"KIEEEEK!"
The peaceful silence of the forest was shattered by the screech of what sounded like a dying chicken. Suddenly, the bushes exploded.
Six green, pint-sized runts with noses the size of cucumbers and rusty shivs jumped onto the road. Goblins. The roaches of the fantasy world. Rank E trash, but enough to ruin a picnic.
Arthur's head snapped up.
"Ambush! I sense... six... no, seven hostile intents! Kaizen! Get back!"
The blind hero drew his sword with a dramatic flourish, turning his back to the enemy and facing a large fern.
"You have no combat experience! You are a civilian! Stay behind us! I will handle this!"
Kaizen blinked as if Arthur has already forgotten who defeated those demonic priests. That too single handedly.
He looked at the trembling, snot-nosed goblins. He could probably kill them all by sneezing too hard.
But then he looked at Seraphina, who was raising her hands to cast a spell, her leather-clad ass stretched tight as she took a combat stance.
