They continue to battle.
As the battle wore on, every swing of Korig and Ezra's weary limbs was countered by the Goblin Chief's relentless assault.
It seemed to draw strength from the conflict itself, the fervor of battle fueling its monstrous power.
"You fools," the Goblin Chief taunted, grinning through the bloodied mess of its face.
"You think you can defeat me? Pathetic."
Korig, barely able to lift his arms, gasped for breath.
"We won't... give up."
Ezra, similarly fatigued, forced a defiant grin.
"We've faced worse odds before."
But the Goblin Chief pressed forward, its blows unyielding, each punch heavier than the last.
Their muscles screamed in protest as they tried to fend off the inevitable.
In a sudden, overwhelming surge, the Goblin Chief overpowered them.
Their defenses crumbled, and they found themselves on the brink of defeat.
