Meanwhile...
In the battle between Narg and the orc with the powerful cleave, things remained at a stalemate.
Narg was more focused on keeping the casualties to a minimum, while the orc was only concerned with landing an attack that would finally put an end to the goblin standing before him.
The orc had noticed that Narg had been rather conservative with his attacks, rarely committing himself to an offensive exchange whenever there was a chance that doing so might put the surrounding goblins or buildings at risk.
So it pressed relentlessly.
Cleave after cleave tore through the air, each attack carrying enough destructive force to threaten anything caught along its path.
Narg swerved and weaved around the attacks, dark tendrils trailing behind him as he moved, but after avoiding another incoming cleave, he suddenly noticed where the attack was heading.
One of the buildings.
Narg was certain there were still fleeing goblins in the path the cleave was headed.
