The Professor Ruthless

As I stood on the battlefield, surveying the chaos unfolding before me, I could feel the bile of frustration rising in my throat. The incompetence, the sheer idiocy of those around me, was enough to make me want to throttle someone. I scanned the horizon, the mass of goblins, the cowering soldiers, and the disorganized adventurers, and it took every ounce of restraint I had not to scream in fury. How could they have let things get this bad? How could they have underestimated the enemy so completely?

I swore under my breath, cursing the stupidity of every single person who had allowed this situation to spiral out of control. The goblin king, a twisted abomination of muscle and malevolence, was rushing toward me, his grotesque form fueled by the dark magic that pulsed through his veins. Behind him, his mages were already at work, chanting incantations, their hands weaving through the air as they prepared to unleash their spell.