Indeed, the initial retaliation against the swarm of orc-kin left them reluctant to advance further. Several of their number had been taken off their feet, and a few had even been killed or maimed, one shrieking as its arm was severed, stumbling back and clutching at the stump as it spewed dark red blood, the other goblins looking rather startled as several took cautious steps away. Another had its head nearly removed entirely by Neffy's watery blade, toppling over with a thump.

The uncertainty of the goblins would not last, however. From beyond the crowd of chattering orc-kin, there was a distinct chant in the goblin language. Few people had ever come to understand it, largely due to finding goblins who would cooperate and allow someone to try and speak with them was an extreme rarity. But the rhythmic nature of the speaker's words made it clear that this was a spell, of a sort.

Indeed, with a hazy, greenish glow, the goblin that had been killed was slowly rising back to its feet, head lolling backwards. The severed hand, too, was twitching to life, though there was not much it could manage on its own.

This was met with much cheering from the orc-kin crowd, who began to press their advance once again.

At least it was now clear where the skeletons had come from.

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