The End to the Scavenging
The battle waged on, a chaotic symphony of clashing weapons and desperate shouts.
Korig and his undead minion, the once 4th Goblin Chief, moved with a kind of dance, a familiarity born from their time spent battling as enemies.
Each blow they struck was strategic, seeking out the vulnerable points in the Goblin Chief's massive frame.
However, the monstrous chief was a formidable opponent, its brute strength causing shockwaves with each swing of its club.
"You can't do nothing to me imbeciles!" It shrieked.
Meanwhile, Ezra maneuvered through the tumultuous battleground with stealth and agility.
The amulet was his target, a source of the Goblin Chief's strength.
As he reached it, he could feel the malevolent energy emanating from the dark artifact.
A grim determination tightened his jaw. In a swift, deliberate motion, he brought his weapon down on the amulet, shattering it.