Chapter 72: Teeth, Part 2
His teeth practically rattled when the goblin came at him again, anger adding new force to its blows. The screech of its claws raking down his shield made him shudder, but the move cost the goblin recovery time and that was all the chance Kristof needed. He lunged, slamming his shield into it and kicking it into the snow, then drove his sword into its soft, unprotected gut.
The smell that immediately followed made him want to throw up. Kristof yanked his sword out and stumbled away before he did so, turning around and plunging into the chaos to drive off the rest of the goblins. Unfortunately, there were just too many, and the nasty little monsters were impervious to magic. "Fall back!" Kristof bellowed. "Did someone blow the horn?"
"I did," a young-looking soldier said as he frantically wiped away the viscous, oily, purple-red goblin blood covering most of his face. It was already turning red and blistering. The poor man would be weeks recovering from goblin rot.