Joe Joe was instantly stunned by the rock that hit his face, although it didn't do much damage.
"What the—" he exclaimed as he tried to ascertain where the rock had emerged from. He senses another one flying towards him at a higher speed and swung his body to the side, the weapon just whizzing past his face.
It was at that moment that he could suddenly hear squeaky, nasal sounds that seemed to echo from all sides, he knew what the sound was instinctively.
"Fucking Kobolds." He muttered as he grit his teeth.
There was maybe twenty of them, they were all shorter than him, wielding small clubs in their hands. They looked like slightly short men, with the face of lizards and scaled on their body, they hissed as they approached Joe Joe with their weapons.
It was immediately obvious how far behind they were from the rest of the world.
They waved their clubs in the air and swung at Joe Joe, but he knew, their mistake was revealing themselves.
