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The Unexplored Wooded Area, En Route to the Onsen, Early Monday Morning

Cara had a plan. A brilliant plan. A plan that involved uninterrupted soaking in very hot water for an indecently long stretch of time. Cara quite liked her plan. Especially since taking a short-cut through the woods would mean she'd get to the Onsen to put her plan into action all the sooner.

Sadly, Cara was as yet unaware that she was not the only person in Fandom with a plan.

[For the gobliny ones.]

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The goblins did so love it when the humans traveled through the woods. It made hiding that much easier. And it was so much more fun to hide themselves behind fallen logs and trees so they could whisper and laugh and make plans of their own.

Beady little eyes were watching Cara move through the words but the goblins remained hidden and laughing.

For her part, Cara loved when those trying to set up an ambush practised the kind of stealth that involved wearing bright red robes in the woods, or giggling.

Not that she gave any indication she'd heard anything as she walked on towards the Onsen. She oh-so-casually wrapped her hand around the hilt of an agiel all the time, after all.

Hey, these goblins were stupid. Cara was lucky they were even hiding and hadn't just skittered out in front of her to do a little dance in hopes of charming her into coming with them.

They didn't, though. They kept moving along quietly with Cara, occasionally whispering or laughing or something else that couldn't be coherently heard because of their hiding place.

One goblin kicked a heavy log and yelped loudly only to be smacked and shut up by his other goblin friends. Maybe Cara hadn't heard that?

That was about as likely as the charming her into going along with them plan working.

Cara very carefully didn't look in the direction of the sound, instead glancing around to see where else an ambush might come from..

The goblins stopped moving when she did. The one who'd just kicked the log was still making pained sounds but otherwise, it was fairly quiet until...

"There's no one here! Go along your way." The voice was hissed and high pitched but almost lilting, as if it was trying to hypnotize Cara into believing that.

There was an immediate shushing from all around Cara as the other goblins took exception to the words.

And that meant it was time for all good Mord'Sith to start sprinting for the nearest clearing in hopes of drawing out their not particularly bright ambushers.

Well, that was no good. The goblins gave chase, emerging from their hiding places and using their small size and larger numbers to try and surround Cara to stop her from running.

They got tired of running after awhile. These goblins really needed to exercise more.

Once she reached the clearing, Cara spun to face the whatever they were that were chasing her.

These things looked like smaller, uglier gars. How pleasant.

The goblins stopped and circled around Cara slowly. There were a lot of them and they were all watching her, stepping closer to her save for the one who was still hobbling feebly on the foot he'd hurt earlier.

"You should come with us," one said, crooking a finger at her. "We have..."

Well, what did humans like? Several goblins grouped together to discuss that before breaking their huddle.

"Beets!"

Not a great answer.

That Cara lunged forward to attack the one who'd spoken could probably be taken as a resounding 'no'. Being this vastly outnumbered only meant that they had to watch out that they didn't hit each other when aiming for her.

Several of the goblins went flying backwards while the rest immediately came at Cara, flinging their small bodies all over her with aggressive intent. They used fists and feet and teeth and whatever else they could to try and incapacitate her to the point that they could tie her up.

Oddly enough, Cara was strangely disinclined to just stand (or crouch, or lie depending on just how the fight was going) there and let them, and if they were going to use teeth, then so was she.

If anywhere in the Midlands actually participated in the Olympics, she could have stubborned for her country.

Several of the goblins that had gone flying earlier had gotten back to their feet and started throwing large rocks Cara's way. Two enterprising goblins even threw one of their smaller brethren at Cara's head so he could try and gouge at her eyes.

They were nasty little goblins, that was certain.

The sheer weight of goblins was making it hard for Cara to move her limbs, but she managed to get that little bastard going for her eyes off with a particularly vicious snap of teeth and shake of her head.

By now, it should have been painfully obvious to that she wasn't planning on giving up any time soon. Not while she was still conscious, at least.

The goblins were beginning to see that and they were seriously wondering why everyone had to fight. Jareth's castle was amazing! She'd have fun but noooo, she just had to be violent.

The goblins weren't going to give up either and they continued hurling rocks, some big and some not at her head. They punched at her body and some of them dropped off her so they could get a running start and hurl themselves at her again to try and knock her off balance.

Cara could just imagine the kind of fun to be had in the hands of someone who sent a mob of goblins out to capture people, why do you think she was fighting so hard?

She wasn't going to stop just because between the rocks and the tackling she was now horizontal instead of vertical.

The goblins would say this was just tough love. And they would say they were succeeding too since they'd gotten her off her feet which meant they could pounce on her and jump on her and try and get some rope around her legs to keep her down.

The rocks kept coming but the goblins had added dirt to throw into her eyes and sticks to poke at her all the while they talked excitedly in between yowls of pain.

Cara would have been quite prepared to show them the error of their ways if they though her merely being on the ground meant they were winning, if not for the sizable rock that clipped her temple.

For definitions of clipped that involved quite solid hits.

At least she didn't have very far to fall as everything faded into blackness.

With the girl finally quiet, the goblins went about tying her completely up so they could slowly drag her to the castle.

Later, they were so going to make her eat beets since she'd refused their offer. They would have their revenge!

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