The words had barely faded when a Kobold shrieked, and all of them turned and fled.
The creatures scrambled on all fours like true lizards, their speed astonishing.
Their flight wasn't a chaotic rout. Instead, it possessed a strange order, looking less like the panicked scattering of a defeated force and more like an organized retreat.
Gripping his Giant Sword, Colin looked back at the wagon circle.
The area around the wagons was littered with Kobold corpses. Ale must have unleashed all her Range Magic on the poor bastards.
Behind the wagons, a few exhausted drivers and Guards were sitting scattered about.
After climbing over a wagon, Colin gave them a quick glance.
He could distinguish most of them by their attire alone; the drivers were mostly human, while the weapon-wielding Guards were mostly Half-Elves.
Ale and Orelia were standing behind one of the wagons. A Half-Elf in a green Cloak stood before them, saying something.
