After a thorough search, Noah's efforts paid off as he finally spotted the kobolds lurking inside a cavern. Despite his injury, Noah steeled himself for the upcoming confrontation, knowing that he was still capable of putting up a fight. With a strategic plan in mind, Noah prepared to engage the kobolds, killing as many he could.
He matched in after being certain there wasn't any traps.
The weight of his trusted sword and the familiar grip of his worn dagger brought a sense of ease to Noah, yet the persistent pain in his side refused to relent. Three kobolds, their eyes gleaming malevolently in the torchlight like fiery embers, stood before him. This time, Noah wouldn't charge in recklessly like a berserker. His strength lay in cunning, not brute force.