60 The Girl Brings Death (1/2)

”What are we going to do, Thomas is dead!” A young female tank screamed as she hewed the head off of a goblin that was charging her. The goblins head topples from its body and it falls to the ground with a thud.

Blood spewed from the corpse and splashes the already dirtied armor of the tank. She didn't even bother to try and raise her shield to block the splattering blood. This was no time to worry about dignity.

The only thought was how to survive the vicious on slot of the goblin hoard.

She was a tall woman, standing at the height of most men, she had brown hair that was tied in a ponytail beneath her helmet. Most of her face was obscured by the thick metal helmet that she had on to guard for head and face.

Covered in full plate metal armor and a heavy shield, she guarded the wagon that was full of supplies that her village needed. She had to hold out and bring these backs or it was over for the many people in her village.

In the other hand that wasn't holding a shield, she was swinging a long sword that she used to fend the goblins off with. If she was lucky, she'd manage to cut them down, or bludgeon them to death with her heavy shield.

Her shining armor was covered in filth and blood. Countless new scratches adorned her armor due to the countless arrows and attacks that had barraged her and her companions. Not to mention that magic attacks that were only repelled by the anti-magic enchantment that she had on her shield.

Although, it couldn't completely nullify all the damage that was done to her. It was at least able to provide a cushion; the healers would do the rest.

Singes and burns could be seen lining part of her armor. Sucking in a short breath, she tries to control her breathing. Turning her head every which way, she felt sick, there were so many enemies.

A few of the damage dealers that had were still standing, but barley their armor wasn't heavy and able to withstand countless blows. It was leather designed to be able to easily move about in.

”We can't hold out any more!” The pitiful voice of a swordswoman cries out.

She was covered in deep and thick cuts all over her body. It was amazing that she was able to stand, more so that she managed to repel attacks.

The two seasoned healers they had with them have passed out due to magical exhaustion. Leaving them with zero support as the injuries began to stack up. More and more people began to fall under the pressure. It was as if lady luck had abandoned them.

It was safe to say that it was looking bleak for them.

Biting her lips, she swung her sword towards a goblin that had entered her range. Easily cutting it down, but no matter how many she cut down another would appear to take its place. It was as if they were a never-ending stream of troops on the enemy side.

There was no way that they could retreat either, leaving their cargo was a no go. Escape was futile.

Could it be that she was meant to die here?

Deep and dark despair began to crawl up her spine as she swung her sword. The weight of that thought tore at her soul and weighed her down. It almost completely swallowed her hope whole.

BOOM!

The defining sound of an explosion shook her from her somber thoughts and despair. Turning her head upwards she notices that at the backline of the goblin's offensive a bunch of fireballs had been shoot out.

However, they weren't aimed at her or the line of tanks.

With that, a wave of relief washes over her body… they weren't aimed at her. But then just who in the hell were they aimed at?

Squinting her eyes, she could just barely make out the shape of a human being among the dust and smoke that had been kicked up from the explosions. Not only were they a human… they were banging on the glowing golden barrier that had been erected around the goblin mages and healers.

All of a sudden a gust of wind drew upwards and kicked all the dust and smoke from the area that had been bombarded by fireballs. Standing atop the glowing golden barrier was none other than a girl.

A mass of black hair flew around her as if she was the incarnation of a death god. Her foot slams heavily and brutally onto the barrier.

CLINK!

CLINK!

CLINK!

It was an ominous sound that her foot produced as it slammed onto the barrier. A chill ran down the spine of the female tank as she watched.

In the hand of the girl were a giant pair of…scissors!

The goblins that were underneath the barrier looked disturbed as they watched the girl that was trying to break through the barrier they'd raised.

At the same time, a huge billowing mass of fire began to appear behind her. It was as if the darkness of the night had evaporated under the brilliance of the burning fire that the mass of fire had created.

Move!

She desperately willed the girl that was standing atop the glowing golden barrier, that showed some signs of cracking.

”MOVE!” She couldn't help but call out to the girl.

The girl didn't seem bothered by the sudden burning heat behind her.

As if the words of the female tank had stirred something within the girl… she moves! Although, move... wasn't exactly the right word for the action. It was as if the girl had completely vanished and then reappeared in a completely different place.

Teleportation?!

But that was impossible only the High Mages could do that, there was no way that child was a High Mage!

She was about twenty feet away from the barrier of the goblins.

Now that she was on the ground the female knight could see just how tiny the girl was…