Well, my odds aren't looking so good. I don't know how strong I've become with work alone, and I also have no way of telling how strong my opponents are; it's like I'm destined to fail no matter what. The goblins all start moving closer and closer to me, displaying their knives and rustic spears while the one with his on my back tries to stab me.
Naturally, I respond against the one closest to me by trying my luck against them with a punch that sends the little goblin flying across the field. Man! Had I become that strong? I guess I do work my ass off every day, so it was about damn time I gained some strenght!
It would be nice to tell my level, though; going by, I have no clue how much stronger I am besides sending a goblin flying just now. "Kill the Witch!" All the goblins start coming at me in a very uncoordinated attack that I can take advantage of by evading attacks while trying to find a way back to town or near it so the golems would save me.
If I could find a way to get back inside the radius of the defense golems, then I would be fine since I'm on the whitelist, while these goblins probably were not. Yet something feels awful about the moment; I know these goblins can't tell I'm one of them, but was that how they constantly interacted with humans? No wonder they hate us!
"GAAAAHH!" One of the goblins is faster than the others and even faster than me, which allows him to catch up just to try and stab me with its knife like I would let him. The dumb idiot chose to jump toward me, so I simply aimed my punch against his groin, probably deactivating him as he stayed as still as a rock once he fell.
The following two goblins soon receive the same fate as I kick them out of the way. Now more confident in my strenght, I choose to attack way more boldly, knowing that my punches and kicks are strong enough to hurt them. The two little goblins also fly across the field and crash against some trees, leaving me with six very lively fellas.
"You sure you want more of this mother fuckers!? I will pulverize you to death!" I scream at the goblins, who stop for just a second before coming at me again, leaving me with no other choice but to bait them into attacking me one by one by running back and stopping once in a while.
My confidence reaches an all-time high as I disable two more goblins, which finally seems to scare the remaining four as they stop coming at me, making me believe they've stopped fighting. I finally lower my fists and relax a little until they start moving again.
"Oh, come on!" The remaining four goblins all try to rush me at the same time, but this time, instead of running, I just crouch, grab some dirt with my right and left hand, and throw it at the goblin's eyes, which blinds them all for a couple of seconds. I might not be a fighter, but I'm still smart! I tell myself while feeling really good inside.
Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.
Yet, at the peak of my confidence, I let my guard down just enough for one of the remaining four goblins to cut my arm slightly with their knife. The cut isn't deep or anything, but I immediately start feeling a little dizzy, even with such a shallow cut. "It's not even that deep."
I place my hand over my little cut and look back at the goblin who did it as his smile widens, followed by a sharp disorientation thanks to the increasing feeling of nausea. Since when did goblins use poison or other stuff like that in their weapons? Was it just used against people? I never really got more than one hunt in, so I didn't know, but it could be possible.
Thinking about it makes sense, how else would some weak goblins stand a chance to survive in the wilderness!? Oh gosh, such an oversight on my part, and it was about to cost me big time because I was starting to see double, making it incredibly hard to dodge, which led to a second cut on my abdomen.
"AHHHG!" The pain numbed down a little bit when the second cut hits, but the nausea symptoms doubled, so I stopped giving a damn about precision and just started throwing punches, sometimes landing but mostly just missing, which led to more and more cuts.
"Fuck!" What the fuck did I think was going to happen!? I've never fought anyone in my entire life, not even in my previous life. I had no idea what I was doing the whole time, but I refused to let this be my end, which must have been why I kept going.
A couple of minutes go by where I keep the goblins at bay by miraculously punching them and kicking them away for a couple of rounds more until I'm too weak and disoriented to land anything anymore, leading to one of the goblins to grab my leg mid-kick.
"Uh?" I could feel my leg stuck in something, which then felt sturdier and studier until I couldn't move anymore, leaving me exposed with one leg up into the air, but just when I thought they would finish me, whoever was grabbing my leg chose to twist it hard enough to trip me over.
The awful laughter of the goblins makes me angry, but then it all comes down as they intended it to. I suddenly start feeling kicks and stabs all over me, making me cry out loud in pain. "I'm one of you! AHHHHG! I'm one of you~" I try to tell them again that they were attacking one of their own, but they don't seem to care as they continue to kick me and punch me all together.
All I could do on the floor was cover my head to try and prevent a brain injury and cry out loud in pain while they began to hit me with the nonlethal part of their axes and spears so they could extend my physical punishment before they killed me or whatever they wanted to do.
It only takes a couple of hits before I start feeling bones breaking inside my body, followed by bleeding and pain. Up next, they all begin to rip my clothes off, starting with the top part, which was the most heavily armored one, requiring the use of their knives and little stone axes to take apart.
'I'm not like them. I'm not like them!' I keep telling myself that while anger brews deeper and deeper again, rekindling that hatred flame that mother had put out a couple of months ago, I was starting to hate my own race since these interactions were the sole reason my previous life got ruined; their savage nature and lack of empathy made me sick.
I went through hell and more because of savage goblins like these. I kept telling myself while visually, my soul broke its chains. I suffered like an animal inside that hole for who knows how long because of savages like these; they're not like me, and I'm not like them; I deny them; I don't like them; I want them dead.
[Cursed series] [Wrath meter: 50%]