The green tide rises - before ebbing very quickly!

It was, Gazerbeam reflected, a good day to go in search of Mork's Cup which was rumoured to be in these parts.  Or was it Gork's.  Either way time to go find it.

So he bullied a couple of mobs of night goblins making sure they had some of those whirling crazies with them and three somewhat dim witted Trolls he'd seen nearby, just in case he bumped into trouble , since he'd heard rumours of foul rat vermin in these parts.

And sure enough he soon bumped into three huge blocks of them walking menacingly towards him.

Staring a bit harder he noticed two were groups of what appeared to be scruffy unkempt creatures but the middle group looked like they may be dangerous.

Well he mused, "I can send the crazies against those scruffy lot and the Trolls will keep me safe".  Smug in the strength by his side he waited to see what would happen next.

Whoosh - Bang!  From nowhere a rocket soared across the space between the two armies completely obliterating most of the group of night goblins on his left.  "Hmmm I wasn't expecting that" he thought.  But they're only night goblins and the few left have decided to stay around and more importantly those crazies are still with them.

So lets see what these crazies really can do.  "Waaagh" he shouted rushing forward.  The night goblins followed, the Trolls decided to sit down and pick their noses instead.

Getting close to the rats - the crazies were given a last mushroom and pushed out - three obligingly went spinning through the rats in front of them causing no small amount of carnage, the fourth stayed whirling worryingly close to the front of the undamaged unit of night goblins.

Undaunted he called down his mighty powers to send beams of green death scouring through the ranks of the vermin opposite only to find his power suddenly thwarted, the beam dying in his eyes.  And to make matters worse, he'd rather left himself standing out in the open and those rats were charging straight at him!

Oops he though time to flee.  The rats crashed into what was left of the night goblins on his left (well right now he was running away) and those hot on his heels ran into what were now somewhat irritated Trolls

He, however, was putting on a good pace to stay safe!

Well not surprisingly the few night goblins on the left (now right) crumpled and were cut down, but sadly the Trolls, despite squishing swathes of the rats, decided the numbers facing them were too many and without his words of encouragement decide to flee.  To no avail - they were buried under a tide of snarling rats.

Oh ho though Gazerbeam - this doesn't look good

And it wasn't.  Instead of whirling to his rescue the crazies continued spinning away into the sunset, bothering no one and the one that had been nearby, harmlessly stepped out of everyone's way.  Seizing their chance the big unit of night goblins sprang forward and put the unit of rats opposite them to flight.

And that was the last he knew.

Caught from behind he was torn to shreds.  Chittering hordes, sensing victory whirled and assaulted the remaining night goblins.  Despite jabbing 15 spears at the swirling mass in front of them the night goblins failed to kill a single rat, their own numbers being reduced only by 2, but without Gazerbeams stalwart (not) courage and facing unsurmountable odds their nerve, tiny as it was, gave and they were torn to shreds.

"Damn rats, Gork where were you" was the last thought in Gazerbeams head as the green glow faded from his blood red eyes, shortly before a passing rat ate them!