A Goblin

[Episode 15]

Springing forward towards the goblin, with only a rock axe head in hand, I activate the skill.

"Coward Trotter initiate!"

As soon as I use the skill, a force violently propels me like a rapidly shot bullet.

The goblin, in shock, attempts to toss another branch but miserably fails.

Now that I'm much faster than before, the arrows cannot keep up with my speed and feel slower.

The goblin throws another stick in vain and I use my hand to dash it swiftly out of the way.

Grabbing it by the neck and pushing it down onto the ground, I lift my hand-held axe head and violently pound its face, indicating no signs of halting.

I continuously slam and stab it as though I'm possessed until all that's left is a sticky and red substance dripping from the rock and its green face.

Standing up after a while, I notice my bloodied clothes and hands.

I smear the blood on my hands onto my white t-shirt to try and clean it but end up smudging it more onto my palms.

It's the first time I've killed something intentionally, yet I don't feel a thing. I wonder if I'm weird for feeling emotionless right now.

The pungent smell of blood is lingering in the air. Its nauseating smell crawls up to my throat and nostrils causing me to try blocking the smell with my elbow-length sleeve.

A subtle screech, fainter and less terrifying than before, is wailed by the goblin.

It grabs my foot in an attempt to pull itself up only to be brutally kicked. What, It's still alive? It seems I need to crush it a little more.

"Ehehehe... EHAHAAHAHAAHA! YES HAHA, YES! MORE, MORE!"

I begin laughing hysterically as I continue to smash the rock against its skull. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that I'm taking all my anger and frustration out at this now liquidised leafy creature.

*Gawkle?*

Crap. It seems I was too immersed in crushing it. I've only just realised that I've been surrounded by multiple goblins.

My 'Coward Trotter' skill, still activated, alerts me of the danger.

I jump back with haste and sticks instantly pierce the ground where I was previously standing, encircling the silenced goblin like prison bars.

Other than my ability to dash in any direction with this skill, It looks like I'm also alerted when there's a chance that I'll be fatally injured, probably to help me decide whether to bail or not.

Approximately five goblins step out of the trees with their eyes crimson red in anger at losing their fellow goblin friend. They must've come here after smelling the blood of their comrade.

"The heck?! Just killing one was tiring enough but now there's more?"

Branches snap as footsteps start to approach me from behind. I'm a lot more confined than I thought.

There's nowhere to run this time. I have no choice but to just give up and accept this harsh fate.

"Hey there! Move out of the way!" A sweet yet rough sounding voice signals for me to move.

Along with the harsh warning, the mysterious person jumps into the sky and begins to chant a skill from a sturdy and firm looking tree branch positioned behind my current spot.

"Snow Gun initiate!"

Snowballs the size of a small child slip past me and brutally smash the goblins.

The snow spreads alarmingly as they struggle to remove the remaining pieces and at an incredible speed, they freeze into ice sculptures.

I turn to the source of the snowballs once again and notice that the person who saved me with such amazing abilities is a short and pale, brunette girl carrying a fancy sabre.

After completing her act of charity towards me, she gallantly rests on the tree while staring at me intensely. I look away from her trying to avoid eye contact.

Somehow, she looks quite familiar. That's right! She's the attractive girl with the overpowered 'A-rank' skills. But what is she doing over here and just how did she learn how to control her skills perfectly in less than forty minutes of being here?

Standing upright, she leaps towards me and smiles brightly as if she's decided what to do with me. I wonder what she's thinking.