[color=CC6633][b]"One spear, please,"[/b][/color] the Steppe Archer would say in a cheerful tone, more than willing to take a disposable weapon that was effective against little green pests. Goblins were small, but their tiny arms were fast...she supposed. Getting into melee range was risky, but a spear like this meant that they couldn't even get close to her without getting impaled first. She would lay hers down behind her and the Druid Girl. She'd need it at some point, but right now a big honkin' stick was a dead give-away for their position.

The twin moons were out tonight as always, and the goblin's blood would shine in the night as the traps were sprung. Two would immediately be taken out of the fight, with a remaining three starting to approach Big Red. Slowly drawing her bow and knocking an arrow, Steppe Archer would send an arrow straight through the neck of one of the goblins furthest from Red, hoping to cause them to look back and create an opening for Big Red. Right now, silence and shadow was the way they needed to deal with this. Thankfully since they were out here while the light was growing low, their vision would slowly adjust. Of course, it would never be as effective as the Goblin's vision, but it was better than stumbling about in the dark. 

Looking at her captured quarry, Steppe Archer would knock two arrows that could easily be retrieved, silencing them both once their fighter friend had the encroaching small-fries dealt with. Nine arrows remained, but the goblins' skulls seemed to break easily from the points of her arrows, so she could [i]probably[/i] get them back. The Druid Girl could immediately see the intense amount of focus present in her eyes, her concentration almost frightening in its intensity. She hunted for a living, and was accustomed to killing creatures in this manner.