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She commands lightly as she slams her great sword into the enemy's blade, driving them back a slight distance.
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Her body flashes, leaving behind a mirage. The goblin king reacts, his broad sword catches her swing. His sword art was not amateurish in the slightest, refined through surviving battle after battle. The scars all over his skin tell all of the lessons he had learned. His crown glimmers under the early noon sun, his body continues to rebel against his fate. Goblins were nearly the weakest species, their fates sealed upon birth. So what makes him an anomaly? What gave him the right to live past level 30? Who decided he would survive the next battle?
The cowardice in his blood fuels his resolve, his instincts forges his ambitions. Today will be no different, if he does not put down the human before him, it will be the end of his army due to his heavily sustained losses. Losing that goblin general was worse that losing a bunch of fodder goblins, it was exceedingly rare for any of them to evolve, and it was rarer for one of them to become the goblin king.
His existence was not unique by any means, but being a rare existence also elevates his self worth. So he thrusts and he swings, he pours his entire being into the blade, the faith he puts on his own name is channeled into his sword.
Unique skill,
With a kick, the entire air rumbles like a shattering thunder, Lastia's body bends into a C-shape as it collapsed under the pressure before crashing hard into a village wall. The goblin perimeter in the way was crushed into paste, funneling exp into the goblin king, though it wasn't enough to get him up anymore levels. Her body smashes into the wall, the goblin corpses had cushioned the momentum somewhat but she still broke a hole into the row of logs and reinforced steel belt.
Her body dropped to the ground with a thud, her throat seized air at once and she coughed up blood by reflex. Numerous points of inner injuries and broken bones had caused blood to pile up in her throat, triggering the reflex. Her body swayed as she stood up, her lips and nose dripped blood as she stuck out her tongue. Her teeth was covered red by dried blood, and her cheeks grew pale despite being smeared in her own fluids.
The goblin king closed the distance, an overhead swing was already in progress. She placed her great sword over head and slanted it to an angle. With precision, the angle was ever so slight that her great sword nearly stood straight up. Then she reinforced her blade to withstand the force. Her body was crushed under his strength as their blades collide, she bent her knees her arm muscles twitched as they held up her great sword, the ground under her cracked and gave away to form a crater of gravel.
When the goblin was done... She was still standing. She was just as much of a pest that he is, surviving battle after battle. 'Why...! Why is she laughing!', the goblin roared, under the strain of his sword she bares her teeth in grit, provoking him further. Pivoting around the swords, she swings her right foot, smashing into his chin. Despite being protected by armour, his helmet is crushed under the pressure and the force threatens to snap his head off anyway. He stumbles a step back, and it was his turn to block a double handed swing, as her kicking foot landed on the ground her blade simultaneously tore through the air.
Sparks flew as magic metal collided with metal. They grew to adapt to the other's habits as sparks fly and their blades made more exchanges. Grooves are carved into the ground from blade pressure, after a minute the village looked more destroyed than ever.
"Haa~ haah~! "(Both)
Fighting at full intensity for a minute had pushed them to the brink of fatigue. She steps back and snaps her fingers, watching for any sudden movements. He recognised that she was casting magic, and rushed in. His blade clawed its way to her chin, before the magic activated.
" - telegraphed kill." (Lastia)
Her earlier sword slashes in the fight manifests at once. Past swings and grit materialised into deadly kinetic force all at once, they slice, they block, they jam, they saw. With the final laceration cutting through both blade and flesh, bisecting the goblin king in half. It's as if she could see a phantom image of herself tearing through everything with one final overhead swing. Putting an end to the battle.
*Pinpon!*
Level 40. She could even fight the royal guard that she first encountered now. All that's left is the goblin mage, seeing that their magic was futile... They ran. Dismissing the forest of black bamboo blocking the mage's attacks, she heads towards the goblin army. She wondered if they felt fear, now their attacks couldn't even scratch her. Unfortunate for them, she won't let them get away. With a massive increase to her magic capacity, she casted to rain black spears over the village.
Over every corner, the homes and memories turned to mince, most of the goblin army was out in the open where they turned into unrecognisable piles of meat. It's possible to die here. Arin is able to initiate communications and told her as such. Rather than existing in historical data simulated by her mind, she was in a reality modeled after the data. She isn't interacting with data, this world exists physically and is capable of taking her life.
*Pinpon!*
After wiping out the goblins, she reached level 42. It was time she left this village, to see more of the world besides the ruins of a once thriving community.