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[color=9ea6ba][i](C-Convicts...?!)[/i][/color]

Cyll tensed up at hearing how Corday and the harvin were apparently locked up by Zweite before crashing their ship. He'd heard rumours of just how brutal and heavily guarded prisons of theirs are. A faint feeling of fear began to settle inside the young erune as he felt threatened, grinding his right foot into the wood below him in order to take a more defensive stance. Both of the erunes in the area noticed the rustle, though. Cyll didn't take his eyes off of Corday despite that, watching as she pulled out the knife. Flinching, Cyll prepared to dodge. To his surprise, however, once she tossed it out, it was not only aimed away from the boy, but it was only tossed in response to something else having been thrown at her. Cyll was still on-edge, but loosened up a little once he saw Corday jump off the ship. He walked forward to try and see what she tossed the knife at, but didn't get far as the tailed erune hurriedly climbed back up.

[color=fdc68a][b]"GOBLINS! WE GOT GOBLINS! Kid, get downstairs and let us handle it, okay?"[/b][/color]
[color=9ea6ba]"Wha-?!"[/color]

Cyll froze for a second, for multiple reasons. One was the sudden cry of goblins, another was the older Erune putting herself between him and said goblins, and the third was her treating him like some kind of helpless kid. He didn't take kindly to that last part.

[color=9ea6ba]"Grrr... Get out of my way!"[/color] the boy yelled at her, shoving Corday away from him. He pointed a glare straight at her, the air around Cyll growing colder as he got more agitated.

[color=9ea6ba]"Let [i]you[/i] handle it? [b]Don't think I'm fucking useless![/b]"[/color]

Cyll didn't have time to continue as he noticed three mounted goblins jumping on top of the crashed ship. They rushed straight past him. The boy tried to turn and stop them, but he was too late. The retreating figures had already hidden below deck.

[color=9ea6ba]"[b]Primal-damned, snot-nosed...![/b]"[/color] the boy cursed as he whipped his head back down to below the ship, seeing another dozen goblins greedily staring up at them, about half of which had a wolf-mount. The woman may look like she knew her way around a fight, but Cyll highly doubted she could hold off twelve of them on her own. He wasn't going to just run from this without a fight. The boy turned his head back to Corday, his temper still very clearly visible on his face.

[color=9ea6ba]"Don't you dare follow me! I'm drawing some away!"[/color]

And with that, small balls of ice started to form in Cyll's hand as he froze the ether inside of it. He dashed to the edge of the ship and put on his best shit-eating grin to look down at the goblins with.

[color=9ea6ba]"Hey, green dirtbags! Catch!"[/color]

Cyll jumped off the ship right after he tossed his ice-marbles at them, around five of those leaving his hand. His lack of mastery was starting to show as two of them vaporized again in mid-air, leaving only three to land square against the foreheads of one wolf-rider and two barefoot lackeys. The erune landed on one knee, lightly freezing the ground beneath him to show off, and looked up. He couldn't help but click his tongue as he saw only the three ice-marbles finding their mark. While he was hoping for more, this would have to suffice in taking some of the pressure off Corday and this 'Arno' fellow. While the three affected ones braced themselves in Cyll's direction, the boy confidently grinned.

[color=9ea6ba]"Catch me, suckers."[/color]

And with that, Cyll dashed off to the side, running into the woods. The three goblins fell for his taunt as they started to give chase, but only the one on the wolf was able to truly keep up with how Cyll skillfully managed to dance through the forest foliage. The upside of bumming out in this place for a while was the fact he knew [i]exactly[/i] what the layout was like. The wolf-rider tried in vain to sling stones at Cyll as he narrowly dodged each shot.

Once a safe distance away from the ship, Cyll suddenly stopped in place and slid on the floor to stop his acceleration, catching the next stone flung at him. It kind of hurt to do, but it probably looked cool as hell if someone had been watching. The goblin staring him down was all alone in an open clearing, excluding its mount. Realizing it didn't have ranged advantage anymore, it tried to take out its blade. Right as it did, the same stone flung a Cyll was thrown back and landed square in its chest, coated with ice for good measure, knocking the goblin straight off his high-wolf.

Cyll's pupils became smaller and he felt his blood pumping through his veins, time slowing down as every hair on his body stood up. He was aware of every little detail of his surroundings; smell, sight, hearing and touch all mixing together as one. He could hear the hurried pace of the two slacking little gremlins hurrying on over. Now it got fun.

The goblin's mount tried to pounce Cyll, but with his increased reaction time he dodged to the side, spun around and punched the thing right into the ground with an ice-coated fist. As the creature tried to recover, Cyll formed small frozen spikes on top of his knuckles and rammed it through the creature's throat, leaving it to bleed out as he focused his attention back to the two goblins helping up their friend from the floor. Cyll cracked his knuckles.

[color=9ea6ba]"Now listen here you pillaging, murdering little sub-race punks..."[/color] the boy began as one of the goblins rushed him. It tried to swing at him with his blade, but Cyll didn't give it a chance. Cyll ran forward at the same time and reacted faster, driving his fist hard enough through the goblin's gut that it went flying.

[color=9ea6ba]"...my day's been just awful. I woke up from this strange nightmare..."[/color] he continued, the two remaining goblins being more cautious and trying to circle around the boy as he stood there and watched the third writhing on the floor. The circling ones went for a two-pronged attack, though Cyll jumped back and let them run into each-other instead.

[color=9ea6ba]"...had my meal escape from me because some dimwit convicts came crashing down..."[/color] Cyll rattled on, spinning around and kicking one in the head to knock it to the floor. He took the second's shield and yanked it out of their hand, then rammed his fist straight into their gullet. Cyll dropped the goblin shield as he looked over the three of them struggling to stand up from the floor, dazed from his blows.

[color=9ea6ba]"...and you know the worst part? They proceeded to belittle me and make me out for some helpless cub!"[/color]

Cyll paced towards the first one he knocked down, the wolf-rider, and kicked off its helmet. He then slammed his fist down hard enough to crack its skull and splatter blood all over.

[color=9ea6ba]"I'm just kind of angry right now, and you came in at the [i]right time.[/i]"[/color]

Cyll turned back to the other two goblins. They desperately tried to rush him, but Cyll managed to kick the first away. One of them managed to graze his cheek with the blade it was holding, but the erune punched it down to the floor again before it could do any more damage. The wound being slightly deeper than his other scrapes didn't register as pain for Cyll. He channeled the water ether in the air again, pinning down the first goblin with his foot to easily ram an icicle through its eye. It vanished as soon as the boy released his grip, leaving just an empty, lifeless socket. He turned back to the last goblin. Cyll ran over to it and coated his entire arm in ice to bring down his wrath. The one that damaged his face didn't stand a chance as its life ended, leaving three goblin corpses strewn about.

As soon as the fight was over, Cyll stumbled backwards for a bit, trying and failing to regain his balance as he dropped down to his knee. He panted heavily as a paralyzing shock ran through his body, the after-effects of his adrenaline rush kicking in. Cyll's stomach twisted from the stress put on it, but the boy managed to hold it all in.

[color=9ea6ba]"F-Fuck... I shouldn't have gone all out on these weaklings."[/color]

Cyll touched his cheek with his left hand and brought the fingers before his eyes, looking at the red stain on them.

[color=9ea6ba]"Tch! Can't even fight some goblins properly..."[/color] he berated himself. The boy shakily got to his feet as he looked back to where he came from.

[color=9ea6ba]"I should get back to them,"[/color] he concluded. Cyll took a short breath and walked back in the direction of the crashed ship. He was still a little on edge, just in case more goblins decided to rear their ugly heads.

[@Skyrte]