Sparing a glance at her newfound friend, Assallya silently cursed him.  She had to admit, right at this moment she was rather jealous.  Their stone weapons were no match for a good set of field plate even so motley as it seemed to be.  Her complete lack of armour was exceedingly apparent at the moment.

Firing at bottles on a field-stone wall was a far cry different than shooting someone in the heat of the moment.  With a grimace crossing her lovely face Assallya aimed her crossbow at the first advancing goblin and then, exercising poor form, she closed both kohl shaded eyes and squeezed the firing lever.  The light crossbow bucked in her arms and the feathered bolt loosed, lancing through the short space between her and her goblin attacker.  It caught him high in the bicep and he forgot all about climbing as he fell screaming in agony.

However, the next goblin was upon her.  He had clamored up the dead horse's tackle and had planted one green skinned hand on the cusp of her wagon's roof.  Assallya lashed out, her pale bare foot striking at his face and the small green fiend grabbed her by the ankle and yanked.   The act put her completely off balance.  She dropped her crossbow and found herself sliding forwards even as the goblin pulled himself up.
 
His small hand was pinching some of the gold anklets against her skin painfully while his other hand reached up and grabbed the vardo's wooden bench.  He used them both to pull himself up atop the wagon.

"Sharess' tits..."  Assallya exclaimed as the child sized monster literally towered over her, "I yield!  I yield!"