The Monster's Requiem - Part 10

'Just one swing,' he found himself thinking. 'Just one long slash along that black flesh of this monstrous creature, and then this battle will change'. It was a short and simple goal, and it drove him forward.

The Black Goblin Captain did not bother to take a step back, even as the Earl continued to close the distance. It almost welcomed him in, its eyes still full of the same mockery that it had worn before. It hardly seemed to view him as foe worthy of his respect.

The Earl found himself close now. Dwire was calling out his commands behind him, hacking down Hobgoblin after Hobgoblin with his men around him. They were making progress. Slowly, the corrupt roots of evil were being dragged out of the earth, and with another ten paces of his horse's slender legs, Earl Maddon thought himself to be in range of taking a proper swing of his own.