Blueberry Grove was considered a wildlife sanctuary in the Terian Kingdom. Neither armies nor mages were allowed to enter. Heck, even adventurers would avoid it.

As such, most of its creatures were not used to attacks. They weren’t ready for humans, and they did not expect a crazy pixie to wave wind blades at them. Even so, the second scenario happened anyway.

“Charge!” yelled Seth upon seeing a lone green goblin. “Our fifth battle will be glorious!”

The goblin shrieked and ran for its life. It did not fear the squirrel, but there was something off about its rider. Momo jumped from tree to tree while apologizing in his mind. Fortunately, the goblin was faster.

“Lame,” Seth complained. Then, with a cheeky grin, he summoned a gust of wind behind his partner’s bum. As if getting slapped by a human, Momo went flying through the air.

Out of instinct, he extended his arms and legs and started gliding. “Faster,” Seth grumbled. The goblin was getting away.

Again, he summoned wind around his partner propelling it forward like a tiny jet. With this, they rapidly closed the gap, and the pixie got just inches away from a strike.

“Haha!” Seth laughed while swinging his wind blade. However, before his magic could hit, something smacked him from the side. The knight and his royal steed were sent flying into the bushes.

“Phew.” Seth spit out a couple of leaves. “Who dares to interrupt my hunt?”

The growls of about a dozen creatures answered his question. Backup had come to the goblin’s rescue. 12 green skinned individuals with sharp claws and clubs for weapons surrounded Seth and his vassal.

“Sir, can you still make us fly?” asked the shaking squirrel.

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“Run from a fight? What for?” Seth grinned maniacally while spinning several wind blades around his body. “Come at me, you lil’ shits!” The goblins happily obliged.

The one they had initially hunted charged towards them at break-neck speed. When its fist was about to flatten them, Seth took control of the land beneath its feet and pushed it upwards.

The goblin flew above their heads, and the warrior cut its neck with a wind blade.

“Next,” said Seth while tiny torrent of blood covered him in red. The enemies flinched. The tiny pixie and squirrel now looked like something straight out of the underworld.

“Come Moses,” said the warrior while getting on top of his steed. “These vile beasts have dared attack us during our walk. We must punish them, so they don’t strike someone else!”

“Sir, I think we are the bad guys…”

“Charge!!” At his master’s beckon, Momo had no choice but to sprint forward. He didn’t know what the madman was thinking. The squirrel didn’t think they would survive. ‘Mommy, thank you for raising me,’ he yelped while running with his eyes closed.

Soon, the two of them were right in the middle of the goblins. One of them swung its club. However, the weapon slipped out of its master's hand, turned in midair, and smacked the goblin across the face.

With one hand, Seth controlled the club to beat the enemies on the right, while with the other, he wind sliced the ones on the left.

Annoyed, the remaining goblins rushed in all at once. With his eyes closed, Momo flew beneath their feet making them attack each other. The terrified steed turned around while Seth used a wind blade to take out most of their opponents.

“What is going on?” cried Momo. Since the beginning, Seth had been controlling his body with wind. The poor squirrel was too scared to move a single muscle.

“We won,” its Lord declared. The remaining goblins had run away.

“Really?” Momo slowly opened his eyes.

“Yes. Now, go prepare food.” Seth un-mounted his steed and took a seat at the base of a tree. Using so much magic put a bit of a strain on his mind.

“Do you eat nuts?” asked Momo.

“No.”

“Acorns?”

“Nope.”

“Apples?”

“Real warriors eat meat,” Seth declared.

“But…”

“No buts,” said the warrior while pointing at the goblins. “Cook.”

After gulping heavily, Momo approached the green skinned monsters. Their eyes were bulging out of their sockets. Their guts were spilled all over the ground.

Momo had once visited a nearby village, so he knew what humans meant by cooking. The only problem was: “I’m a squirrel. I can’t start a fire. I can’t cook. What the hell?”