[Natasha turns, looking over her shoulder. Her tail stills, tense with focus as she listens for more movement, for conversation, any sign there's another attack coming.
If the goblins have friends, they seem less inclined to jump into the fight than these two.
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If the goblins have friends, they seem less inclined to jump into the fight than these two.
Softly, to Zhao:]
You want me to flush them out?