Paragraph 180, Book 1. The Drauthoring Project.
“Goodbye, leader of nothing,” Mog sniggered, and the goblin screamed out as he plunged downwards towards the same fate that the other goblins of the legion had taken. Damien wiped some sweat from his brow. “Gee, that was exhausting…” he panted. “But fun. Who know that defeating an evil goblin could be fun?” Mog laughed. “Yes, who knew?” he replied. He was about to go on and explain why he had been hiding throughout the battle when a voice wafted through the air. “Damien!” cried the voice. Damien turned around and saw the Super Wing hovering in the air many paibers away; Eshliou sitting in it, waving her arms about. Razling squawked happily when he found that Damien was okay. Mog leaned towards Damien. “Are those your friends?” he whispered nervously. “I’m a little shy…”