Serra looked at Klaus with concern in her eyes.
"Are you okay?" Serra asked.
Klaus glanced down at himself.
Goblin blood was splattered all over his clothes… green and viscous as he was already starting to smell like rotten vegetables mixed with copper.
The Hobgoblin's explosive death had painted him thoroughly.
"I'm fine," Klaus said with a shrug. "You should be asking the goblin that."
Serra's gaze shifted to the Hobgoblin corpse scattered across the ground or rather, the eight separate pieces of what used to be a Hobgoblin with the organs still steaming on the cold stone.
"Asking a goblin corpse if it's fine after watching it die is something a psychopath would do…" Serra said flatly and Klaus.
There was movement in his peripheral vision as another Hobgoblin approaching from deeper in the cave.
Klaus flicked his hand outward casually.
