It was a massacre.
Liam's swords were glimmering with a sadistic thrill.
Air, then skin, blood, flesh, organ, flesh, blood, skin, then air again. In and out. In an instant.
That was the pattern that Liam's swords followed.
Using Transfiguration, Liam made his body as light as possible.
Against weaker goblins, a simple swing was sufficient.
Liam preferred speed over brute strength.
And although he could just jump over everyone and avoid 'carving a path', Liam had another goal in mind.
SHING! SHING! SHING!
As green limbs and bloody organs flew overhead, some of it landed on Liam's bare body.
His wrappings were in his ring, since he stored it a moment prior.
As they made contact with his skin, they didn't bounce off.
They were absorbed!
Liam was using Admit.
Each piece of flesh that entered his body was stored in a separate reserve.