It was a two-story jump. But that would have been the case if I'd jumped straight to the middle but sadly I'd jumped right in the middle of the hobgoblins: it was more like I fell there but oh well. Yay, more fun for me. I wasn't excited for this in the least though.
But as the hobs attacked, one thing became obvious: my speed. I was at least twice or perhaps even three times faster now. And with the extra arm, I could use my knife. So killing the slowly moving hobs wasn't a problem. But I couldn't waste my time with these while the little girl was still being pinned to the ground.
But strangely I felt accustomed to this speed. I didn't know why but something didn't feel right about this power. Something felt… off.
I run for the center stage while clearing up a path. My descent was fast and swift. The hobs and the mages were too shaken up to know what was happening. So cutting them and clearing a path was a lot easy. At last easier than I thought.
