Part IV: The old ball and chain

The creature span rapidly, hurling the iron ball into Trogdar. His leather jerkin crumpled beneath the force of the blow as he was flung against the wall, letting out a sharp cry of pain.

"Stand back," shouted Short-arse from the floor, "give it some room!"

Jandyr and the Wizard both shrank back against the walls of the small chamber, the Elf readying his bow and watching carefully for an opening as the Wizard's eyes grew white.

"I'll give it more than some bloody room!" grunted Trogdar as he attempted to pull himself up.

Jandyr swore as he loosed an arrow which missed, ricocheting from the floor towards the startled Wizard, his concentration lost.

A lone goblin archer robed in the same manner as his comrade jumped atop the prone figure of Trogdar, firing an arrow wildly into the room. Unerringly it flew towards Jandyr, the black-fletched arrow deflected by a swing of Jandyr's sword.

"At least someone can shoot straight," said Trogdar with some mirth as he attempted to grab the diminutive greenskin scrambling around him.

"There is a surprising number of skilled archers in this place," retorted Jandyr, somewhat suspicious.

"FREEZE!" screamed the Wizard suddenly, coating the iron ball and chain in ice. The goblin was yanked from the floor as it's trajectory was altered catastrophically by the spell. He hurtled towards a wall followed closely by the icy mass leaving a large, wet, imprint as his headless torso fell to the ground.

The Wizard continued his spell, a stream of ice cold air from his right hand carving a path as he turned it towards Gubbinz, the shock on the jester's face becoming a mask of terror. With his left hand he drew his repeater crossbow, turning his whitened-eyes towards the lone archer and aiming at its head.

"Do you feel lucky, pu... OH BUGGRIT!!!" he yelled as he fell face first into the cold stone floor, the stream of ice narrowly missing Short-arse as it veered up towards the ceiling before sputtering out.

"Whoops!" said Gubbinz, his leg coiled around the Wizard and his hands stretched out before him guiltily.

"You little sh...!" cried Trogdar, grabbing the goblin archer who had cowered behind his legs and crushing it's skull between his beneath his hands.

"Errrr, LADS!!!" interrupted Gubbinz, peering over the prone Wizard and into the corridor beyond. Trogdar advanced upon him, his face a grim mask of bloody vengeance.

Gubbinz wriggled and writhed on the floor, but he was entangled within the unconscious Wizard's robes.

"I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!!" Trogdar screamed as he raised his mace above his head. With murderous intent, he brought it down in a wide arc as Gubbinz closed his eyes.