Moros looked at his enemy with great confidence, and a smile on his face. He might not know anything about a spear other than its tip being sharp and that being the point he would wanna hit the goblin thingy with.
How to hold it, how to attack with it, or how to effectively use it was not something he was aware of. He would just try stuff and see what works and what wouldn't work.
Luckily for him, the ugly creature before him knew exactly as much as he did about it.
Its enthusiasm was definitely not hurt as it ran towards Moros, thrusting its spine spear forward, aiming for Moros' stomach.
It looked faster than any attacks prior, but one could easily notice that it had no idea what it was doing. In the end this attack could end deadly─if the opponent had no eyes or legs.
Moros did take a step to the side, watching in amazement as the spear hit nothing but air.
It was Moros' turn to show the goblin how a true professional does it. Grabbing the spear with his right hand in the front and his left in the back, he took a step forward and shot the weapon forward towards its stomach…
It missed, the goblin watching in amazement at how bad they both were with a weapon.
But, that was where it was wrong, Moros never expected to hit it with that. His secret strategy was switching his grip yet again, placing the left hand forward and using the blunt grip end as a baseball bat to cave its head in.
A swing, and a hit. Moros hit a home run, caving in an unsuspecting ugly face in the process.
The spear truly was a versatile weapon in the eyes of Moros. He would not have expected such a tactic to work here. Seeing the airborne student of his, he could not wait about how it would respond to his totally genius attack.
The body bounced a few times before the goblin shot up again, running forward with its weapon in hand.
The spear in its hands became a stick to bash someone to death with instead of stabbing. How resourceful, its small legs shot forward and a surprise attack was launched.
The bone weapon became a…projectile that hit the surprised Moros straight in his face. With a satisfied grin, the entity in goblin skin had tied the score for unique weapon strategies for the spear.
In return, its head had been bludgeoned again by an infuriated Moros, but that was a sacrifice it would gladly make.
It had grabbed its weapon again and waited for the next exchange between the two of them.
Not to be outdone by its crafty attack. Moros launched yet another attack, his legs carrying his body forward. With a swift motion his weapon was thrown into the air, travelling towards his enemy at a moderate speed.
The goblin was confused, it did not see the use in that strategy.
How should he ever hurt the goblin with the weapon if he just threw it into the air? Moros' idea was simple, it did not want to hurt the goblin with the weapon, it wanted to hurt it with the ground.
Using the short moment of lacking attention, Moros went low and aimed for a tackle.
Grabbing its torso, Moros pushed its body into the air, and then leaned into it, using all his bodyweight to drive its body straight into the ground, ribs cracking from the impact alone.
He transitioned it the ground and pound position, placing his upper body on top of its torso, ready to unleash hell.
Fists hailed down from the top and started to hammer down on its target. After 4 strikes, the thing managed to raise a block, barely blocking the attacks that caused its skeleton to rattle from the impact alone.
To open up the guard again, Moros struck viciously towards its sides. Body shots that hit home and led to the goblin dropping its guard again from pain alone.
Whenever it did so, another wave of attacks began to strike his face.
Body shots opened it up, punches hit the face whenever possible and the guard was made entirely useless.
The goblin was caught in a dilemma, Moros wondered how exactly it would get out of it?
The answer was kept simple, the thing bit Moros' thigh, causing him to jump up and return to a safe distance.
"How impressive, I did not think your teeth were that sharp!" Moros spoke loudly, complimenting the deep teeth imprint on his right upper thigh. It had been a wise choice to not risk any damage in that scenario.
Moros ran forward again, not wanting to let the goblin realise his true intention. With a quick jump, he launched himself in the air, the goblin using his spear to stab forward.
The man in debt had no intention of turning into dead man in debt and so he leaned forward, pushed the weapon to the side, before it could pierce him, a slight cut appeared on his arm, due to the sharpened bone spear.
Moros fell to the floor, quickly grabbing his weapon again and then rolled away from the creature that grew faster with its attacks yet again.
2 times, in rapid succession, its spear struck where he had been prior. Jumping into the air and coming this close to it had been a risky strategy─a way too risky one.
He would not pull such a stunt again, since he very much liked being alive.
Yet, the goblin did not give Moros much time to think. Its body sped up and attack after attack, thrust after thrust flew towards his body. Moros barely blocked the most dangerous ones and jumped back whenever he could.
Another strike came forward, Moros took a step towards it and hammered the speed into the bone handle. With a heavy sound these weapons clashed and both fighters felt the recoil in their bones.
First to recover was Moros, as he pulled its weapon towards him, causing the weird creature to stumble forward, nearly falling onto the ground.
Moros threw a heavy elbow in response at its chest, rupturing the lungs and breaking ribs yet again.
Blood was spat out of its mouth, as it watched Moros with evil eyes. It launched a strike at Moros' throat─just in time, did he throw his head forward, causing his head to collide with the fist.
Its fingers bent in an unnatural way and Moros had a headache. He had not expected a punch from this weird thing to hurt this much.
And yet, despite everything that he had broken, hurt, or injured it always was fine again afterwards…it really was one mean customer that did not know when to quit.
This time Moros began to attack, trying his best to copy the movements he had just seen the monster doing before him. Yet, the monster simply dodged those and threw attacks of its own.
A deadly battle of near-misses ensued as the tips of spears barely passed skin on both sides.
Whether it was due to lack of talent or ability, the strikes remained fierce and filled with the intent to seriously injure the other with each attempt.
BORIS pierced Moros' block, the bone tip dragging across his face, producing a long gash atop his left cheek.
The sweet smell of iron filled Moros' nose as his blood was flowing for the first time.
There was not much time to ponder on the significance of this event, more and more attacks came hurled at him.
Moros hated to admit it, but at this very moment, he did not think that he could win anymore with the spear.
Unless, of course, he would stop being nice.
Moros faked another stab to its abdomen, sinking his spear into the ash. With the flick of his wrist, a cloud of ash shot up, clouding both his and the body of his enemy in a thick veil of black.
BORIS jumped back, its goal was establishing its vision. Yet, a black spear, sizzling with blue electricity, came flying towards it. In its panic, it threw its back to the ground. The weapon was dodged, but it came at the price of the top layer of its skin being badly burned as the spear had cut away skin it came into contact with.
Another promise was broken, from high above came Moros figure, dropping his entier weight on the unsuspecting goblin .
Moros hand hastily reached towards its left arm and rolled to the side, to throw the goblin onto its stomach.
Repositioning, Moros made sure to jump up again, this time crashing into its back with all the strength he could muster.
He had to be quick, otherwise it would be all for nought and his only chance would be gone. His arm shot toward, the hand that carried the spear, twisting it around its back, causing it to strain and be fixated on top of its back.
Despite trying, it could not free itself from Moros' grip.
Not a second later, Moros had grabbed the lower arm and violently pushed it upwards, causing it to bend and brutally break.
Its bone spear, fell to the floor…Moros reached it, pulled it up and stabbed it through the broken hand, through its broken back, directly through the front of its body…inserting it deeply into the ground
With a kick to the top half of its spear, it too broke…the other part was grabbed and its other arm grabbed, destroyed, and hammered into the ground─until it could not move anymore.
Breathing heavily Moros looked at the monster, that now was desperately trying to heal to no avail.
And so, he did the most logical thing against an immortal enemy. Just stop fighting it and get away as far as possible.
Grabbing his spear he walked away into the distance, without even looking back. He had done his job here, it did not matter if the weird, ugly existence there wanted to continue the fight.
It cried and cursed him in goblin speak, but Moros could not hear it other the sounds of a good idea popping up.
"What would the scientist pay for an immortal Goblin?"
With money on his mind, he searched around again and wandered a bit into the distance. The net and the hole the women dug had to be here somewhere…
He searched and searched, but even without any green everything looked pretty much the same covered in ash.
And yet after minutes of relentless searching passed, he arrived at an all too familiar spot. It was the beginning of where his whole debt arc had begun.
It was the same cliff, he had jumped off of expecting death, instead finding the secret dungeon…fate sure had its tricks to play on Moros.
Looking down into the darkness Moros could have never guessed that there would be such a huge secret lurking in the depths of the cliff. Though, he would not prefer to see it up close any time soon. He did have enough action for a few days.
He heard a goblin cry.
He heard a goblin sprint.
He felt a goblin tackling.
He turned around and saw a certain goblin smiling, its hands crooked, with bones still stuck within…
Moros and BORIS fell into the familiar dark.