Low places

Tanith was a young woman who was well like by many.Her leather made no sound as she ran from building to building.She was on a hunt for goblins.There was saying that there was gold taken in the area and babies eaten,and Tanith was concerned for the gold.And the babies too,but mostly the babies.

She spotted a small green figure lurking in the dark corners of London,the moon casting a sliver of light on a single goblin.She ducked under the cover she had,walking on walls and ceilings when the need araise .Her sword disguised as a guitar case,she stalked the goblin gang through the cities allies.

When they made it to a dark alley where no one would see them,she dived,triple backflipping onto the ground.

"Ah!Who are you?"the goblin with a gold chain asked,a gold dagger in hand.

"The death of you,"Tanith low replied,taking her katana out of her disguises scabbard.

"You're too pretty to kill anyone,"The goblin chuckled,getting a few laughed from his or her friends.

"Well,come and have a go if you think your hard enough,"she said,katana in her left hand,her right hand on her waist.

They thought they were hard enough.Key word,thought.