[color=00ff7f]"That's a bad way to grow a city.  You'll never get anywhere."[/color]  Koph stood alongside Voltaire, her speartip daring any goblin to step closer.  [color=00ff7f]"If the tribe acted like that, our strongest warriors would eat heartily and the mothers with infants would starve.  But (switch me sides) maybe that's what familia are.  City tribes."[/color]  Koph dropped back a step and let Voltaire take point as the goblins made their rush.  She spun around his back, moving both hands to the bottom of her spear as she did, and came out the other side with a powerful swing just as the goblins were jumping forward.  It's shaft smashed into the first with tremendous force, and the momentum carried it into the second as well.  Both creatures were thrown sideways, passing right in front of the leader goblin and barreling into another of his cronies.  The one disappeared in a burst of ash; the other two fell against the wall and lay still for the time being.

[color=00ff7f]"So maybe this is more like the time our tribe gathered with three others to slay the Spotted Wyvern killing all the animals,"[/color] she continued.  Another goblin had been close behind the first two, but in the moment it hesitated it found the Amazoness's foot greeting its face with violent intimacy.  [color=00ff7f]"It didn't even eat half of them; the beast just wanted blood.  It was an ugly thing.  Places where it had been, the rhythm was all skewed.  Unnatural."[/color]