Gobbo's eyes widened, but before he could wrench the weapon free, Amon's other hand snapped out like a viper.
He seized Gobbo's wrist, twisted with brutal precision, and then, with a violent surge from his core, flipped the massive goblin bodily over his shoulder.
The impact shook the clearing.
Gobbo slammed into the dirt with bone-jarring force, the ground cracking beneath his weight as blood sprayed from his lips. His shield clattered aside, useless, as his body writhed from the shock.
Amon wrenched the axe free from his arm with a wet tear, gripping it in his blood-slicked hand. He raised it high, ready to split Gobbo's skull.
But Dribb barreled back into the fight.
The shield-bearer wrapped his thick arms around Amon's torso, driving forward with sheer bulk, shoving him off balance and forcing him back a step.
And that was when Thok struck.
