Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170702143317/@comment-25828117-20170705180126

Olren approached the small feline with a little exhaustion, he did after all run after this little thing for a while.

"Zebra, I swear if you..."

However when he got near, the animal appeared frightened and ran off again.

At first Olren would despair. Thinking he probably had run after it again and make the little feller like him more, but then he noticed a shadow that wasn't his elongate in front of him. There was a split second to act and the young boy decided to jump to the side. Which was the right call because a mace smacked down right where he had just been crouching.

The young Imperial turned to look what it was and came face to face with a goblin which apparently didn't appreciate strangers entering its cave.

The vaguely intelligent creature let out a shrill shriek as it got ready to attack again, not content with simply scaring off the intruders. It was probably hungry too.

Olren would run, but instead he pulled his quarterstaff from his belt and held it up like he had been trained. In response the Goblin seemed to laugh and slowly approached with its poor excuse of a mace, which was more of a club really.

The young lad tried his best to not look terrified but he really was. Only just holding on to his training. And when the Goblin attacked his first move was to dodge, instead of parrying or deflecting.

The goblin looked confused. Not having expected this much trouble with a mere human child. It swung its club again and nearly hit the boy on the head, but again Olren dodged and this time managed to hit the dumb thing with his staff in the face, making it cry out in pain.

The fact he had actually hurt it, took Ollie by surprise, he almost wanted to say sorry even. But the Goblin didn't give him the chance to do so and started a working up a frenzy of feral rage.