Two sharp cracks of the pistol announced that Tarrant had fired into the crowd. He had already begun forming a partial Shielding around his erstwhile allies as the large bovine aimed his firearm at the explosives.

His gun would be of much less use in a crowd pressing in on all sides, so Tarrant drew his sword instead. Brilliant silver-blue light filled the chamber, likely temporarily blinding the goblins if they were caught unprepared. A wintery chill filled the room, originating from the earth fae bound to its blade. Its hunger was almost palpable. No doubt it would be answered.