When I finally grew aware of my surrounding, my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. I felt the wind being pushed in my direction more violently by the second, while a large presence stood to my side releasing the intent to kill.
However, in the same second my eyes grew cold enough to turn a desert into an arctic wasteland. Every bit of my body radiated killing intent many times stronger than the hobgoblin that had attacked me while I was thinking.
'I really shouldn't stop to a thing whenever I'm in the middle of a fight.' I thought while ducking down and completely evading the bat that was aiming to smash my head like a watermelon.
The moment I had released my killing intent, the hobgoblin froze in fear, unable to move a single muscle and therefore halting the attack prematurely. Its eyes looked at me in terror while cold sweat drenched its back as if knowing that this moment would be its last.
