[@Pandalope] [@Aristocles]
Tovo was thoroughly embarrassed enough by the fact that he was completely nude while he rode on the pig. Even more so when he saw Taurl and a number of goblins in the raid group. 'So much for my reputation as a warrior...' the goblin thought as he sped closer and closer to the exit of the camp. The rival goblins were by no means fools. They had reacted quick enough for them to create a small, but cohesive, defense force waiting at the gate. Several goblins wielded primitive flint tipped spears and had a goblin archer behind them with a crossbow meant for human hands, not a goblin's.

The scene caused Tovo to rear the pig to a sudden halt. The one with the over-sized crossbow bellowed out to him: 

[color=red] "Oi, Intruda! Step off da pig and we'll make sure you die easy...afta we 'eve a sum fun cuttin' ya up that is!" [/color] 

He then let out a laugh that the rest of his troupe followed and jeered Tovo on. Particularly regarding his state of dress and the size of his genitals. Tovo considers himself a goblin not easy to anger or infuriate, but this embarrassing state along with the jeers and laughter from the rival goblins caused his blood to boil and adrenaline to rush. This was not part of his plan the stick had told him...but Tovo refused to leave until he made them hurt. Even before they managed to stop laughing their green butts off, Tovo had smacked the pig's rear once again. 

'They had let their guard down to ridicule me, now they pay dearly...' 

The spear wielding goblins were scattered around like a youngling's rag doll by the sheer force of the pig's charge, but the one with the over-sized crossbow was further back and was quick enough let loose a bolt. The bolt failed to hit it's mark, but the pig did; a well positioned hoof landed square on the downed goblin's groin. The pig, along with its goblin rider, had run over the poor goblin...and By the sound of the high pitched scream, something was [b][i]very[/i][/b] broken. Tovo smiled widely as he and the pig gained distance from the village, but it soon disappeared as he felt a sharp pain and a warm trickle of liquid on his side. He looks down and his eyes widen to see 1/3rd of a wooden crossbow bolt sticking out of his side.

'Oh dear...'