Roland expressionlessly withdrew his blood-soaked arm from the goblin's corpse, the slick, wet sound enough to make one's skin crawl.
He didn't spare the fallen enemy a single glance, his sharp eyes sweeping across the battlefield.
"Holland, focus!"
His deep voice cut through the blood-filled air, clear and calm.
The warning snapped Holland out of his shock. An instant later, he saw another goblin take advantage of the opening, swinging its Hand Axe at Roland's unguarded back.
"Look out!"
The Priest's warning had barely left his lips when Roland was already in motion.
He didn't even fully turn. He simply whipped his left arm back like a lash, his elbow striking the wrist of the goblin's axe-wielding hand with pinpoint precision.
With a sharp CRACK, the wrist bone shattered, and the Hand Axe went flying from its grasp.
