They are completely surrounding me, they are all about the same height as me. I couldn't see all of them. The ones that had come out of the darkness of the forest are all grinning with jagged teeth, that are yellowed.
Some of them are covered in crude armor that was made out of leather from animals that you'd find in the forest. It was simple and tattered, due to incorrect care of the gear. Some of them had knives strapped around their waist.
Others had small bows clutched in their grimy hands with small bundles of arrows kept on their back. Only a few of them actually had long sword or swords in general, those were the ones that had some of the better leather gear, as well.
They also were at the front of the group that was approaching me. It was a large group and I was surrounded on all sides by goblins. It seems that they were at least smart enough to close themselves around me.
It seems even in this world they were ugly as they'd been depicted in stories from my old world. Chuckling to myself, I grasp the scissors in my hands firmly.
They looked a little surprised to see me, it looks like I was deep within the forest. Could they possibly be scouts?
I'd read about how goblins would often if traveling in large packs belong to a huge den of goblins. You'd generally run into a group of scouts if you found yourself within their territory in a dungeon.
I didn't think too long on it but instead observed them a little bit. However, the longer I looked at them the more I found them disgusting. Wrinkling my nose up at them, I could smell them, and it was a mixture of sewage and shit combined together.
Thick amounts of saliva drip out of their mouths and I could see their beady little yellowed eyes narrowing as they looked at me.
A few grunts and other sounds left their mouths, as the one with swords began to close in on me. The archers of the groups also began to draw their bows.
A sinister grin began to take shape on their faces as they looked at me with uncovered… lust!
My grip tightens on my scissors, I felt an evil feeling well up in my chest. Glancing behind me, I find that they're also closing in on me from behind. They'd closed off all escape routes.
I'd been completely cut off from escape, but that was perfect! I planned to slaughter each of these perverted beasts.
"Let's have some fun," I growl with a grin. Pushing forward with my right foot. I shoot like a loosed arrow, the muscles in my legs bulge as my foot sunk into the ground and I rocketed forward.
「Sprint Activated」
Heading straight towards the goblins with swords in front of me. The nearest goblin to me was about thirty feet in front of me. I covered that in under a second before the goblin had any time to register what was about to happen to him, his wart covered face was twisted in delirious pleasure.
No doubt imaging what he'd do to my body once he pinned me down.
Too bad for him, cleaving the scissors forward I swing them and cut his head clean off of his neck. It was like cutting through butter, like a fountain his neck begins to squirt out hot stinky blood.
The foul blood splashes across my face, as he gushed outwards. Not stopping, I swing my scissors and they open like the ravenous mouth of snake they clip the nearest goblin cleanly in half.
Easily cutting through the leather armor and the sword that the goblin had managed to raise in defense of itself. Falling down into a mess of blood and gore, he was dead on the spot.
Dripping in blood my scissor seems to glow a vibrant red as the blood-soaked into them. My body was singing, the stiff muscles loosening up. My body felt even hotter as some of the blood runs into my mouth, it tasted bitter.
"Twang!"
Swing my scissor upwards, I block an incoming arrow that was aimed directly at my head. It breaks when it makes contact with my scissors.
Next!
Darting forward again, I head towards the archers that I can see are hastily trying to load their bows. But they were slow, a few more arrows whistle through the air behind me, I sidestep, and they fly past me hitting the goblins directly in front of me.
A gasp of pain leaves their mouths as they're implied by their comrades' arrows.
Laughing, I grab out with my left hand and close my fingers around the neck of a goblin that'd been impaled with arrows. Quickly I crush his windpipe, which didn't kill him but stopped his resistance.
All that he was able to do was snap at me with those disgusting yellowed teeth that drip with the foul-smelling saliva. The smell of rot and decay fanned my face and it made me gag a bit.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a goblin abandon his bow and brandish his dagger, darting forward he tries to stab me. His execution was a little sloppy and I shake my head at his attempt.
"Now that not nice," I chide as I swing my body around and with my right-hand skewer him with my weapon.
Hot blood runs down my arms, as I watch the life fade from his beady yellowed eyes.
Smiling, I pivot on my right foot and toss the goblin in my left hand towards the goblins that are running towards me from behind.
They collide with the limp body of their brethren, and an angered expression is birthed on their ugly faces. I felt a shiver of joy run up my spine, I'd been a while since I'd seen anyone look at me with that expression.
"That's right hate me, I'll slaughter you all," I couldn't help but laugh. My brain was clouded with the smell of blood and cranages. Every bone in my body was burning with passion.
Gripping both handles of my scissors I open the blades and split the still skewered body of the goblin into a bloodied mess. The bits of flesh and guts falling out of his body as it falls to the ground unceremoniously.
Still trying to get up the goblins on the ground have a look of fear creeping onto their face.
"Ahhh~" A screaming goblin tries to attack me from behind, I let go of my scissor and sidestep as a knife falls right where my body was once standing.
"Maybe, don't yell next time," I laugh as I grab his right arm and twist it.
"AHHHHH!" A violent scream of pain leaves his mouth and I smile brighter. Gripping the arm tighter, I swing my foot upwards and kick him in the gut.
"Urk," he coughs, and saliva rolls out of his mouth.
More arrows whistle through the night air, without breaking a sweat. I swing the body of the goblin into the air and use him as a meat shield.
"Thunk! Thunk!"
A wild torrent of arrows pelted his body and soon only the light sound of gasping could be heard from him. Discarding his body, I grab my scissors and cut down three more goblins that were charging me.
No skill was needed to cut them down, it was like mindlessly slaughtering pigs.
"Your all going to die," I tell him whipping a hand across my blood-covered mouth. All that managed to do was smear the blood even more.
"Sing for me at least!" I say, jumping forward towards the rest of the goblins.
Fear is etched into their ugly little face. Pouncing forward like a beast on the hunt, I begin to slaughter even more of them.