There was only one word for the situation he was in, pandemonium. There were goblins all around him shouting and hollering. Some of them were even still drinking. Then there was the war chief across from him. He was starring daggers into him. "How did I get myself into this," Robert thought.
After one of the goblins threw his bottle at Robert he finally snapped out of his daze.
"Alright I need to think if I want to get out of this alive. There is probably a 50-50 chance I can beat the war chief. The real problem is the goblins around me.
The single second the war chief dies they will definitely swarm me and kill me. There is no way I can take on this many goblins at once. My best chance is to kill the war chief then get through the goblins behind me so I am back in the tunnel. There only 3 goblins will be able to attack me at once. I could then slowly dwindle down the goblins 3 at a time."
Robert could finally calm down with a plan to survival. By now though the war chief was getting angry seeing Robert not move even an inch. So the war chief decided to attack first.
The war chief let out a war cry as he sprinted forward raising the club above his head. When he was within range of Robert he swung it down with all his strength. Robert dodged to the right. The club hit the floor breaking into the stone. Robert attempted a counterattack with a stab. The war chief jumped back dodging the stab.
The goblins were now going crazy over the fight finally going down. Some of them even began to fight each other in their chaotic partying.
After the first exchange the war chief realized how skilled Robert was. He knew he needed to be careful.
Robert was trying to think up some plan to win. Although everything he thought up just tuned into a gamble, and Robert did not like the chances.
This time instead of sprinting in, the war chief slowly inched himself closer and closer. He was going to use the length of his club to out reach Robert. As soon as Robert understood what he was doing he ran in taking the initiative before the war chief could get an advantage.
The war chief responded with a horizontal swing. Robert ducked underneath the club then went in with a stab to his chest. The blade went in about 3 inches. His chest was like tight leather. Before Robert could pull his blade out the war chief grabbed it with his hand.
Blood began to trickle from his hand, but it held onto the blade like a vise. "Oh shit," were the only words Robert could say before the club struck him upside the head.
As the club hit Robert the war chief lost his grip and released the sword. Robert stumbled back about 6 feet away. The whole world was spinning for him. He could feel his mind slowly slipping away. Before it overtook him he bit down on his tongue. The pain brought him back to reality.
The war chief was panting and coughing out blood. The pain was slowly getting to him.
When the blade went in it punctured the top of his right lung. He could feel that a bit of blood got into it.
The war chief figured he was slightly better off then Robert. He was still dazed and wobbly.
The war chief pressed his advantage by stepping forward and swinging his club against Robert's side. Robert was too dazed to react before it was too late. Robert was thrown to the side with his left arm taking the brunt of it.
His arm was now very broken. It dangled by his side and hurt like hell. He was now only dragging the claymore with his right arm.
The goblins were going the craziest yet. They kept shouting "KARK BRIM, KARK BRIM, KARK BRIM." Robert was pretty sure it just meant kill him.
Even with the cheering the war chief did not move a muscle. Only the war chief realized how hurt he was. After the last swing he opened up the wound allowing more blood in. Now he could barely stand. The only thing he could do was stare at Robert hoping for him to collapse dead.
Robert's mind was racing. The pain was overwhelming and his mind was still dazed. Now terror overwhelmed him.
He was becoming frantic. There was only one thought repeating over and over again in his head "I DO NOT WANT TO DIE."
He cocked his head back at the entrance. There currently 6 goblins were cheering.
As fear of death overwhelmed him he felt a surge of strength in his body. It was the same as his first fight with goblins when he was stabbed.
Using this new strength he pounced from the ground. He sprinted to the exit in a craze. To the goblins he looked terrifying. Like a dead man coming to slaughter them. They all froze in fear. With his one arm he swung his claymore decapitating all six of them.
Before the body's could even touch the ground he pushed past them. He ran, finally escaped that nightmare.