Grizelda charged forward with a battle cry, her mud-stained greataxe raised high over her head. The goblin horde scattered before her, their crude wooden arrows peppering the ground at her feet. "By the Ancients' Breath, I shall break through this rabble!" she roared, swinging her axe in wide arcs, sending goblin bodies flying.

Grizelda leapt over a fallen log, her braided red hair whipping in her wake, and slammed her axe into the chest of a goblin chieftain, the force of the blow sending him tumbling down a steep bank. The goblin horde fled in terror as Grizelda stood victorious atop the bank, chest heaving, axe still lodged in the chieftain's lifeless body.