Micky watched in a slow motion horror as Prin was knocked on the head with a mace and slowly fell. She had been fighting by herself with little support of the kids. The Goblins were now grabbing at her as her body slowly fell towards the floor. The excited glint in their eyes, the horny smile on their faces. As they grabbed at her to take her away there was no doubt what was to become of the woman when she was dragged away.

It was why Micky smashed in the faces of the ones that did, grabbed Princess first and tossed her at the kids. Well if you used a liberal definition of tossed anyway. He then turned back around to face the goblin horde and yelled. “Get her out of here!” To the girls. This was only ending one way. And he was going to be the one way.

Squishy rushed to his side. She was approving of his decision over the link. She knew what was to be done and was more then willing. Until he smacked her back towards the girls mid leap. “Take her with you too! I said go, now!” He said as Squishy sent betrayal over the link. She tried to struggle free, to fight her way out of the embrace she was in now, but there was no way. She may have been a monster that was on the brink of evolution, but she was still just a slime. Just the lowest of base monster.

So the girls ran, they knew what was happening. They ran away anyway. There was nothing they could do. They couldn’t help this situation. Micky smiled as he saw them flee. This wan’t there fualt. Crawls were notorious for situations just like this. Micky himself was fighting a retreat even though he knew he couldn’t make it. He just needed the distance to make sure that the girls would have just that bit longer. To make sure he wasn’t overwhelmed.

He would let them run, the goblins would have this day. And they would just have to be satisfied with him, and they would have to like it. He kept smashing in goblin faces until he could no longer hear the girls feet traveling down the tunnel, and from the looks of pure rage on the goblins faces, they could no longer hear the girls either or at least didn’t think they could run them down. Not for the lack of trying though.

Micky smiled a happy vicious victorious smile. He thought to himself Well, it's time to find out what happens to the support character after they sacrifice themselves for the hero! Then he lept into the goblin pile. The entire way he cast [Charm] into the group of goblins. They were going to be satisfied with him and they were going to like it. At first it was not working, the goblins were in to much of a battle frenzy anyway. But then the battle took a sudden shift, the claws and teeth that bit and scratched were no longer biting and scratching. Then there was another shift, the goblins were starting to become placid. All the while Micky was digging deeper into the pile of goblins, it was getting stuffier and the air was becoming hot and humid. All around the goblins were breathing on him and he was breathing in the rancid breath of the goblins, but he did not stop.

Micky continued casting [Charm]. The Aoe going off as much as he could manage. And there was another shift. It started with one goblin no longer getting grabby with Micky, and instead growling at another. Then more, and finally the blood bath started anew, this time with Micky in the middle, the prize to be had. He kept going casting [Charm] Without care for what others did as he crawled to the center of the junction.

Now there was blood flowing that was goblin instead of his. He was being pulled down towards the ever hungry floor as it devoured the goblin corpses. He fought to stay on top of the flowing blood and viscera but it was quicksand. He was fighting a losing battle, but he had no choice but to fight as he tried to stay on top of the pile. All around him the goblins were tearing each other appart with renewed vigor. As the charm reached a certain threshold and Micky a new understanding the blood started to form a small pond. All of it forcing Micky down all of it threatening to crush him.

Micky continued his impossible fight. He had no choice in the matter now, he was committed. And all the while the goblins grew even more viscous and cruel to each other. These were the monsters of the mana rich crawl. They did not fight for food, the mana sustained them. They fought for greed. They fought to breed. They fought for space and everything else but food. Food was a worry of the surface goblins. It was something the lesser goblins fought for. No, these goblins fought for themselves and their own purposes. They were the cruelest of the cruel and they were tearing into each other with an all new averice.

At a certain point, the battle shifted again, and Micky found himself with the goblins around him dwindling and the blood and viscera increasing. No longer was he surrounded by goblins, he was alone, an island by himself in an unrelenting battle of the goblin hordes. They were endless and cruel. They now killed their own horde and anyone nearby to get to the precious. It was vicious and cruel on a whole new level. Before they had a goal, to destroy the enemy horde to get to the females. But now they only fought. There was no other thought in there mind but “Mine.” As the vicious and greedy creatures killed each other to get closer to the one.

And Micky was in the center of the blood whirlpool. The only things that came near him were dead and dying goblins. The goblins would try to swim near him weakly but they would attack anything else, even in their dying state. Their eyes were glazed over. And Micky was barely able to keep his head above blood. The crawl was having its due and then some. The monsters had cleared out the area around him as sacrifice. The goblins were even rancid in there blood and it was all trying to suck Micky down to the floor where he would drown.

Micky was now in a never ending fight with body parts, but mostly blood. He would try to swim to the surface as the whirlpool dragged him down only to take a breath and be forced down again. He would then repeat this cycle as he cast [Charm] over and over again until it was instinct. It was a never ending cycle. [Charm] [Charm] [Charm] push off and take a breath [Charm] [Charm] [Charm] fall to the floor and repeat. He didn’t know how long he was casting, or how long it had been. He would push the floating body parts away, not that there were many anymore. The body parts and nonliquids tended to be floating around on the bottom of the blood pond. Micky would use them to push off of in order to get to the surface. But he was getting tired. His head was killing him, and no matter what he kept up the [Charm].

There was an irresistible attraction to him in the goblins now. Not that it took much for the beasts of avarice to have one. And there was nothing they could do to resist. They were smart enough to resist at first. Having the intelligence of a squirrel, or an incredibly dumb raccoon at times. But that resistance wore away quickly. Now they were nothing but slobbering animals that tore into everything around them with abandon. They sliced and cut and killed. And it was all that they could do to just spend a few moments. All the while the leaders in the backs of the hordes knew nothing of what was going on with their goblins. They simply pushed forward. All the more happy because the faster they crushed the enemies the faster they could move on. And the more they could expand the horde with the battered and destroyed remnants. The leaders even imagined the last moments of resistance fleeing from their victims. Whether they be the humans or their fellow goblins and they were in bliss.

All the while Micky cast [Charm] as the blackness set in. It was growing dark, darker, it was the END...