Tales and Reprieve
"--You're not going anywhere!"
Just before its entire body vanished into the solid wall, he managed to grab onto its tail, yanking it out without any mercy. The stench of a kobold was strong, even if it wasn't directly in front of him; their odor was similar to that of a wet dog, only mixed in with rotten eggs and meat.
As he pulled it from the wall of mud, the creature growled and chucked another few rocks his way, but he brushed it off and used his other hand to guide his blade through its chest.
"Grah!" The kobold cried out.
He had to be quick to disengage from one and onto the other, as he slid the felled kobold off of his steel in preparation as another leapt towards him with a pickaxe being wildly swung.
"How're you holding up back there?" Vandread asked.
"--Fine!" He replied.