Garden Town and The Field of Bloody Flowers

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"Alright..." Bronson scratched the back of his heard uncertainly. "We could set some traps to catch anything that runs through the field while we're away. A few big pebbles thrown their way could help us lure them out a few small numbers at a time and take them out safely."
 
Monster Hunter nodded. “Agreed; I have some supplies in my bag…”  He opened his bag and took out several bear-traps. “Its old fashion, but it gets the job done. The Goblins easily fall for something like this, mistaking it as a type of food. It’s like I said, they’re incredibly dumb, despite being dangerous pest.” Monster places several of them across the field near the town. “I placed about 5 of them, since that’s all I can carry on me.”

The man turns to Bronson. “Shouldn’t we wear something on our faces? If the pond is indeed toxic, it might put us at risk, no?”
 
"Probably... I ain't an expert on it, but I s'pose we'd need at least a mask of some type to cover our noses and mouths." Bronson replied. "Have your people got any leftover leather and cloth we could use to make them?"
 
Monster Hunter nodded. "Yes. There's a person that runs a clothing store that gets random items that get drifted in our town sometimes. I'm sure he might have some leather stuff and cloth. Let's see if he has them." Monster Hunter, after placing few traps around the garden, headed back to the town.
 
Bronson followed Monster Hunter from behind, keeping an eye out around the field for any suspicious movement. The field was relatively absent of noise aside from the shifting of the grasses and flowers. In any other place, he would have found it pleasant, but for some reason he just felt unnerved by it. "Right..."
 
Monster Hunter continued as he sees the town from afar, but stopped in reaction to the loud, faint cry from the distant. Afterwards, the ground shook, causing them to lose their balance for a moment.

Prior to the cry, the garden was in utter silence. If Monster Hunter is correct about their activities, there should be loads of them, but there were none. Yet, the loud noises, which distract Monster Hunter, provided an opportunity to strike.

A Goblin leaped out of the tall grass, pulled its right arm back with a rigid Hatchet in his hand. Trail of salvia raining down from his tongue to the air, Monster Hunter tried to readied himself defensively, but the shockwave causes his guard to be wide opened for an attack.
 
"There you are, ya bastard!" Bronson, despite having lost his balance, knelt on one knee. He immediately took his loaded crossbow off his back and quickly aimed down the sights at the goblin. He squeezed the trigger and fired, aiming directly at the Goblin's head right between the eyes.
 
“Yeeggaguuurgh!” 

The Goblin’s head whipped backwards, causing his body to flip backward a few times before dropping on the floor, lifeless. Blood spills slowly out arrow embedded in its forehead.

Monster Hunter got up from the floor, brushing off the specks of dirt off its armor. “Thanks, I’m normally don’t get ambush like this; a shameless display.” He went over the body, ripping the arrow of its forehead. “If they’re this close… then there ought to be more around here.”
 
"Whatever noise that was might've scared them out of their hole by now." Bronson reloaded his crossbow, gingerly looking around for any sign of moving grasses or any suspicious noises. "Ain't no way they didn't hear that..."
 
Two more Goblins popped their heads out of the grass, with their weapons readied. One of them makes a gesture, a signal, to attack the man with the crossbow, the other nodding in agreement. 

“Whatever that noise was, it did us a favor.” Monster Hunter took out his broad sword. 

A third Goblin revealed itself, but did not have any weapons on it; instead, it had a pencil and paper, noting something down on it before escaping. The two Goblins rushes at Bronson and Monster Hunter; one of them carries an dagger, coated with poison, spit out a small ball of acid towards Bronson's eyes, in attempt to weakened his vision as it launched itself in the air, with intent to stabbed him on the shoulder.

The other Goblin had a whip in its hand; drooling on the side of his mouth, he pulled his arm back to give more power when he launches it, with an intent to snap the blade off his hands. 

Monster Hunter remained steady, waiting for the right moment and dodged at the last second. When the whip slammed onto the ground, it kicks the dirt upwards, leaving a crater behind. Monster Hunter took the chance to drive the blade, in the moment of the Goblin preparing for another attack, into its stomach, slashing off its side. Its organ spills out to the ground.
 
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