With an explosive twitch, the curly-haired youth dragged the goblin over his shoulder with a single arm, forcing its weight towards an alarming speed, tossing it just as he had the one before it. But now, he had a hand to guide the direction. He didn't move to throw it far, he instead moved to throw it hard, and sent it hurtling hard into the snow.
The goblin landed flat on its back, the wind thrown out it. It said something about the strength of the throw when a creature that erratic and full of movement was left lying still from it – and that was on snow.
Kaya lost himself in the frustration. He'd already embarrassed himself fully, as far as he could tell. No one else would struggle with the goblins like he had, he was sure, but he didn't know what to do. The spear felt foreign in his hands despite all the practice with it.
