The commander turned, scanning the shocked faces of his men as their eyes locked on the Goblin King. He let out a frustrated sigh before roaring,
"What the hell are you doing?! Fire at it! Kill it before it hurts anyone!"
The men snapped out of their daze, pulling their triggers and unleashing a storm of bullets from their high-powered assault rifles. The Goblin King spun its massive mace in a blur, the weapon whirling like a vortex, deflecting every shot.
The commander and his men froze in disbelief.
Grinding his teeth, the commander yanked a grenade free, pulled the pin, and hurled it. The explosion tore through the street with a deafening blast, half of the Goblin King's body was obliterated in the blast. The monster collapsed, dead.
Cheers erupted from the soldiers, but their celebration was short-lived.
