A large band of goblins blocks our exit. They are structured into three cohorts, each led by a hobgoblin. Each hobgoblin is the size of a taller-than-average human, and their bodies reflect a very physical lifestyle.
We stand in a triangle, protecting Marcus while he casts his biggest spell. Jord has already used his taunt, so the enemy are charging toward us.
"We've got this!" Marcus extends his hand, and his great ball of fire flies ahead. It makes contact with the ground at the center of the enemy line, and explodes outward, burning everything in sight.
Once the flames die down, a much smaller number of enemies remain. The three hobgoblins all survived, though not in their best shape. As for goblins, only the ones on the far wings survived, and they have scattered to escape.
Jord rushes forward. Menos and I follow closely. We each have to defeat one seared hobgoblin, and we'll be free to leave.
Three hobgoblins are on a collision course with Jord. I pick the one nearest to me, and deliver a leg kick to stop its charge.
The hobgoblin rages, and brings a massive overhead swing down toward me. I wait for it to commit and dodge to the side, then kick the same leg as last time. Its leg buckles. I close in and elbow it in the neck. The hobgoblin is knocked down, dropping its club. I pursue it and kick its head, knocking it out. Not a moment too soon: it was reaching for the dagger in its loincloth.
I look to see how the others are doing, and they have also finished their hobgoblins.