High Elf Archer Indulges In Some Pest Control

No one knew if it was just a cruel twist of fate, or if the gods had seen fit to punish the goblin race for their many sins, but whatever the cause it was indisputable that a great tragedy had befallen the species. Over the past year there was a strange lack of sightings of young goblins, and many hopeful folk took this as a sign the species was dying off. Eventually it was discovered that a far stranger affair was afoot, when a keen-eyed adventurer noticed that the squirming bugs on the floor of a goblin cavern looked oddly humanoid. While there were some exceptions, goblins as a rule are well-known for their short stature. It seemed a cruel joke then that said stereotype had suddenly been taken to the extreme, with the majority of newborn goblins being no bigger than an ant. The world at large breathed a sigh of relief and a hearty laugh at this strange occurrence, glad to finally be on their way to a world free of the green menaces. A few nihilist skeptics remained though, that believed the other shoe would drop at some point. Would these micro goblins spread disease more effective than insects ever could? Would they somehow spread their unnatural height to other living beings? Goblin Slayer was the most vocal skeptic of them all, steadfast in his belief that his sworn enemies would not end on such a simple footnote. He continued to drag his friends on extermination missions, who reluctantly went along despite doubting his views on the dangers goblins could still pose. Notably, his female companions were far more enthusiastic about accompanying him, though for different intentions then he held. After so many harrowing personal experience with the cruel monsters, not to mention their infamous atrocities against women worldwide, they quite enjoyed the opportunity to dish out brutal vengeance on them now that they were in such a helpless state. High Elf Archer especially, who's elven affinity with nature had precluded her from experiencing squashing bugs as a child, was especially in love with the feeling of squeaking goblins flattening beneath her tread like overripe fruits. She had just found an interesting batch of the wretched creatures, who after watching her slaughter a dozen others of their kind had opted not flee or hide but to prostrate in front of her in the hopes of mercy. The soft smile that crossed her lips led their slow minds to think they had indeed convinced the towering giantess, so they stared in confusion as she pulled her foot out of her boot and hovered it above them. She left it dangling above their tiny heads for a few seconds before slamming it down, most not even catching on to her intention before staining her sole red with their pathetic bodies...