Trevor raised his wooden sword high, bracing for impact as the Goblin's hammer whistled through the air.
The collision was bone-jarring; the sheer force vibrated through the hilt and into his forearms.
But his grip held firm, his muscles straining against the pressure.
Beside him, Caroline didn't waste any more time.
She lunged with the precision of a predator, her wooden blade aimed at the Frost Bear.
The beast had been so fixated on crushing Trevor that it failed to register her movement until the wooden sword connected gracefully with its head.
The impact sent the bear stumbling back with a pained roar, and the magical frost that had begun to encrust Trevor's lower limbs shattered instantly, releasing its grip.
The Bear's concentration broke, and with it, the command over the remaining Goblins fell loveless on the floor.
