Goblin Champion
Gripping the zweihander in a backhanded stance, as though the massive great sword was a small dagger, he rushed at us.
Marton pushed forward blocking the champion's charge with a shield that seemed to come out of nowhere. BANG, the sound of the zweihander hitting the shield echoed through the room. Drake falls to his butt, in terror. if Marton did not step in, he would have lost his head.
The zweihander moved like a rockslide with quick inhumanly heavy attacks, Marton blocked with an impenetrable defense stopping the unrelenting attacks in their tracks.
Violet flanks the champion, tossing a knife into a part of the goblins' back that had no armor. The goblin showed no reaction, in fact the dagger barely pierced the skin.
Violet noticing it was pointless, backed off. She gave me a questioning look, and I just nod.
The monster gave off an intimidating aura, although its fighting style looks primitive it has almost no openings. It felt like if I were to fight it on my own I would probably lose. Hell even with Marton distracting it the odds feel low. I take a step forward. One of my masters was insane, they called him the mad swordsman. He was a mercenary, a hired gun, or I guess you could say sword. He created a technique that mastered the ability to kill. It gave up on defense, and focused on killing strikes. He was a genius, and more than that he was crazy. I believe I was sixteen, by this point I already lost to roman fifty times, I was desperate, and I ended up finding him. They were fighting in a middle eastern country, and his elite mercenary group were all master swordsmen. The man leading them was Zacharie Alderic, a french man who always claimed to be a master samurai. His skill at the time was enough to put him in the top ten competitively in the world, but he always said it wasn't the same, a real samurai would fight in war, he would say. I ended up joining them and fought until Zacharie got his head blown off by a tank shell. Before he died I learned his scorpion technique.
I take a deep breath. To use the scorpion technique you must drop your will to live, let your body flow like water, num your senses, loosen your arm muscles, empty your mind. If used correctly the technique allows you to dodge a bullet, hit multiple vital points at a time, or just cut your opponent to pieces. I remember one time there was an ambush that caught everyone off guard. Zacharie managed to dodge machine gun fire from five men as he pushed into cut them down. The technique sounds cooler than it is. It just uses psychology, forcing people to shoot where you want them to, and split second reflexis reacting where the gun is aimed and where your opponent's finger is. I may not be nearly as good at it as Zacharie was, but I could still take on one man with a gun.
"Hey Marton, let me handle him for a sec" I said.
Marton jumped back, leading the goblin to me. The goblin charged full force at me. He performs a quick un blockable attack aiming for my leg. Taking one more deep breath, I jump perfectly evading the attack. Grasping the opportunity midair I perform two lighting fast stabs at one of his arm joints. I land on the ground jumping back. One of the goblins' arms fell limp. Even though the goblin has incredible durability, I managed to dislocate his arm by using the force of the swing against him. The goblin screamed in anger, charging at me even faster than before. I point my sword up in the air, which draws the goblins' attention, as doing so I slip into the goblins blind spot, stabbing the sword into its side. Pulling the sword out I jump behind him, the goblins seeing this coming, swings his zweihander in a tornado motion. The sword moved far faster then I could react, yet I was already on the floor ducking through his legs. The goblin looked around in confusion before turning around and staring daggers at me.
"Well, I think that's enough for me. Gramps, you want to take over."
The goblin who has experienced a fatal wound starts to get sluggish, it was a slow death not even being able to put up a fight.