Human Spirit VS The Monstrous Tide
Korig blocked a monstrous kick from the Goblin Chief, his body flew back and he fell on his back.
But as he met the ground, his hands wrapped around a cold object.
It was a blade.
...
The moon hung high, its pale light bathing the battleground as Korig and the Goblin Chief circled each other.
Their breaths were heavy, but their determination was fiercer.
The goblin's blue skin glinted in the moonlight, and its grin was a malevolent promise of violence.
Korig lunged, his blade singing through the air.
The Goblin Chief parried with its massive club, the impact reverberating through Korig's bones.
Their weapons clashed again and again, a symphony of clashes and grunts.
Korig moved with grace and precision, his strikes aimed at vulnerabilities in the goblin's defense.
"You're good for a human," the Goblin Chief sneered between parries, its grin widening as it landed a grazing hit on Korig's arm.