**Confrontation at the Cave Entrance**

The sudden commotion outside the cave jolted Darren out of his slumber. He quickly sprang to his feet, his heart racing as he rushed towards the entrance. His three female goblins, still naked and vulnerable, scrambled to follow him. As he emerged from the cave, he was met with a scene of tension and hostility. Two of his male goblins, Scorch and Fang, stood firm, blocking the path of five newcomers. The newcomers, clearly a group of goblins from another tribe, eyed Darren's group warily. They were slightly taller and better equipped, but their crude wooden spears and tattered clothing spoke of a hard life. The leader of the group, a goblin with a scar above his left eyebrow, took a step forward. "What do you want?" he growled, his voice like a rusty gate. Scorch and Fang stood their ground, their eyes fixed on the newcomers. They seemed to be trying to explain something, but the leader wasn't having it. Darren's gaze flicked to the five newcomers, and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of a hybrid creature being dragged behind them. The creature, a mix of mouse and human, had tears streaming down her face as she struggled against her restraints. The leader's gaze flicked to Darren, and his expression darkened. "You," he spat. "You're the one who's been taking our resources." Darren's eyes narrowed. "I don't know what you're talking about." The leader sneered. "Don't play dumb. We know you've been raiding our territory." Scorch and Fang tried to intervene, but the leader wasn't having it. He took a step forward, his spear at the ready. Darren's instincts took over. He strode forward, his eyes locked on the leader. "Back off," he growled. The leader snarled, but Darren could see the fear in his eyes. He took another step forward, his spear rising. In a flash, the leader lunged at Darren. But Darren was quicker. He caught the spear and wrenched it from the leader's grasp. The goblin stumbled backward, and Darren pinned him to the ground. The others froze, their eyes wide with fear. Darren's gaze locked onto them, his chest heaving with exertion. "You will submit," he growled. "Or you will die." The leader's eyes darted to his companions, and then back to Darren. He nodded, a tiny movement. "We submit." Darren's grip on the spear remained firm. "Good choice."