The sudden blast of the horn reverberated through the camp, and moments later, a massive orc came crashing through the wooden walls. Towering over everything, its hulking figure radiated brute strength, and its deep growl sent shivers through the air.
Tony smirked and cracked his knuckles. "Yo, Eleo, this one's all yours. I'll handle the rest of these goblins." Without waiting for a reply, Tony launched himself into the fray, dashing toward a group of thirty goblins, his movements a blur of precision and power.
Eleo leaped down from the tower, landing with a confident grin. He dusted off his hands casually as he looked up at the orc, his cheerful demeanor undeterred. "Thanks, Tony!" he called out.
From a distance, Lilith cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted, "Kick his ass, Eleo!"
Eleo turned to her, giving a cheerful thumbs-up. "Oh, I will!" he assured her with a wide grin before refocusing on the massive orc. He tilted his head slightly, inspecting the creature. "You look like an easy challenge, little boy."
The orc growled in response, its deep voice rumbling, "Thank you."
Eleo blinked, processing the words for a second. "Wait a minute… that wasn't a compliment!"
Before the orc could react, Eleo teleported into the air, his fists glowing with dark ink energy. "INK DOUBLE HAMMER!" he roared, slamming both of his ink-formed hammers down onto the orc's head. The impact echoed through the camp, shaking the ground beneath them.
Eleo stumbled back, shaking his arms, which now felt tingly and heavy. "Wow, my arms feel weird. Is that normal?" he asked no one in particular.
Meanwhile, across the battlefield, Tony moved like a whirlwind. He flowed effortlessly between the goblins, parrying their clumsy strikes with swift, calculated counters. Each movement was precise, and each attack carried devastating force.
He stepped in close to one goblin, trapping its arm and striking its ribs with rapid, powerful blows. A spin kick sent another crashing into a group, and a flurry of punches dismantled their defenses. Tony's mastery of hand-to-hand combat was on full display, his dominance leaving the goblins scrambling in vain.
Despite their numbers, the goblins were no match for Tony's skill. He dashed forward, delivering a series of lightning-fast strikes, leaving the remaining goblins collapsing in heaps as he smirked, satisfied with his work. The battlefield erupted into chaos as Tony continued his relentless assault on the goblins. He moved with a deadly grace, every motion calculated and precise.
A goblin lunged at him with a jagged blade, but Tony sidestepped effortlessly, grabbing the goblin's wrist mid-swing. With a sharp twist, he disarmed it, followed by a devastating elbow strike that sent it crumpling to the ground.
Two more goblins charged from opposite sides, weapons raised. Tony ducked low, sweeping his leg out in a wide arc and knocking both of them off balance. Before they could recover, he stepped in with a series of rapid, bone-crushing strikes to their torsos, leaving them gasping for air.
Another group of goblins attempted to surround him, their snarling faces betraying their desperation. Tony smirked, adjusting his stance slightly. "Oh, you lot never learn, do you?"
One goblin swung a club, aiming for his ribs, but Tony caught it mid-swing, yanking the goblin forward into a powerful knee strike. Using the momentum, he spun and delivered a backfist to another goblin, the force sending it tumbling into the others.
"Alright, let's pick up the pace," Tony muttered.
He dashed forward, closing the distance between him and the remaining goblins in an instant. His fists became a blur as he unleashed a barrage of punches, each strike landing with pinpoint accuracy. Goblins were sent flying in every direction, crashing into walls, barrels, and each other.
A particularly brave goblin wielding a spear charged at him, jabbing wildly. Tony sidestepped each thrust with ease, his movements fluid and unhurried. As the goblin overextended, Tony stepped in close, trapping the spear under his arm. With a flick of his wrist, he snapped the weapon in two and followed up with a brutal uppercut that sent the goblin airborne.
The remaining goblins hesitated, fear flashing in their beady eyes. Tony adjusted his cape, brushing off imaginary dust from his shoulder. "Who's next?" he asked, his voice dripping with confidence.
The goblins, realizing their folly, began to retreat, scrambling over one another in a desperate bid to escape. Tony let them go, cracking his knuckles and surveying the battlefield with a satisfied smirk. "Pathetic."
He turned to check on Eleo, who was still facing off against the massive orc. "Oi, kid, don't let that big guy give you too much trouble!" Tony called out before walking calmly through the now-empty goblin camp, the dust settling around him.
As the dust settled, an earth-shaking BOOM erupted, sending splinters of wood and debris flying in every direction. A massive section of the wall exploded inward, and through the smoke marched an overwhelming wave of goblins, each more fearsome than the last.
The new arrivals weren't just your average, disorganized goblins. They were armed to the teeth and brimming with confidence.
Goblin bombers hurled makeshift explosives, the sizzling sounds filling the air before detonating into fiery bursts. Shield-bearing goblins formed tight defensive lines, advancing in unison like a trained phalanx. Archers with crude yet effective bows climbed to elevated positions, raining arrows down with unnerving precision.
A pair of whip-wielding goblins cracked their weapons menacingly, the sharp snap of leather echoing through the battlefield. Others wielded throwing stars, knives, and spears, their weapons glinting dangerously in the sunlight. The kung fu goblins moved with an eerie grace, their stances low and their movements fluid, while the berserker goblins roared in unrestrained fury, their eyes wild and bloodshot as they charged recklessly.
Tony cracked his neck, his bones creaking ominously. "Well, this just got interesting," he muttered, his grin widening.
He lunged forward, meeting the wave head-on. A goblin bomber lit a fuse and tossed a bomb directly at him. Tony snatched it mid-air and hurled it back, the explosion taking out several goblins in the process.
The kung fu goblins swarmed him, their fists and kicks flying in a flurry of coordinated attacks. Tony parried their strikes effortlessly, weaving through their attacks with masterful precision. One goblin attempted a spinning kick, but Tony caught its leg, spun it around, and used it as a battering ram to knock out two more attackers.
A whip snapped toward him, aiming to entangle his arm. Tony grabbed the whip mid-crack, yanking its wielder forward and slamming them into the ground with a resounding thud. "Next!" he called out, his tone almost taunting.
An arrow zipped past his skull, narrowly missing. Tony turned toward the archers, who were already drawing their next shots. He grabbed a fallen shield from the ground and hurled it like a frisbee. It spun through the air, knocking the archers off their perches one by one.
Meanwhile, the berserkers charged in, their sheer size and ferocity a stark contrast to the smaller goblins. One swung a massive spiked club at Tony, but he ducked under it and countered with a devastating series of body blows, each punch driving the berserker back until it collapsed under its own weight.
"Come on, is that all you've got?!" Tony roared, his voice carrying across the battlefield.
The goblins hesitated for a moment, their morale visibly shaken. But another wave surged forward, their combined forces pressing him harder. Tony, unyielding, planted his feet and prepared for the next onslaught.