The creature was battling between its fear of Beam and its fear of the Half-Titan. At the second urging of its commander, it finally set forth, albeit at an impressively slow pace, completely lacking the aggression of one that should be devoted to the attack.
Beam noted the way its eyes darted about. Its plan was written on its face. It wanted to get halfway between him and the Half-Titan, and then make a mad dash for the trees, in an attempt at securing its safety.
Seeing the Horned-Goblin coming towards him, Beam walked out to meet it, the thought of speed still thoroughly on his mind. He evaluated the goblin with the smallest part of his attention, whilst he spared the rest of eyeing the Half-Titan. This was the deciding factor for him – if he could deal with the Half-Titan comfortably and quickly, then such encirclements now and in the future would not pose much of a threat. But the key was the speed.
