Splatterday Night Fever

     The group made their way back through the field where they had encountered the dire bears.  As they passed through the tall grass to the opposite side of the field they were met with a subtle hill leading up to crumbling multi-storied building.  At the top of the hill Nera and Pas noticed a line of figures holding steady. 
     Groth, Nera and Raddick assemble themselves at the base of the hill with Pas, Arin and Fox flanking.  From atop the hill came battle cries and the rattling of steel.  A goblin warchief sitting atop a dire wolverine and a small army of goblins charged down the hill.  Nera hissed and leapt forward, stopping short of Groth's tree trunk arm.
     "We wait," he bellowed.  His chest expanded with a deep breath.  The group stood at the base of the hill, all eyes trained on the wave of attackers.
     The Goblins crash into the group.  Arin takes a few steps back and readies his weapon.  His grip falters and the weapon buries into the leather of his boot and deep into his foot. 
     "AHHHH you Bastard!" He howled.  Doubling over in pain he removes the point from his foot.  Groth, Nera and Raddick close in to form a wall protecting Arin. 

     Groth's nostrils flared and a pounding pulsed through his skull.  His muscles tensed as he twitched into convulsions.  He braced both hands on the hilt of his sword.  The beat in his brain intensified.  He could no longer hear the sounds of battle or comrades.  His vision blurred to small pinpoints of light.  All of this enraged the half ogre.  His mouth opened wide with angry excitement.  Nera and Raddick exchanged glances.  Was this the moment they had feared?  Would this wild animal finally snap and destroy them all?  They both took half a step back as Groth raised his sword in a wide arc nearly missing their heads. 
     He brought it down with great force.  Neither of them knew which creature he attacked because all that remained was a mist of gore that dotted their faces.  He lurched forward swinging again and again dispatching two more goblins with ease.  A tornado of body parts, blood and bile sprayed out in all directions.  He rested the dripping blade on over his shoulder looking left then right. 
     Raddick saw a chance to safely enter battle and acted upon it.  He stepped into a crowd of goblins, swinging his blade, he dealt death to two.  The wolverine raced upon him attacking and blocking him off from Groth.  Nera stepped up beside Raddick and quickly went to work.
     With his temperature rising Groth yelled out to his comrades, "I'm HOT!"  He moved forward and spotted another goblin in the small pinpoints that he could now call his vision.  The thumping tempo rose again in his brain and he called out again, "I'm HOT FOR TEACHER!"  He cried as he cleaved through a few more goblins.  Slinging gore and screaming he turned his fury on the wolverine, burying his blade deep into it's hind quarters. 
     Nera was not so sure who the teacher was but the battle cry had unlocked her blood lust.  She let loose and dispatched a goblin then turned her weapon on the creature and the war chief.  Arin regained his footing, hobbled forward and cracked his whip; silencing a screaming goblin. 
     In a final burst of fury Groth pulled his great broadsword through a grouping of goblins.  Raising it high in the air he brought it down on the back of the wolverine's neck with a thundering snap.  It slumped to the ground leaving the rider strapped to a motionless pile of meat.  Groth smiled and laid his blade on the creature's forehead.






David Lee Groth is born...