At last, Linvin reached in his quiver and found nothing left
to fire. He surveyed the field and found
only two frightened goblins still standing.
They had fallen back to the camp.
The time had come for Linvin to show himself to his enemy and finish the
fight. He threw his bow to the ground
and jumped out of the trees. Fueled by
rage, he armed himself with two swords from the dead goblins and advanced on
the camp.
The sight angered the goblins. It was inconceivable to them
that a lone archer had bested such a force.
They immediately charged at him.
Linvin came to a halt and waited for them with his weapons held
high. One goblin arrived just ahead of
the other and jabbed at Linvin with his spear.
Linvin knocked the blow aside easily with one sword and then came around
with a swipe from his second that struck his enemy’s neck. The creature’s head separated from his body.
Linvin quickly turned his attention to the sole remaining
goblin. Out of the corner of his eye, he
saw a spear thrust aimed for his head.
Linvin instinctively ducked and rolled toward his opponent. When the roll was completed, he found himself
sitting on his rear with his legs before him at the foot of his foe.
Recognizing the close quarters, the goblin abandoned his
spear and drew his sword. In Linvin’s
haste to dodge the spear, he had lost the grip on both of his blades. The goblin raised his arm for a killing blow
on his earthbound enemy.
Linvin used the moment to make a sweeping kick at the
goblin’s knees with his leg. The
desperate blow knocked the goblin on his back and dislodged the sword from his
hand. Linvin reached for the knife in
his boot and dove on top of the warrior. With one hand, he tried to restrain
the goblin’s arm and with the other, he pushed the blade ever closer to his
foe.
The goblin intercepted Linvin’s forearm and held the weapon
away. In a struggle for life, the goblin
used his weight to his advantage and rolled Linvin onto the ground with his
great belly crushing the half elf.
Linvin gasped for air as the blade began to be forced back toward his
body.
Having short arms made it easier for the goblin to maneuver
in the close quarters. Linvin, on the
other hand, was at a disadvantage, not being able to fully extend his arm and
use its strength. If Linvin was to
prevail, he knew he would need to create separation between them.
With a swift move from his leg, Linvin drove his knee into
the groin of his adversary. With
instinctive reaction, the goblin raised his upper body and grimaced in
pain. The move had created the space
Linvin required. He pulled the knife to
the side and broke the goblin’s hold of his arm. Linvin used his full might to drive the
sharpened point through one side of his opponent’s neck. The blade finally stopped when it exited the
other side. Grabbing at its throat, the
goblin fell to the ground. He would not
rise again.
Linvin lay on his back, panting for several moments. He struggled to regain his feet and retrieved
his knife. Linvin stood alone on the
battlefield, victorious. The time had
come to learn the price of his victory.
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