Facing the corner, nervously breathing were 5 goblins. 2 in the front, shields in front of their faces and knives in their hands. 2 more behind with spears pointing forward ready to puncture the enemy and finally a lone archer at the back poised to shoot at any moment.
Not too far away hidden behind small rocks and protruding edges of the cliff was the rest of the team. 2 shields nearby the main party ready to engage at a moments notice while not too far away was the spearmen and I. Located on the other side of the river were the two other archers ready to fight as well.
We were waiting with bated breath as the sound of the monster's wings drew closer.
Each second feels like an eternity.
Sweat drips down my nose, falling to the ground forming a small puddle.
I lick my dry lips and peek above the rock and as I do I see it turn.
Its dead eyes crying rivers of blood look in our direction.