"Hey! back off! I have stones and i'm not afraid to use them!" Gabe declares to the goblins, His hands ready to grab the stones in his pocket. The two lackies hesitate, knowing how much the small things can sting. The leader knocks both of their heads together as he says "Cowards! Treeman lie! how he have stone if we followed?" He then begins to climb the tree, spear nestled in his mouth.
"Well I gotta give him credit for being brave, but his thinking is flawed." Gabe draws the stones and then throws them at the ascending goblin. Unprepared, Goblin leader gets hit on the nose. "Gah! Tiny twig! come fight if real man!" In response, Gabe threw down two more stones. The lead goblin dodged the first but the second had found its mark, striking right between his brows.
He falls to his backside, dizzy from the blunt impacts, but still conscious, likely from his thick skull. The lackies finally come forth, but instead of helping, they snicker at their boss, sometimes poking at the rapidly forming bump on his head. "You stop! go away!" After forcing his incompetent hunting group back, the lead goblin creates a fool proof plan. "We camp near tree. When treeman tire, we strike!" "OH! boss smart! plan good!" "No fail! we eat!" The lackies praise the plan, seeing nothing wrong with it.
"...These guys can not be serious." However, just because a plan could be fool proof does not mean that its dummy proof. Gabe laughs to himself at how ridiculous these goblins can be. After all, who would say their plan IN FRONT of their target? "All right, all I have to do is slip away when they are either too tired ordistracted." And so the wait began.
Within the first day, the goblins had made a crude tent out of logs, rope and multiple animal pelts. They had then made a patrol routine, where at least one goblin would keep an eye on Gabe. From time to time one of the lackies would try to climb up, only to be sent back down with a quick stone to the head. At some point, Gabe ran out of rocks so he had to settle for twigs he found around the tree.
The next day, Gabe laid on the branch he made himself comfortable on as he watched the Goblin leader. He was growing tired of waiting, judging by the dark look in his eyes. His lackies did not help either as they would usually try to make dumb topics to talk about. "Oh! me know how stave dull!" The lead goblin could feel his eye twitch as he overheard one of his lackies. And then it started.
🎶Treeman stew! Treeman Stew! we make great yums out of you! Treeman Stew! Treeman Stew! Sap we like, so westrike! 🎶
🎶Skin we take! weapon make! Treeman come, Treeman go! Skin we take! weapon make! Treeman sprout, so we scout! 🎶
A frown found itself plastered on the goblin leader's face as he watched his subordinates goof around in front of him. He did not leave his spot though so as to make sure Gabe does not leave while he's busy. Gabe however had other plans.
"That was amazing! such talent! such spirit! I'm in shock!" Even though Gabe was clapping and cheering the idiotic duo, he was grimacing internally form how off key they sounded. Heck, the song could have passed for screeching if anything! but he kept up the act regardless.
And sure enough, they fell for it, hook, line and sinker. "Really? Treeman think song good? "Of course! might have been the best I have heard yet!" "Good enough to even be tribe shaman?" "I would bet the sap in my body you could!" The lead goblin got up, face twisted into an enraged scowl. "DUMB! No listen to treeman, he FOOD! You not even good to be SHAMAN! HE LIE!"
The goblin that had started the song did not take well to the lead goblin's 'criticism'. "NO, YOU LIE! SONG WAS GOOD! TREEMAN HAS GOOD TASTE, NOT YOU!"
"YOU NO CAN BE SHAMAN!"
"ME CAN!"
"CAN'T"
"CAN!"
The lead goblin punched the aspiring shaman in his bulbous nose. Furious, the goblin returned fire, lunging at the group leader. And before the third goblin knew what was happening, The once fun times turned into in all out dust brawl. "Stop, stop! Need watch Treeman before-!" the third couldn't get his words out as he was pulled right into the fight.
Logs shattered and pelts flew as they brawled amongst each other. After a bit, the three goblins fall to the floor, Battered and bruised. Their temporary camp lays in ruins and the area looking like a disaster. The fight stopper coughed as he said "We need...eye...treeman." before passing out. The group leader immediate jumps to his feet, ignoring the protest of his aching body, and looks towards the tree Gabe was on, only to find that he was long gone.
"#$%*!" And while the group leader stomped around and cursed like mad, Gabe was laughing nonstop as he sprinted through the forest. "Later Goblins! I have no plans of being lunch anytime soon! Hahahhahaa!