The creature, who I could only refer to as a goblin. From its textbook image of all the novels and the manga I read, pulled back the massive club. Its small arms twitching under the enormous weight. Mesmerized on how such a small scrawny creature could wield such heft. I snapped out of my stupor as the cries and screams rang out around me.
Swinging my trolley 180 degrees to face the monster. I thrust forward, catching it off balance. Which, added to the club's weight overhead, caused it to fall back hard. Frantically pushing off the balls of my feet. Lunging awkwardly to reach the creature, before it regained its footing. Bringing my right hand down and around its face, a sloppy backhand. However, proving true, as it struck the creature attempting to stand, sending it spiraling on the floor.
To my dismay, the contact left no damage. Causing it to fall off balance, sure the whiplash of the fall clearly staggered it, however, no obvious injury expressed itself around the contact point. Having taken boxing in my younger days, and being pretty strong, the resilience of such a creature baffled me. Surely I should have killed it, and got a glorious gift to rule all, however, the angered bellows of its buddies reminded me once more. This, was not a novel. I needed to put in more effort.
Attempting to run away from such numerous and low center of mass creatures, would prove to be troublesome, and clearly my fellow humans, had no desire to help, as they pushed, further, and further back behind the store. Pitifully clinging to shelves and screaming.
Diverting my attention away from the sorry lot. I reached out a bloodied hand from the earlier attempt, showing, that the attack clearly hurt me. More than it. I swiped the fallen club off the floor, and glared into the puffy eyes, reminiscent of a dead fish. The creature's buddies gathered around, seeming to egg it on, as to why I was still alive. I thought to do the most obvious thing in this situation, since there was obvious bait. I turned around, and leapt over the stall closest to me. Hugging the back as I landed. Cries rang. As the people were in dismay as to why I left. Did they think I was stupid enough to take a whole group on whilst they clearly weren't lending a hand.
"Hey, come back. Who's going to save us?"
"Please I don't want to die Help"
Don't get me wrong. I would love to help if I could. The heroes in novels always did, however, that wasn't practical, and that thought would get me killed a lot sooner. Frankly, I valued my own life. Far more than theirs
"like I want to die"
I murmured in a gruff voice, sharply inhaling.My plan was simple. Due to the goblin's small stature they were unable to see over the stalls, and whilst the majority of the group, stormed towards the cowering humans. A small select few, considered chasing the meal that left. Not knowing of my attempt to hide and wait, an unsuspecting member, leaned toooo far over and embraced the wood, as it smashed over its skull with a sickening crunch. Blood, oozed out all the orifices. While brain matter, fought to find a way to escape the in caved skull. Poorly timing a specific quote, but, thinking it fit perfectly for the scene. I bluntly said
"Do you know the way"
It was my first time killing, and don't get me wrong, whilst the experience was definitely not appreciated, however, I valued my life. Mixed with the fact, that these creatures were non-human existences, it reassured of my decision and I continued forward, to strike the 2nd idiot. The one, who so kindly lent me his club.
Crushing 2 of the skulls. I darted down another bend, realising a blinking light in my vision. I frantically cast it away, knowing that any distraction, in such a situation could be detrimental to my future health, and I personally, enjoyed being healthy very much. Running through piles of well-ordered food, reminded me of how a simple shopping trip, turned into a more exasperating event. At the end of the aisle, I was greeted with sticky, viscous blood, congealing over the floor, like paint. Seeing obvious differences, between this dark red blood, and the more disgusting green, lathered over my now sweat-soaked clothes, made me feel a little better about killing.
I hunched down at the end, waiting for the third, and final victim of the 3. Who I now referred to, as the three musketeers. There clear companionship showing as they stuck together. Pepped me up to send this one with the others. We wouldn't want them to feel lonely, now would we, after all, there's no such thing as a single musketeer. The final goblin, dashed through the fallen piles, left, by my previous graceful movement, to meet a solid boot to the knee. Due to the objects clattered around me, attempting to swing the heavy club, at such a small target would prove difficult, the novels demonstrated this with ease, however, they forgot all about velocity, and, that you need to swing to generate enough force, after all, I didn't have a hobby of swinging clubs. I just choked that up to not having enough time to prepare. since the creature, clearly sent an obvious welcoming letter.
The overweight goblin, fumbled to the floor, however, where I thought the knee should snap, there were no markings of my boot coming in contact with it. This lead me to double down on my previous hypothesis. Smacking the leg of a nearby shelf, allowing it to tumble down, and trap the squirming creature. Repeatedly dropping the weighty weapon in my hand, a satisfying squish echoed out, indicating the creature's death.
" Didn't know about gravity, did you? It's, a bitch"
Swinging around, I turned and stalked the separated goblins. Offing them, one, by one. Killing the unsuspecting, like a reaper. The final one, put a decent fight, however, my heavier physique, and stronger attacks. Overwhelmed the little sucker. Whilst keeping it at a decent distance, with my longer arms. Averting my eyes from the carnage, I noticed the shutters to this particularly fine establishment lowered, showing that another person, had their wits during this. Grateful as I was, due to having no energy, I turned, to observe the casualties. Thankfully, I was able to kill the majority, at 7, and a group of fellow humans, ganged on the last. Still battering, it's clearly broken, and bent dead body.
"At least. They had the common sense to gang up on it"
Unfortunately, the volume of dead corpses, clearly human, from the pale skin. Showed, that although the battle was won. It was not won, without sacrifice, or in their case, stupidity.