Just like the Hobgoblin before it, this creature bore a cruel-looking greatsword. If anything, this one looked to be a higher quality blade than the last. The last was just a crude lump of steel, more suited to bludgeoning than to slicing. This blade, though, seemed to still retain some of its sharpness.
Beam dared to put himself in the way of the charging creature, his knife at the ready, looking small and useless when compared to the creature's weapon.
It bore down upon him with a roar, making the earth thunder with each step. The two of them were about the same height, but that was where the similarities ended.
It dealt a vicious horizontal slash, wielding such a massive blade with a single hand as though it weighed nothing to it at all.
Beam just barely stepped back out of reach, but it still pierced his shirt and left a shallow wound on his chest, drawing a line of red blood.
