He didn't know whether the female goblin was pleading for him to be merciful and spare her life or whether she was praying to a god of hers, but he didn't care, either way, he was going to kill her.
With cold resolve, he raised his greatsword. In a swift, merciless motion, he brought it down across her neck, the blade slicing through with such speed and precision that her head was severed, tumbling away from her body. the sheer force and friction of the slash ensured her instant demise.
Confirming that the female goblin was no longer a threat, Leon turned away, his mind already shifting back to his broader mission. As he walked back towards the village, he mused over the poverty of the goblin hunters he had encountered. "the hunters are so poor, they don't have a single coin on them, not even this female goblin," he thought, lamenting the lack of valuable loot.
he sighed, half in frustration, half in jest, "When will I encounter a rich goblin?"
