Chapter 85 - Spike and Val ( Luke Perspective)
What a familiar feeling.
My small stone knife with just the edges sharpened against other rocks slicing, cutting and stabbing into flesh. Green blood splattered everywhere covering my arm, my body, my legs, the rocks, the dirt and even other goblins.
The constant screams, shrieks and yells fill my ears. My eyes dart around constantly taking in the new information, where is the closest goblin? Should I dodge backward and then attack? Maybe a stab here will be enough to kill it? Is Sylvia doing okay other there? How about Solar? Stellar?
I stab my knife into the eye of an attacking goblin puncturing through it and twisting it, destroying its brain before pulling my knife out. I take away the goblin knife held within its clutches and proceed onwards to the next enemy.
Stab.
Slice.
Cut.
Rinse and repeat.