Stagman turned and made his way towards the trees. A
loud rustling stopped him in his tracks. His sharp eyes searched the surrounding
forest, but he saw nothing untoward. Nevertheless, he couldn’t shake a sense of
unease. The hair rose along his back as he sniffed the air…in a second his
nostrils detected the pungent smell of goblin.
For a moment fear overwhelmed him. With an angry snort
he shook his head, displaying the power of his antlers…as much to awaken his own
courage as to defy his enemy. Breaking into a trot he made for the nearest trees…as
he reached them a goblin crept out and blocked his path.
Rising on gnarled legs, the goblin snarled and raked
the air with jagged claws. Spittle dripped from its mouth as a long black
tongue caressed sharp pointed teeth.
Stagman lowered his head; his eyes blazed. “Get out of
my way—or die.” His massive sharp pointed antlers were enough to intimidate and
frightened any attacker.
However, the goblin made no attempt to move. The
creature stood its ground… face twisted in an evil leer.
Stagman’s eyes widened in panic, this was not normal. Goblins
were not known for their bravery. Stagman threatened the goblin with angry
snorts and foot stomping…still the creature stood its ground. Why won’t it move? Stagman’s eyes blazed
with frustration. I’ll make it! As he lowered his head to charge; the reason for the
creatures bravery became terrifyingly apparent.
Witch like laughter heralded the approach of more goblins.
They crawled out of the forest, too many to number. In their midst crazed
ersatz jabbered manically…snapping and snarling as they surrounded him.
The first goblin sidled closer to him, its red eyes
blazed with hatred. “You’re the one about to die,” it snarled. “There’ll be no
escape this time.”
Stagman’s heart pounded. His nostrils flared…his
breath came in short painful gasps. Terrified, he swung first one way, then the other, in a
futile attempt to face his enemy; but he was outnumbered. This time
they had the advantage…fighting would be futile. Flight was his only option, he could easily out run them.
However, if he tried to escape in the forest, he knew
the trees would work against him. It would be too easy for his antlers to get
caught in the branches—if that happened he was doomed. To outrun them he needed
open ground. But as far as he could see, the forest formed an impenetrable
barrier—he was trapped.