Unfortunately, I don't have the time to really understand what's happening.
I don't even have the time to think as a loud shriek bother my ears from behind.
"DON'T GET CLOSE I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU"
Annie seems to be in trouble, like a dumbass, I risk a quick glance behind me just to see a scene that will probably stay in my mind for a while.
Annie, in front of Jenna wave her shaking hands towards the goblin that just passed me earlier.
jenna threw her bow on the ground a long time ago, taking the second dagger Annie gave to her as the bow is way too hard to use without any training.
She have somewhat of a stance with wide legs.
Trying to put Annie behind her in a rush of a heroism. The goblin, enjoying the little show, keep running, the sharp stone in his hand just deadly enough for two helpless humans.
As he gain more and more speed, Annie, scared, thrust forward as the goblin do the same in the opposite direction, going backward and dodging Annie thrust.
As if it was possible to get hit by that.
Annie with her poor footing stumble forward, the goblin taking advantage jump at her slammin-! And get slammed by badass grandpa shield, moving with speed I never knew a old man could still have.
Balrow closed the gap between the girls and he, without any hesitation, interposed himself between the green ball of glee and slammed the rim of the shield.
Using it as a punching aid.
Right on the head of this grubby little fucker, the strength behind the hit sending the litteral child sized green shit flying back at my side.
Balrow take a stance in front of annie and jenna his grim face focused.
Daaaaaamn, alright that was kinda badass. My nicknames are so fucking fitting.
Remembering that I have three, and almost four with the one balrow sended toward me, of the little shitters trying to kill me.
I focus back on my fight.
The three ones, are still wary, trying to encircle me.
I know where this is going.
Shifting my footing toward the right. I tilt my back a bit toward the fourth goblin that's recovering, red liquid flowing like a waterfall from his now broken nose.
Seeing the fourth one slowly wadling toward me, from a glance above my shoulder, I scream.
Yes. You heard me. I screamed.
As loudly as I can, as deeply as I can. Until my vocal cords hurt
Didn't even knew I could scream like that.
This scream scared even myself because of how deep and gritty it sounded.
But I can't let that distract me, because as I scream I hit the wind wildly, just turning and striking toward his general direction to scare him off.
And scare him I did, he directly go back to fight the three behind me.
I change my words, and scare them I did.
The three goblins that were closing in on me freezed for a second at my human roar.
Was this how my ancestors protected themselves from predators? Just scream hard, it's scary.
Unfortunately the fear just fuel their determination even more, two are in front of me a bit of a distance away between themselves. While the last one do...where is the last one?
Hearing footsteps, small and quick ones at my right, I strike at my right again, hitting the dangerously close globin with my shaft. sending him stumbling away. trying to press the advantage, I twist my body and try to impale him on the tip of my spear.
As I do a fucking stone. A stone. Slam itself right against my temple.
Stumbling I build my stance again. Rudimentary but it make me feel steady.
I do my best to blink out the blood flowing on my face, my left eye is covered in it, seeing from it is a struggle.
I don't know who's the on that did this, but I can definetly see that the one I was going to skewer to death, is out of range now, well he was, but he's now trying to grab something at his feet, a bloody, sharp stone.
I can see it, clear as day.
They surround me, avoid my range, attack my sides when they can, while peppering me with stones, that's how they will exhaust me while stalling for time.
Stalling until the two ones finish Matthew. The two others will rush back to help them, just enough to completly encircle me.
The last one that passed me, will keep screaming and waving like an unruly child to keep the attention of balrow, Annie, and Jenna in check.
They'll keep throwing stones, and with 5 of them, they are enough to completly encircle me and attack my back, they manage to stab me, one time, two time.
I bleed out and have the pleasure to feel my strength wane out while I desperately try to keep my organs in my body.
I can see it clear as day, that's what's gonna happen, I can feel it.
I'm scared. And this disgusting feeling that helped me pummel twitchy to death come back.
The grip on my spear tighten. the goblin jump toward the bloody stone.
I'm scared. And this raging feeling that climb behind my throat tell me I'm pissed off.
Their disgusing weak ass plan, I can see it clear as day.
The goblin reach the stone as the other two, walk latterally. On my sides. trying to reach my left and my right to distract me from the jumping goblin.
That's a plan. A good plan. A good system. I don't like systems, I bully systems.
The goblin reach my left and start running toward me, trying to pressure me, to distract me from the one that's getting up with that precious stone.
I'm scared.
They are scared.
More scared than me.
The goblin rush toward my left side, his little stone carried in his hand, his arm is bended, pretending, making a show of it. He's running, faster and faster, he know I'm going to turn around to protect.
No one like getting stabbed after all, he's dashing. The other one, now well up is already running away with his prize.
The one on the left is preparing to jump on my left, still doing his show. Expecting me to defend against his stab. I stare at the goblin that just got up.
Even as the goblin legs on the left move.
His legs are flexing, fear fueling his eyes, he know the hit he'll get will hurt, but if that's to finish me, it's worth it.
He jump, ready to stab me. Eyes closing, ready to get hit by my spear to get his brethen time.
I ignore him, rushing toward the one running away from me.
The one right in front of me. The one that grabbed the bloody stone. The one they were gaining time for.
As the green shit slam into me. On the left. I shrug it off, lifting my spear high in the air and thrust as hard as I physically can right at that fucker little head. The one right in front of me.
Bloody stone in hand.
My aim is false, I reach the bottom of his neck.
The sound of flesh getting straight up ignored by metal fill the room.
Followed by the sound of the point of a spear landing on the ground.
Spearing an ennemy. Making him gurgle in pain against the ground. Ignoring the burn on my left side and my tainted vision, I widly shake my spear inside the flesh of my dying opponent.
Flesh tear.
Bone crack.
Just as I move like a dog playing with a stick, finally ripping out the tip off my opponent body, I look at my left. at the fallen form of the goblin that jumped on me. the one that stabbed me, his own stone bloody now.
My eyes meet his.
The determination isn't here anymore.
Who's scared of who's now?
With my now freed spear, I use it like it's a belier.
And as if I was forcing open an extremely short and green door that's running away, I shove my weapon of choice right through the belly of my enemy.
Tremors run through my arms as the tip of my spear impact something solid, something like a spine.
Lifting my squirming and screaming enemy in the air like a barbaric maniac. I make sure to reduce the leverage, bending my arms, leaning back and pulling up with my hips.
But even with that.
Lifting the bloody body above my head is a struggle, one that I ignore.
The violent feeling. The same one I had with twitchy feels unnaturally strong right now.
Blood flow down on my face, from my injury or that body, I don't know. Nor do I care as my obssesed gaze focus on the last one, the one that threw the stone at me.
Looks like the one that jumped just tried to grab THIS one stone.
So much strategy in those green little pathetic bitches bodies.
Ah, this make me angry.
Stoneless, and alone, he turn around, finally acknowledging his instincts that told him to not mess with the strange big guy with the strange scary aura around him.
He just run like his life depend on it.
Because it fucking does.
Throwing the body sticking on my spear, I start running, stumble on the blood at my feet, ignore the scramble and even with wet bloody shoes, I run faster.
Faster. Way faster than his little legs can propel him, my big legs taking strides that put me right behind him in just a moment.
My hands carrying the salvation of death pierce his back, our momentum carrying, the goblin goes straight first against the ground.
It's a pain to stop him from sliding forward, guts spilling out.
It's a pain to stop me from stumbling over his body.
But I manage.
And I keep him still, with the spear digging into his back. Not even hesitating to give my shoes a total, new red paint.
I stomp on his head, one time.
his teeth bite the ground, two times.
I felt something pop under me, three times.
He stopped moving, four times.
five times.
Six.
Seven.
Those ones were for my personal pleasure.
Lifting my head up, I see Matthew rip his sword of one dead goblin body as he wave his sword toward another one with a single arm, the other one uselessly hanging off his side.
His enemy body is covered in small cuts.
Not even understanding what I'm doing I raise my spear right above my head, and like some kind of hunter, I launch my spear toward matthew opponent.
It misses, by far.
But it distract them both enough for me to rush with fury fueling my movement. Grabbing the goblin like he's a kid in need of a heavy punishment.
I throw his body against the ground.
It fall and roll like a puppet with their string cut, but I don't stop, I jump on him, and pummel his face in like I did it with Twitchy.
Twitchy put more of a fight.
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