---[Enemy's turn: minor goblins]---

The goblin on the left starts running right towards me, as if he was ignoring Dorisma, and her defensive stance, and the goblin on the right was following him. I tried to evade the goblin's dagger, but my chest wound got in the way, again. I closed my eyes so I wouldn't see the incoming attack, and the sound of a dagger being driven through flesh and cloth quickly filled my ears, however, I wasn't hurt somehow. I open my eyes to see the first goblin passed out in front of me, with the female goblin behind him, and holding a dagger decorated with blood, probably goblin blood given what I just witnessed. "Who are you? Why did you save me like that?" I ask the surviving goblin, who answers "My name...? I'd rather not say, but I will answer your second question. I didn't want to see the first example of a heroic monster die so soon, and, well, you were the reason I took this class in the first place. I wanted to be able to hold my own against the humans," I simply nod at that, unsure of how to react at this time.

---[My turn]---

Given my recent second chance at life, I decided to cast a restorative spell on myself. Thankfully, the wound wasn't TOO serious, and I felt much better, and much more ready to fight after that. "That was close," I comment, looking at the battlefield. There were now five of us, and only one of the enemy. Of course, that other goblin looked like he'd survive, well, if someone healed him, and I certainly wasn't going to do that. With my renewed strength, and health, I almost felt like attacking, and yet, I felt as though something was arbitrarily stopping me from doing so, as if something in my mind was saying 'No, you've already taken your action, you have to wait for your next turn', why was that? I looked down trying to think of why, exactly I couldn't attack yet, and notice something off about the grass. An entire chunk of it was grey for whatever reason, and I was certain that wasn't normal. Heck, I've seen grass before, and it was usually either yellow, or green, and this grass was neither.