The old man ran towards the hobgoblin while I dealt with the normal ones. My sword was lighter and sharper than what I was used to. And my body felt painless.
The swings were fast and swift. With every swing, I almost lost my balance and fell to my death. I wasn't used to this sword at all!
With an audible tick of his tongue, the old sliced of one of the arms of the hobgoblin. "Pay more attention to where yar standing ya moron!" His shout brought some senses back to me.
I took deep breaths and corrected my footwork for the lighter sword.
The ground was mushy and there was grass around. I had to take it all under consideration along with the weight of the sword and the weight of my armor. Why I hadn't done this beforehand was a mystery to me. The old man was right, I really was a moron.
