Who Calms The Chaos? - Part 12

Beam eyed it warily, unsure whether it was going to remain standing. He cursed again, rolling out of the way, trying to find an opening with which he could use his training. He had his misdirection that he'd grown so reliant upon and he had his strength style, that single overbearing attack. But with how fluent their movements were, the horned goblins gave him no opening.

It was like going against an army.

They continued to hound him, not giving him a chance to recover. The unarmed goblin continued to run along the front line, pinning him in place, whilst the spear-wielding goblins cut off his retreat and continually aimed at him from the flank.

One thing became clear to Beam as they ran him around. "I need to get better," he murmured. For the first time since his battle with the hobgoblin, that feeling was beginning to spread through him. Despite his training, despite his recent efforts, it wasn't enough.