Ludo, immediately sprung into action with a yell of ‘watch out!’ he leaped to meet the Goblins head on and engaged the first Goblin in combat. Blocking a clumsy attack with his sword, he sidestepped to the left and thrust his sword into the chest of the goblin facing him.
Stephan, had not crowded in close to see the strange woman but was, nonetheless, curious enough about it to be taken slightly unawares by the ambush.
“Gobs!”, he shouted while trying to spin and establish solid footing. The first goblin to connect with him delivered a deafening thunk on Stephan’s shield. The blow sent seismic pain up his arm but the adrenalin in his veins dismissed it allowing him to slice through the goblin’s shoulder with a sweep of his blade.
Feldard, still in the doorway keeping watch, heard his companions shouted warning, and whirled about to see the pack of goblin ambushing the party. Bah! He longed for his crossbow at the moment; but he was without it, so instead he charged the ambushing goblins from the flank as they reached the first of his companions.
He swung his axe with ferocity at the tailing goblin, bellowing his usual dwarven warcry – that should give the attackers pause.
The closest goblin hissed his unintelligible rage and struck the elf with an iron-spiked cudgel. Hasan shrank from the blow and gathered. The elf’s studiedly cool combat visage dropped, and the elf’s rather thin bellow joined the goblin in an unnatural duet. The enraged elf’s sword crashed down unstoppably until the goblin’s chorus failed.
Already on edge Miklos was not as surprised by the assault as he might have been, he ducked behind Stephan and free’d his staff. Lurking behind the stout fighter he used the length of the staff to jab at the goblins as they pressed their attack ensuring he didn’t get within range of their sharp knives.
Maruc cursed and sprung to his feet, “By Halav you shall pay!” he cried as he lauched himself into the fray. He wrong footed the first goblin, swaying out of the way of its brutal swing. He crashed his flail into its side and rounded on the backswing allowing the momentum of the attack to take the weapon round to deliver a bonecruching deathblow. It was a trick he’d seen Feldard do, he hoped the dwarf didn’t mind the plagiarism.
It wasn’t long before the goblins found themselves outmatched. Their numbers were down to three when they turned from the battle and ran toward the exit.