>Live in Austin, TX
>Fantasy folk are becoming more common by the day
>Driving home late one night
>Just clocked out. Can't wait to go home and crawl into bed
>At a red light when a group of goblins scramble across the street
>Jaywalking assholes...
>Suddenly, hear screaming from the parking lot across the street
>I pulled the car around the corner to see the goblins dogpiling on top of an Elf
>Poor girl fires off some sort of magic fireball before the gobs pin her arms down
>I've seen enough. I pulled a Glock out of the glovebox and aim for the goblin furthest from the Elf
>The first shot was off. I'm chalking it up to a rushed shot. But the noise scares the goblins enough for them to scatter.
>One tried to squeeze through a storm drain. I fired a few shots in its direction before it forces itself through. 
>Things are suddenly very quiet, save for the distant sounds of police sirens.
>I looked over to the Elf. She's shaken up, a bit disheveled, but fine. She kept staring at me with a 'deer in the headlights' look.
>I noticed those sirens are getting louder. Local PD isn't exactly kind to armed citizens, so I hop in my car and split
>I don't hear anything for a few days, just a news report of a failed goblin attack, my actions omitted. Elf girls must have kept me out of the story