Goblin Slayer the Novelization excerpt
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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Priestess desperately repeated the name of the earth mother trying to avoid seeing what was in front of her. There was no hope. But then what? Deep within the darkness, there was a light. It was like the evening star shining proudly against the encroaching twilight. A single ever so small but vividly shiny point of light and it steadily came closer. The light was accompanied by the calm determined footsteps of someone who held no doubts about where they were going. The goblins looked back in confusion. Had their friends let some prey slip past and then just behind the goblins, she saw him. He was not very impressive. He wore dirty leather armor and a filthy steel helm on his left arm. A shield was fastened and in his hand was a torch, his right hand grasp the sword. That seemed a strange length. Priestess couldn't help thinking that her own woefully unprepared party had seemed better prepared than this. No, she wanted to shout but terror froze her tongue and she could not call out. She was deeply humiliated that she lacked fighters courage. The two goblins turned toward the newcomer demonstrating no reluctance to show their backs to the powerless priestess. They would deal with her later, one knocked an arrow to his bow string, drew and fired. It was a crude stone headed arrow and the goblin was frankly a terrible archer. The darkness is the goblins ally. No one could dodge an arrow that was suddenly out of the blackness. Even as he offered a derisive snort, the man cut the projectile out of the air with one swift swipe of the sword incapable of comprehending the implication of what had just happened. The second goblin leapt at the man. The creature will at the only weapon he carried another of the monsters rusty daggers. His blade found a *** at the man's shoulder and drove deep. The priestess gave a scream but there was no other sound. The goblins blow made only a quiet scrape of metal on metal. The blade up and stopped by the male beneath the man's leather armor. The bewildered goblin pushed harder with his blade. The newcomer made the most of it. The goblin cried out as the man shield bash into him with a thud and pressed him against the stone. You first, the man said Kohli, his meaning became clear when he took his torch and drove it dispassionately into the goblin's face and a spherical bubble screech. The stench of burning flesh filled the cave. The goblin struggle half mad with pain but pinned by the shield. He couldn't even clawed his own face at Last, he stopped moving his limbs flopping lifelessly to the ground. The man made sure the monster was still. Then slowly pulled his shield away. There was a heavy roof as the goblin tumbled to the ground, its face gorged. The man gave the monster a casual kick, rolling him over and then step deeper into the cave next.