250 Words: Little goblin off to war

The little goblin made his way over fields and hedgerow to make his way to the war. To the east he could see the edge of the dark cloud that threatened every sort of being in the world from giant right down to mouse. Even the goblins, often resistant to such problems, would find themselves under the cosh if the Dark Warrior made it far enough and, as such, the little goblin had been kitted out and sent forward by his kin. Sent forward to join the ranks of the Goblin Corps, in whatever regiment he was selected by. Sent forward to victory over the armies of the spreading land of shadow. Sent forward to protect his people from slavery. Sent forward in armour too big for him and with a sword he could barely raise, and that seemed somewhat blunt. He'd begged them to let him take a slingshot or arrows and a bow only to be told that such weapons were unbecoming of a goblin. Allegedly the sword would become lighter and keener as he approached the fight. For now though the little goblin cursed it as he headed for the coast and his voyage to war. Deep within the little goblin knew he should join this fight. All his life he'd avoided violence but this threat was so unrelenting and massive that the little goblin knew he must be one of the many to stand against it. Even if it was true that it couldn't be stopped.