Arin looked at where Ragna was looking.
There was a big black snake coiling in front of him. Atop them sat a goblin, with a maniacal smile on its face.
There was no rein on the Snake's mouth, which meant it was not a simple fancy ride for the Goblin but more of a team.
Arin summoned his twin daggers, Venom Fang, and stood back-to-back with Ragna.
Her muscles rippled as she tightened her grip on her massive war axe, Thalvak.
Both stood still; their eyes were locked on the darkness.
Behind them emerged another goblin warrior.
This too as well sat atop another big black snake.
In the pale moonlight, which was penetrating through the dense canopy of leaves, the serpents' scales were gleaming like polished obsidian.
The snakes hissed. The venom coated on their forked tongues was glistening in the moonlight.
The goblins snarled and grinned, baring their sharp and menacing yellowed teeth.
