The goblin swung again, its rusted war axe cutting a wild arc through the air.
Devon narrowly sidestepped, sliding across the uneven stone floor. The axe slammed into a pillar behind him, cracking it and sending chunks of debris clattering to the ground.
"Okay, this one's pissed," he muttered. "And with the way it's going, it might bring this place down."
Drahon took his chance.
He dashed forward, his golden blade glowing faintly. He aimed low, slicing at the creature's unarmored ankle.
Slash!
A Sharp Precise hit.
The monster let out a roar of pain, stumbling sideways, but not falling. Instead, it turned on Drahon with a feral hiss, swinging the back end of the axe like a massive club.
Drahon blocked just in time, his sword catching the impact, but the force launched him backwards, skidding across the floor until he hit a half-broken wall.
"Ugh… strong bastard," he muttered, wincing.
But then the monster's profile flashed across their face:
[Monster Profile – Scanned]
