Swooping down on the pack of the goblins, Jean had a vague flicker of recognition from stories she had read as a child. They were goblin men in the most literal sense. What was the name?
Uruk hai. That was it.
It didn't matter, she thought as she set one aflame. They'd die just the same.
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