Galeic was being his own indifferent self when the goblins appeared. Light pattering of goblin feet, however, soon captured his attention. He stood in his classic combat stance, sword held firmly in a inclined position before him, ready to block or strike at any time. A goblin swiftly came over to challenge him, and at this the Ylian snickered sardonically. He attacked first, hardly allowing the creature even a moment to catch its breath. It only gaped in shock as Galeic spun in a blur, the wind catching his jacket. His blade came down, triple force with the momentum of his fluid spin, slicing cleanly, deftly...
Crimson blood painted the arid ground a slick, wet colour. The goblin wavered on his feet, slowly at first, then with increased speed, as its body failed. It fell.
Smug and triumphant, Galeic went on to dispatch the remaining goblins, fuelled by his victory. As the very last one died, he heard someone shout, \"Watch out that\'s the goblin king!\"
Turning around smoothly, he was caught off guard by the enormous creature standing in front, roaring a battle cry. It was approximately 4 times larger than the average goblin, and towered a good metre over Galeic. Its fiery red eyes burned with evil fire, and the Ylian could almost feel its anger radiating. Indeed, he was conscious of the others\' obvious fear...
