Go crazy, the lady says. If he weren't so tense, Jamie would laugh. They passed crazy a long time ago. Now that Eleanor has left the sword-goblin to him, he's unsure what to do with it. He wants the sword, that much he knows, but he hadn't gotten any further in his planning than that.

He doesn't even like swords very much, but having one would make him feel less like a sitting duck. That's the idea, anyway.

The goblin doesn't care whether or not Jamie has a well thought out plan. He urges the wolf closer, galloping up to Jamie's right leg and preparing to skewer the unprepared man on his blade.

"Goddess. Hold on, Eleanor."

For lack of a better idea, Jamie lets loose a terrified sounding shriek, wide-eyed, and points over the goblin's shoulder. Confused, the creature actually turns and looks.

Ha!

Jamie kicks out, leaning the other way when the sudden movement threatens to unseat him, and kicks the goblin as hard as he can; all while grabbing messily for the sword. A moment of wrestling follows, a series of kicks... and the blade is in Jamie's hand, minus the goblin. Stunned, he stares at it.

"I can't believe that worked."

The goblin can't believe it either, and reaches for another weapon at his side. Jamie does a double take and swiftly slices the creature's throat, leaving a gaping wound and no worry that the goblin will attempt to retrieve his sword a second time.

The ample reinforcements coming from the left -- forcing the bike off the main road, toward a thick area of trees -- might, however.