A heavy thud resounded as 2 bodies fell heavy onto a familiar floor, the dungeon welcomed them with open arms as their bodies bounced off the floor.
Moros let go of his spear as the impact forced him to take a few, deep breaths to regain consciousness.
As he regained a clear head, the monster had already shot forward, aiming to take the spear─the only weapon in the room.
Moros did not think and simply pushed himself off the ground. There was no break, no consideration…with all the speed he could muster, his body shot forward to the goblin thing.
Before it's green hands closed around the weapon, its entire being had already been tightly grasped by Moros and slammed into the nearest moss covered wall. A crack appeared on the stone…spreading further through the surrounding pieces of the wall..
Moros did not care about the doors, the north and west written atop of them; he did not give a damn about traps or paintings on the ceiling. All that was on his mind was finding a way to get rid of this monster, before it killed him.
Nothing in this world could truly not die, there was a limit to everything.
Grabbing its hair, Moros took its head under control, pulled it back, bashing it into the wall.
Stone and skull cracked as Moros did not stop to continue this kind of attack. The skull healed and broke again, without any pause…Moros was ramming its head into the stone.
All his muscles tensed, pushing in as much strength as his body could muster.
Yet, the goblin bit Moros' arm, digging its teeth as deep as it could into the flesh of its enemy. Without even flinching, Moros threw a punch to the bone that held its jaw in place.
Another crack, its jaw losing any strength as the bone structure supporting it had been obliterated.
Yet, Moros grabbed its head again and threw it into the wall, not caring about the teeth still stuck in his skin.
"DIE, DIE, DIE!" escaped his throat with each strike that crashed its head into the wall. Cracks were spreading like the web of a spider as the wall had to endure the constant barrage of attacks that would have killed a normal goblin 10 times over.
Yet, the goblin kept on regenerating any injury disappeared in the blink of an eye.
This, however, did not stop Moros, who just resumed to throw its skull into the wall till either its head would fully break or the wall itself. Currently the head was winning as the wall seemed to be struggling.
However, it got harder and harder to slam as he did before. Slowly, but surely it adapted, its head got harder, it cushioned the blow with its arms…one more time, putting all his weight into it.
The wall shook heavily the web of cracks spreading further, BORIS slid down face first, drawing a trail of green blood atop its surface.
Moros took 3 steps back, sprinting forward a split second later.
Not having had the time to regenerate, the goblin could only watch as Moros jumped into the air, drop kicking its face into the wall, through the wall, into another room that had been hidden by the walls.
It was a room, in its midst a gigantic throne, a chalice…it was the last room of the picture on the ceiling. Goblin skeletons lay around everywhere─all of them praying.
Kids, adults, grandparents, everyone and everything dead.
Not that Moros did think about the occasion. His legs went into the air, and he jumped up, landing straight on his face, after landing on the floor due to the drop kick.
His legs were sprinting yet again, this time a soccer kick directly to the head of the goblin, which was currently trying to stand up.
The head bounced yet again, by the sheer impact left behind in Moros' anger.
Ripping of the skull of a random, praying goblin, he jumped to its next position and hammered it downwards over and over again. After the tenth attempt, the skull in Moros' arms had disintegrated.
The thing on the other hand, had not been bothered by the wave of attacks in the slightest; it was still going strong and still smiling at Moros despite all of his attacks.
Grabbing it by the throat, Moros took its body and threw it to the throne in the middle of the room. It was a stone made of body parts, goblin body parts.
It flew through the air, landing directly onto the throne causing it to break.
Yet, Moros did not stop there. He ran towards it, grabbing it by the throat, pulling the head downwards, till it was on the edge of the bone construct.
Then, he kicked…kick after kick hit its head. The skull bounced back as the attacks mercilessly hit its neck…the last one, decapitating it, causing BORIS' head to roll on the throne.
IT…WAS…DEAD.
Yet, a violet barrier surrounded the head, pushing Moros 50 metres back as he was flung into the far wall.
In the barrier, the goblin head was levitating in a weird stasis, energy was flowing inside its body causing it to pulsate in a strange rhythm. It was growing, its weird body was fixed, its muscles were becoming more powerful.
Moros did not hesitate and threw everything he had at this barrier. Regardless of what was in there, he should not let it come out in one piece.
He felt it, this thing was dangerous. Every fibre of his being recoiled in fear, just seeing it.
One eye was always open, always staring at Moros as a new perfect vessel was created for it.
However, the green energy in the inside swirled around, rendering any attack of his fruitless. Regardless of how hard he punched, no tremor could be felt on the inside of it.
Some of it passed through the barrier drowning the place, in a creepy fog, seeping into the pile of bones that lay around.
These bodies, they stood up. Their bones creaked, malevolent energy keeping them together, forcing them to attack the intruder that wanted to prevent their champion from becoming, who it was always destined to be.
The skeletons threw themselves forward, trying to buy time for the transformation of their chosen hero.
Moros, not wanting to deal with the newcomers, punched and threw kicks at whoever drew too close, destroying everything that came in his path.
Heads, arms, legs, ribs everything flew somewhere as Moros just left behind a patch of destruction in his wake.
Yet, it did not suffice.
The skeletons were just too many and for each destroyed another precious second had been bought by its sacrifice for the greater cause. Bone fragments shot around, splintering into tiny countless pieces.
Every destroyed walking pile of bones strengthened BORIS, as their soul fragments returned to the saviour of their hopes and dreams.
Moros would have liked to have a word about that thing being a saviour or holding any other fancy title. Of course, he would prefer to have it dead long before that.
His eyes peered throughout the secret place and all he saw were the dead, coming to life again. He punched, kicked, smashed, destroyed and obliterated, but the end was still nowhere to be seen.
Just more skeletons appeared in front of his face, begging for the release of sweet undeath.
Their names, their faces, the stories all forgotten in the sands of time. What remained were merely bones. Their suffering, their tears, their pain, nothing of these feelings was left in the husk that had been reanimated by the strange violet mist hovering in the air.
Moros wondered about their identities. Were these truly the goblins shown in the mural atop the ceiling? Or was his mind playing tricks on him? He would certainly not get any answers from these people─they were not exactly the talkative kind.
The search for answers remained without any results, the only outcome Moros really cared about was getting to the barrier. Getting swarmed by skeletons was just one hurdle that stood in his way.
To him it did not matter if he did good by freeing their souls or condemned their souls to eternal suffering.
Moros did not want a seemingly immortal thing in the skin of a goblin to turn into a goblin supermodel. He preferred the monster to be uglier, that gave it the extra motivation to punch much harder.
It is hard to punch beautiful people or monsters in general. Which is why Moros loved Ballas and goblins to such an extent.
Being ugly was just in their genes.
Time passed by slowly as the throne room turned into a real graveyard again. All that was alive once more, was now everything but that.
All the souls of them gathered in the barrier, causing it to shimmer in the sinister violet.. The light grew more intense after the last skeleton had stopped trying to annoy Moros.
The light blinded, the light filled the entire room in its shimmering. The barrier flickered again…the barrier grew weaker.
It was too late, nothing could stop its transformation. A wave of danger shot throughout the room as more and more of its aura filled the room with its terror.
The walls, the ground, everything shook as its body was nearing perfection. The Goblin champion had been born.
The barrier, it fell…