The moment the goblin lifeless body was in the air, Roan stopped moving to avoid being hit by it. Seconds later, he was again in motion to seek and strike against the closest goblin before halting and turning to face whoever had just spoken. Wary of a possible enemy, he kept his weapon ready to act at a moment’s notice. Sensing a lack of hostilities, at least yet, he lowered his greatsword. Taking note of the stranger mask and long tail Roan took the initiative and answered, louder than normally to bypass the annoying chanting on the background.
“Not like there is a choice.” Finishing the statement he lightly waved his weapon and while parts of the mixture of blood and tiny goblin bits left the blade and sprawled over the cobblestones on the ground, he noticed the similar state of the sledge and with an an eyebrow raised, continued. “Be my guest, sooner this is over the better. I have more things to do with my time then fight these weaklings.” Roan waited for any reaction before moving to the area affected by the fog, more specifically to the gobling he had slain a few minutes ago.
“Damn this fog.” His vision obscured, it took more time then he wished to find one of the halves of the deceased goblin, and more importantly the near longbow. He kept the handle of the sword held on one hand before he retrieved the previously dropped weapon with the other. The longbow now adjusted on its rightful place on his back he then followed the sound of the ongoing conversation to return, noticing that the mist was starting to dissipate.