He smiled, cruel and cold. "No one's coming to save you. Your precious big brother is buried under a building, probably dead. And even if he's not, he can't help you now."
The goblins and orcs who could still move scrambled to their feet despite their injuries. They formed a protective line in front of Jessica and Kelvin, their weapons raised despite knowing they stood no chance.
Grimnir stepped to the front, his axe held in trembling hands, blood streaming from a dozen wounds. His face was pale from blood loss, but his eyes burned with determination.
"You'll have to go through all of us," he said, his voice steady despite the pain.
"Yeah!" Ragar added, gripping a broken spear with both hands. "We're not letting you touch them!"
Finn moved beside them, swaying slightly but standing firm. "We've come too far to give up now!"
Mira nocked an arrow with shaking hands. "For the settlement!"
