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Meanwhile in Babel tower.....
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[Babel Tower, ???? Floor]
Blood and gemstones. That was all that stained the ground, and in the midst of all that....the sound of fighting could be heard, metal striking metal, sparks flying, bones breaking and blood being sprayed....
The cause of all this? Was the lone human who was fighting against the children born of the tower.
Armed with a club in his right arm and a smile on his face.
[FINN POV]
Lunging forward he intercepts an incoming attack from one of the wolf like creatures, clenching the jaw of the beast shut.
*CRUNCH*
And finishes it off with a single swing of the club.
Not giving him any chance to catch his breath, a goblin jumps at him with a rusted dagger in hand with the intent of landing a fatal blow.
With a kick Finn sends the goblin crashing into the cave wall and uses the goblins weapon against him to finish him off.
Now armed with a dagger he now begins his mad dash.
Each strike carried out with deadly precision and lethality with the sole intent of killing his enemies.
He didn't have the time to hesitate in his attacks. He and his enemies that fell before Him knew the truth.
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Kill or be killed was the most fundamental law every creature knew.
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He had already resolved himself to do what needs to be done. He world deal with his morality later, he had only one thing in his mind right now: SURVIVAL.
And with a swing of his club, the goblin to his right met its end leaving behind a headless corpse.
Stab, weave, duck, smash
he attacked with everything he had.
His movement became a blur, to the monsters they could only watch as a whirlwind of attacks approached them in their final moments.
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Corpse after corpse left in his wake.....
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Later all that remained were three minotaurs, and one boy.
The minotaurs armed with light armour and loin cloths around their privates, hostility in their gaze but cautious of the being before them that had slaughtered their fallen brother and sisters.
They steadied their axes ready to strike down the foe before them.
Meanwhile the boy with his stained bear hat and blue short shorts stared at the beast with hyper focus, discarding his club that was damaged beyond repair.
An unspoken alliance has already been formed between the three minotaurs, they approached with weapons in hand.
With a grin on his face he ventured forth to continue his dance.