[color=f1f101]"Take them alive."[/color] Gromgard said, watching as his goblins swarmed the pair of remaining cultists. His eyes had returned to normal at this point. Because of the immediate surrender, he was going to show them the error of their ways. He knew they'd end up as bloodstains on the floor when he was finished.

Once the cultists were bound, he stood and watched the direction Mamoru had gone off in. [color=f1f101]"Scouts,"[/color] he said with a nod, [color=f1f101]"find her and make sure she knows about these two."[/color] He motioned to the prisoners.

As he watched the scouts run off into the trees to find Mamoru, he let his mind wander back to his first words. Despite not speaking much to anyone else, he always spoke volumes with his creator. Strategies did require a lot of communication. Orders, on the other hand, did not. It hadn't even been an hour after his creation and introduction to the Chateau that he was involved in his first battle, one to defend their home. With specialized groups of goblins in precise locations, the small group that had attacked that day hadn't made it through the first hallway.

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[@Lucius Cypher]

It didn't take the scouts long to find Mamoru. They landed around her and her catch with laughs.

"Poopy!" One shouted, throwing a small rock from the ground at the man's immobile foot.

"No walk?" another asked, moving to stand beside Mamoru.

"Lord has two!" a third laughed as he grabbed a dead tree branch, one that would shatter on impact. With the branch, he ran up to the attempted escapee and slammed it on his head. "We take three?" he asked as the last two moved to grab the now unconscious man by his shoulders to drag him.

"Torture!" the first goblin laughed, beginning to do cartwheels.