The loss of her colleague caused the group of goblins to hate the human before them. Seeing one of them with its throat slit and head caved in through sheer force drove them to absolute madness.
The 9 goblins ran all forward, every single one of them hellbent on killing the bastard before them.
Moros could not wait, his legs burning, but they still pushed him to his left where the next goblin waited.
His knife was lifted, its shield positioned to block. Moros' leg dipped low, knee placed on the ground, the shield was used to forcefully push the goblin guard away. Its balance broken, the knife inserted into its eye.
A pained scream followed, another volley of arrows, 2 hit their mark again. Another arrow landed on the wounded goblin's right arm, causing it to dangle at its side.
Not missing the chance, Moros grabbed its arm and violently swung the body around hitting another goblin that came closer from the side. Both were pushed away further as their bodies collided.
Yet, from behind another goblin came, inserting a knife into the back.
Moros' face twisted in pain, as he pushed on forward. This time it was the goblin which had its arm broken.
It had forsaken its shield and ran in with its knife. Giving up on dodging, it sprinted forward and embedded the knife deeply into the chest of Moros. With a bloodied grin, it accepted Moros' punch to the throat, which broke its windpipe.
Its body fell helplessly to the floor, robbed of air, choking on its own blood.
An arrow pierced his abdomen, made possible by the sacrifice of one of their own. Moros pushed on yet again, his lungs burning and adrenaline flowing.
Targeted was the archer, another goblin jumped in front, an attempt to shield the archer... Moros pushed his right leg forward, an attack launched at its midsection, the shield blocked, but its guard was pried open due to the force.
Moros, fell forward, onto the goblin… driven by instinct, Moros hunched over and ripped its throat open with his teeth. The meat it ripped away, the price he paid was another knife placed in his stomach.
Vision grew blurry. His heart pumped blood around his tired body. He needed more of it, he needed to finish this battle.
The archer, infuriated by the sacrifice, threw away the bow and ran at Moros to end his life.
Yet, an arm around his throat intercepted its attempt. It tried to free itself, by stabbing the extended left arm, yet the arm did not let go. The other arm raised the shield, the last thing it would see.
Its skull bashed once, twice, thrice.
Lifelessly it fell to the floor.
[Archer-Goblin killed +2 XP]
2 down 8 to go.
Heavy breaths were taken, the body became shaky. In front of tired eyes, a blurry outline, another goblin.
The shape of a knife is dodged by a step to the side, an elbow thrust into its chest cavity causing the silhouette to reel backwards. A kick connected to the inside of the knee; it broke, the figure crumbled.
Its weapon was taken, blindly thrust forward, and its target, by sheer luck, was the heart. Small green hands tried to stop its demise. Skin is pierced, goblin screamed in pain…in anger a kick was placed on its handle, tearing apart the heart itself.
[Armor-Goblin killed +2 XP]
7 more to go.
A wet breath on his neck, a shallow cut to his torso. A vague appearance amidst bloodshot eyes, the goblin using only one arm.
An arc from above the knife struck the back, drawing blood yet again. Moros' body gave in, he fell forward. To his knees, the body grew weaker. Yet, his arms shot out and grabbed the limp goblin in the midst of its body.
Worn-out, exhausted legs pushed up, the goblin lifted. It stabbed into Moros' back again and again. He did not feel, he simply squeezed…harder and harder. A rib cage croaked, a rib cage broke, bones pierced the lungs.
He squeezed more, it coughed blood in his face…he smiled, it didn't.
[Armor-Goblin killed +2 XP]
6 were left.
Moros lost sight of things completely, in front of his eyes darkness, everything went black.
4 goblins had carried the 2 wounded, while the other 2 distracted.
Now, 2 have died.
Potions were trickled into the incapacitated, their grave wounds healing slowly. 2 more goblins needed to buy time.
One from behind, a rope was used, flung around the neck of the human covered in wounds. The other ran from the front knife in hand, waiting to stab.
Moros coughed heavily, no breath he could take. Violently thrashing around he blindly hit in all directions, making contact in the front.
One hand grabbing the rope around his neck, he fell backwards, using gravity, plus his body weight to change the balance of the goblin trying to suffocate him.
A short tremor entered its ears, its balance was lost. For a second, the tension of the rope grew loose. Moros pulled on the rope, dragging the goblin close.
He felt sick, nauseous, but he placed the rope around the neck of the goblin.
Pulling the rope, its head was pulled up. Moros' head, instead, smashed down. A sickening crunch was born as bone met bone. The rope was lifted, the head smashed downwards again. The sound continued.
Its nose was shoved up, the brain the target. Broken bones ended the squishy pink, and it spat out sick green one last time.
[Armor-Goblin killed +2 XP]
5
The goblin from before came, it threw its knife towards Moros, the blade collided with another handle and bounced off. Yet, it still jumped forward and bit into Moros' shoulder blade.
A terrible heat flushed his face, as his consciousness returned from the brink.
Rotating his body, Moros pushed his body to the floor, ramming the goblin corpse into the ground. In pain it let go, some teeth remained in the bruised flesh.
Moros followed the whimpering, and let his hands grab the the top and the bottom of its mouth.
Under a scream of pure adrenaline, he pushed and pulled into 2 directions…the mouth, the jaw were ripped in two. The upper head hanging on to a small bit of flesh, making contact with the back of its neck.
A fountain of green blood shot out, but there was no potion that would be able to heal this kind of injury.
[Archer-Goblin killed +2 XP]
4
The remaining goblins all fell silent. Seeing the human before them walking unsteadily towards them, they saw their death approaching ever…so…slowly.
Any courage they held before had evaporated as more and more of their kin were murdered in cold blood. The sheer brutality caused them to shudder in fear.
Moros saw nothing, felt nothing, tasted nothing, heard nothing, he just moved forward in the direction he believed to be right.
One goblin saw death in the face, driven by madness it attacked again. Its hand, shaky, the knife missed by a hair's breadth. Human hands grabbed its head and rotated it 720 degrees.
Neck broken, eyes empty, body fell forward…another one had bitten the dust.
[Archer-Goblin killed +2 XP]
3
The third to last shot arrows without end, all lodging in the front. Yet, Moros did not stop, driven by sheer instinct he moved forward, till stopping before the trembling goblin. In fear it dropped all its weapons and closed its eyes, awaiting death.
Moros walked up and grabbed the bow.
Without any pause, he walked past the praying goblin. The string of the bow was placed around its thin neck and the bow drawn backwards. The string drew red on its throat, then more force was used.
Off fell its head, eyes open wide. Its expression one of fear, forever etched into its dead eyes, as they stared at Moros asking for a "why"?
[Archer-Goblin killed +2 XP]
2
None of the other two goblins dared move a muscle, they had come to accept their fate. Death had come to claim their life, they only hoped it would do so quickly. They wanted to run away still, but their legs did not work.
Moros grabbed 2 knives, placing them on the abdomen of a goblin, with a grande movement he split its stomach in too.
Guts and Innards spilt out and fell on the floor, the goblin staring in shock as the life left its body at speeds its brain could never comprehend. In but a few mere moments, it lost consciousness and would never wake up again.
Its head falling into the soft resting place of its removed organs.
[Archer-Goblin killed +2 XP]
Moros gave a short bow, before turning around to see to the end of the last goblin. Standing in front of the last of the 10, he waited for the creature to speak its final prayer.
The goblin nodded after it had said everything it wanted to.
Moros slowly grabbed a rope and placed it around its neck with a tie. Moving to the nearest tree, he flung the rope over a thick branch. One last time, Moros nodded and then pulled the Goblin up by the throat…
It struggled for air, but Moros simply watched in silence as the head turned purple and the movement ceased.
Death, the final one drew close. 10 goblins had come and 10 were sent away.
[Archer-Goblin killed +2 XP]
It hurt Moros to do as he did, but they do not hurt anymore.
His life was a lonely one.