Too Late

"Impossible!!! Impossible!!!" Flustered, the goblin shaman took half a step backward. Even more, what scared him was that, even though the wooden staff had broken his barrier, it's still flying at him.   

Facing the wooden staff which was aimed at his heart. He had no choice but to lean his body to one side in haste. He couldn't even react before a strong force hit his left shoulder. His entire body was sent flying like a disconnected kite creating a blur in his flight. He screeched in pain as he saw his left arm flying in the air. The wooden staff was then buried deep on the ground along with his arm.

"I'll kill you!!! I'll kill you!!" The longer they fought, the more agitated he became. His eyes were blood red, and his face was full of ferocity. However, under the look of hatred in his eyes was a trace of... sorrow.