Club in hand, Gobi rushes forward smashing and bashing zombies left and right, while I support him with my quick thrusts, piercing through the rotting flesh. Howard stabilizes us, shielding any attacks from the right. Now, that there was light in the tunnel I could see the horrific tidal wave of zombies. Not to mention the ever-pungent rotting flesh that permeates into your nose every second that passes.
Dried blood and pieces of flesh splatter across the cave walls before turning into purple smoke. Gobi's laugh echoes in the cave filling my ears but despite his aggressive actions, I noticed that he was fighting differently than before. It was similar to Kingston's style of fighting which relies on instinct. With the boosted stats, Gobi reverted back to his goblin nature. Aggressively fighting, aiming at weak points like the ankles or the neck, and dodging based on feeling.