Miklos could see that the party would swiftly be overwhelmed if they remained in the tight confines of the entrance. But he knew they were professional and had heard him. He started casting his spell in preparation for the withdrawal. He hoped they wouldn’t take too long as holding magic was not the easiest thing to do.
Miklos started to perspire.
Maruc felt the sticky cloying presence of mage-magic filling the air. At first he was alarmed, afraid that it might be the Man in Yellow Robes. He glanced around, and was relieved to find it was Miklos. He quickly realized that everyone needed to be out of the way. Fast. “Withdraw. Incoming!” he cried.
Hasan gave ground, stepping back into the wolfpen. He watched to see what would fail first: the fighters’ defenses or the mage’s grip on his attack. He tried to move so he could keep the hallway doors in sight.
Feeling refreshingly blessed in mind and body by the power of Halav wielded through his faithful servant, Maruc, Stephan heeded the calls to fall back. Nearly colliding with Hasan, who easily avoided a crash with elf alacrity, Stephan fumbled to ready his bow to fire from a receded position should he get a clear shot.
Feldard heard Maruc’s call, noted his companions withdrawing and with a grumble gave ground as well. The goblins swarmed after him out into the open and despite his best effort to get out of the way, Feldard was stuck in the forefront of the fray whether he liked it or not.
If Miklos had another lightning planned there was no way he, in his plate mail armour, could avoid being struck in such a tight fray. The notion of being killed in such a manner was not appealing. In a last desperate effort to put space between him and the goblins, Feldard turned and bolted to the side, calling out. “Now Miklos!”
Ludo, seeing that retreat was the best course of action and trusting that Miklos would have another bolt of lightning prepared, ducked back into the evening air, and to the side of the door. “Hot work in there,” he said to no one in particular. He prayed that the magic from Miklos would thin the Goblins out. He prepared himself to attack any Goblins that appeared at the doorway, to cover Miklos from any attack.
Thankfully the others had responded with professional alacrity and Miklos took his chance. As Feldard, ever the last to withdraw, ducked back into the fighting line swiftly assembled by the others around the entranceway he blasted the area with a shower of constricting mage-wrought web, choking the flow of attackers.
The two lead goblins got completely stuck, along with Feldard’s left arm. The rough voice of a goblin barked out fresh orders as the doorway was effectively blocked. Those in the group who understood the goblin tongue knew that the goblin leader had given the command for withdrawal. Further orders from the goblin were lost amid the sound of goblin armor and shouting.