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[indent][indent]Oddly enough, along with a mixture of fear and an instinct for survival, Yoda also felt a twinge of obedience. He steadied his breathing, finding it a tad easier than he would have before his rebirth. Admist the chaos he had wanted to stay safe, at least until he had felt more secure, more grounded in this new world. 

There had always been echoes of what he should do. 

Some of them more solid than others; leave the cave, find the Demon King, etcetera, etcetera. But since he had been born, the Goblin Kin was all he had known. He even wanted to be King of them at some point. If he rose up and defied them, he'd be marked forever, and even with some pretense of strength; it'd be hard to get them to follow him. If nothing else he's learned they're a stubborn bunch. 

[color=40D86C][i]... I've decided. I'll wait for my chance.[/i][/color]

Upon hearing Crispy's command to the Younglings, Yoda rolled into view of Goblins, scuffed with twigs and ashen dirt. His invisible, non-existent enemy had been pinned to ground. He shouted a youthful war-cry before grabbing a hefty stone and bashing it into the earth. [color=40D86C][b]"Die weakling! Die!"[/b][/color] he paraded with ferocity, his voice surprising him with its tykish ferocity.[/indent][/indent]