With a surge of determination, I seized the opportunity and swiftly grabbed Brandon’s sword by my side. Having had ample time to contemplate my actions, I tried to execute my plan with calculated precision, devoid of hesitation, I hurled the sword towards the goblin who was sitting a few meters away from me, hoping for a lethal strike or, at the very least, a debilitating wound. The sudden movement and the flying weapon served as a distraction, diverting the attention of the goblin near Brandon's body, who was momentarily taken aback.

Taking advantage of the chaos, I grabbed my spear and prepared myself to take the plunge. Standing on the tree trunk, about four meters above the ground, I braced myself for the impact. The boost in strength and endurance I had acquired from my status points allocation bolstered my confidence, assuring me that I could handle the fall and maintain my combat effectiveness.

With a resolute leap, I propelled myself from the branch, aiming to land near the distracted goblin. The combination of surprise, enhanced physical attributes, and the element of surprise gave me a slight advantage in this perilous situation. I focused on executing my plan swiftly, aiming to dispatch the goblin swiftly upon impact and swiftly recover from the fall, keeping the element of surprise on my side.

With precision and a calculated manoeuvre, I plummeted from the branch, my spear poised for a lethal strike. Drawing from my previous experience with the boar, I adjusted my technique to ensure a decisive blow without the risk of the spear becoming lodged in the goblin's body. As I descended, the goblin's gaze turned upward, but it was an act of futility, for my attack had already been set in motion. The sharp tip of the spear pierced through the goblin's shoulder, slicing through flesh and bone with a forceful momentum. The spearhead tore a path through his body, halting just before reaching the midpoint of his belly. The impact was severe, a grisly spray of blood splattered in all directions mostly landing on my clothes and face. With the successful strike, I landed on the forest floor, skillfully managing the force of the fall thanks to the enhanced endurance I had acquired, or so I assumed. The goblin's body lay motionless, the result of a swift and precise attack.

Retrieving my spear from the goblin's lifeless body proved to be a needless worry as I was Under the weight of immense stress and anxiety, my mind had been working in overdrive, causing me to overthink every situation and potential outcome.

As I turned my attention to the remaining goblin, a sinking feeling washed over me as I realized that my thrown sword had not been successful in killing or incapacitating him. Instead, he only suffered a shallow cut on his leg, which seemed to have little effect on his mobility. It was a stark reminder of the goblins' resilience and the need for more precise and effective tactics in combat. I braced myself for the impending confrontation, knowing that I had to face this adversary head-on.

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As the goblin's angry gaze locked with mine, he swiftly reached down and snatched the sword I had thrown, gripping it tightly in his hand. In that moment, I realized the oversight in my plan. My concern for incapacitating him had blinded me to the possibility that he could turn my own weapon against me.

As the goblin charged towards me, his sword held high. I knew that my advantage lay in the reach of my spear, but I couldn't underestimate the goblin's cunning. With each step he took, his shouts grew louder, fueling his determination to strike me down.

I held my spear firmly, extending it to its full length, utilizing the advantage of my longer reach. As the goblin closed in, he swung his sword in a wide arc, aiming for a devastating blow. I sidestepped as fast as I could, narrowly evading the blade that sliced through the air.

Seizing the opportunity, I lunged forward, thrusting my spear towards the goblin's torso. However, he proved agile, swiftly sidestepping to avoid the attack. His movements were erratic and unpredictable, making it challenging to land a clean hit.

The goblin retaliated with a series of quick and calculated strikes, aiming to exploit any opening in my defence. I parried his attacks purely on luck with the shaft of my spear, using its length to create distance and keep his deadly sword at bay.

With each exchange, the fight intensified. The clash of steel echoed through the air as we engaged in a fierce battle of skill, well and luck on my end. Despite my efforts to maintain a safe distance, the goblin managed to deliver a swift cut to my arm, causing pain and a trickle of blood. The wound only fuelled my determination. As the adrenaline coursed through my veins, my heart pounded in my chest like a drum, filling me with a surge of exhilaration.

I knew I had to press on and find a way to gain the upper hand. Adjusting my strategy, I focused on exploiting the goblin's overconfidence. Feigning a defensive posture, I baited him into a reckless attack.

As the goblin lunged forward for a powerful strike, I swiftly stepped aside, evading the swing and leaving him momentarily off balance. Seizing the opportunity, I swiftly closed the distance, using the extended reach of my spear to my advantage.

With an awkward thrust, I aimed for the goblin's vulnerable flank. The sharp tip of the spear pierced through his flesh, causing him to stumble back, gasping in pain. Sensing his vulnerability, I pressed forward, delivering a swift and decisive blow to his abdomen.

As the goblin collapsed to the ground, his sword slipping from his grasp, I stood victorious but not unscathed. The cut on my arm throbbed with pain, a reminder of the close encounter.

With the adrenaline still coursing through my veins, I caught my breath and assessed the situation.