You take the stolen weapon. The goblin watches you from atop his warg mount. Laughing, he digs his heels into the giant wolf's sides and charges toward you.

You raise your weapon just as the warg leaps. You manage to twist aside, but its claws hit your side... you have an open wound. Blood soaks your clothes and the goblin tries to hit you from his elevated position using his spear.

You react, swinging your weapon to deflect his strike, but the goblin is agile, he dodges your attack. Seeing an opening, the warg tries to bite you again. This time, instead of dodging, you stand your ground. With all your effort, you drive your weapon into its exposed throat just before its fangs reach your neck.

The warg whimpers, coughs blood, and then collapses, crushing the goblin beneath it.
The goblin rider struggles to free itself, but you don't give it the chance. One final, precise strike ends its life.

You stand alone, with your wounds burning and full of adrenaline. You've won... but the victory came at a bloody cost.

Now you can't stop, more goblin patrols could be nearby. You need to put distance between yourself and this place. Tearing strips of cloth, you apply pressure to your wounds to stop the bleeding, then continue your desperate journey.