Okay but what if he squints, come on, he didn't make his own body her implement and became permanently Sighted to no gains, surely he can see more connections now.

(He hopes and crosses his fingers.)

Still no way of telling what moved all the rocks. There's no line from him to the stones, and he moved the smaller ones where they are now.

Ugh. Worst drawback ever.

He's pretty sure there are ways to figure this out better, though. Divination books, maybe? Now he's curious and he's not about to go tell the other practitioners about it without having something concrete. Surely Johannes will be able to help.

He turns around and starts making his way out of the woods, keeping an eye out for more weird stuff.

Nothing obviously magic-predator-related.

There's a cacophony coming over from between Sadde and civilization, a lot of discordant voices. It somehow audibly smells bad.

...audibly smells bad. Of course. How about he just not go that way and go back to civilisation around them...?

Would work a lot better if they weren't coming toward him.

"There! Her!" one of the smaller ones points. The crowd briefly devolves into clamoring about whether it's her or him, and describing various unpleasant ways of finding out, but they all agree Sadde is the right person.

The goblin they're pointing for is huge. The average goblin is about up to Sadde's knee, the median smaller still, but this one is a towering four foot five. He roars like a bull and charges, swinging a club in random dramatic-looking directions as he goes.

Hooookay, time to act arrogant and self-sufficient and very sure of his skills. Also to dodge, he can just dodge, right, he knows by now that one of the advantages of getting his body to be his implement is having lots of fine control over it.

The big goblin is at the moment concerned as much with impressing the crowd as with starting the fight in earnest. Mostly that means scary-looking swings at approximately head height. Hard to duck under because the goblin is still much shorter than Sadde, but slow enough that dodging works very well. Occasionally the mace glances off a tree and blasts a piece out of the trunk while barely seeming to slow down.

The crowd of goblins circles around. They probably wouldn't do much more than slow Sadde down if he wanted to just run through, but slowing him down might be enough. The available space shrinks as the crowd clamors for better seats, until it's just Sadde, the goblin, and the ring of stones surrounded by the throng.

He really shouldn't keep Bob so out of the way. It's not so easy to reach for it inside his backpack while dodging. He really needs to get some more materials to do actual magic with, ugh.

The next time the big goblin swings, Sadde tries to reach for a couple of stones, with an idea in mind.

He's got a long enough window to grab two or three rocks. One of them is a piece of the circle.

Two. He's not sure whether this will work, but he'd darn better act like he is. With one large rock in each hand, he throws the first at the goblin's head.

The goblin pauses, stares, and waits for it to bounce unimpressively off.

Okay, could've gone better, but still, he uses the distraction to get Bob from a side pocket in his backpack and smear the rock in his other hand with blood. After the first one bounces off he uses the one in his hand to pull, hoping that the sympathetic link might be enough to surprise him with a suddenly returning rock going faster than just its thrown velocity.

(That's the plan at any rate.)

The goblin briefly buckles under the impact, but stays on his feet. Either goblins don't get concussions or it just doesn't occur to this one to care.

After glancing off the top of his head, the rock lands behind him. When Sadde pulls, the thrown rock imitates the motion of the held one: it leaps in the direction of the combatants and slightly up, striking the goblin from behind at a bit above knee height. But it stops before following through very much. Sadde only moved its counterpart one arm's length after all.

And the goblin has recovered from the first throw and is now charging.

Ugh stupid goblin. Okay maybe he should run, how surrounded is he—

Pretty darn. The individual goblins vary in size from tiny up through small, but there are a lot of them. None are very close but nor are there gaps in the crowd. He, the goblin, and the circle of stones are pretty thoroughly boxed in.

Improvise, improvise, he sticks two fingers into the jar of blood (seriously, infinite magical blood is just the coolest thing), grabs a Swiss army knife from his pocket (it's refined metal, right? Goblins are weak against that, right? improvise improvise), then flips a blade open and smears it with the blood, "pulling" it to make it longer and wider.

The blade absorbs the glamour and grows until it's almost a short sword. With a four-inch Swiss army knife handle. His opponent barrels into him while he's doing it, and both of them go sprawling. The goblin gets up first.

Ugh! He tries to roll with it, and gets up, and this time tries to go at the goblin instead of dodging, swinging his Swiss army short sword ferociously.

It's as effective as the rock wasn't. Sadde's opponent reels backward, clutching the slash across his midsection. The goblin grips the skin on each side, since physically holding the cut closed is what passes for goblin field medicine. The next assault is slower and warier, but for one reason or another he doesn't call in the audience to mob Sadde.

Eee! Time to be theatrical? Time to be theatrical!

"Foul beast! You dare think you can take me? I swear on my mother's memory, I am bringing you down."

Chaaarge!

The oath matters. He feels himself get slightly stronger, noticeably more energetic, even thinking faster. Of course, it also raised the stakes.

"So you are as stupid as you look. I wondered."

The goblin swings for the sword, and the collision should probably have knocked the weapon loose but it decides to stay in Sadde's grip.

Well. If it stays in Sadde's grip, Sadde can swing back! Atttaaaaaaacccckkkk!

Sade doesn't actually know how to use a sword. This does very little to stop him. His opponent takes some injuries that on a human would be much too deep to call superficial, but still doesn't look worried. He charges and starts grappling. Sadde's stronger, but the goblin has the advantage of being disgusting.

Sadde has once walked home naked because of this he is not afraid to get some disgusting on him he is a-slashin'.