Fuck. He feints a snap at the goblin's head, then drops it down and punches the blade into the thing's leg, almost taking it clean off. It drops screeching, and he spins to get his shield between him and the arrows, taking two more in the process. He starts stepping towards where Rukeli lies, small steps to keep his footing sure.

What a son of a bitch. Need him distracted for any arrows to hit; Urma, Messy, you're up- I will run you through myself if you don't, move.

Kenzer kills another six goblins, slowly fed in two or three at a time as he desperately tries to keep his defenses up, drag Rukeli back to cover, and deal with the latest distraction. They've got so many archers, it feels like his shield doesn't stop vibrating from all the impacts. Another blocked, and another, and he's almost gotten Rukeli the three metres needed for him to be behind a wagon where one of the women can look at him and Kenzer can focus on the goblins, and then—

A high pitched, warbling, shrieking whistle sounds out, so loud it feels like it might split his head straight open.

Kenzer has been doing this a long time, but there's always something new. He flinches and whips his head towards the noise. What now??

And that's what they were looking for; An arrow slams straight into his eye-socket.

And his head whips back and he folds down on top of Rukeli.

Fucking finally. The remaining eleven pour into the now-open gap, trading shots and lives; two more goblins down in exchange for all the remaining defenders. These humies better have some good fucking loot for all this trouble. Ooh, a kid (there is a certain kind of goblin that takes a great vindictive pleasure in having a pet tallman that's shorter than them).

I will leave it to your imagination what happens next; our heroes' brief mortal stories are over now, and their souls wind their ways towards their final homes in the planes above.