Arthur jolted into action, he sprinted toward the goblins with deadly intent, his soul sword materializing in his hand as he closed the distance. The first goblin never even saw him coming—Arthur's blade sliced clean through its torso in a single, fluid motion, the creature's body collapsing in two pieces before it had a chance to react.
The metallic scent of goblin blood filled the air as Arthur immediately pivoted toward his next target. This goblin was slightly larger than the first, its gnarled hands clutching a rusty dagger that gleamed with a sickly patina. The creature's yellow eyes widened in recognition of the threat, but its reaction was too slow and too panicked to be effective.
