Behind the dying body of the Gulper, three lizardmen fought against goblins. From behind, the hulking goblin chieftain and his venomous spiders watched, content to let their enemies wear each other down.
But on the far side of the pond, hidden from the main battle, the focus was not on the chaos.
Rez worked with a grim focus, his hands surprisingly steady as he tended to Zura's wounds. He'd already removed the arrowheads and was now applying a thick, herbal salve from a small pouch at his belt. He watched the distant battle, his jaw tight with a suppressed rage.
Zura's voice was barely a whisper. "Rez...?"
"I'm here, Zura," he said Rez suddenly, his voice soft as he secured a bandage around her back. "I'm here."
"The goblins..." she murmured, her eyes still closed. "Are you all alright? What's happening?"
Rez paused his work for a second. "Of course we're alright, Zura. The others are handling the goblins. Did you really think we'd lose to this filths?"
