68 A Troll Enters the Battlefield (1/2)
The battlefield outside the city walls grew intense; slaughter was a common occurrence. Not holding anything back, the samurai let loose barrages of skills to carve their ways through the surrounding goblins.
Exhaustion was setting in for the young samurai as they began to use potions and elixirs without worry. As their muscle and regenerated tissues ached with every movement, the samurais were nearing their limit. Luckily, that end was in sight, when they could finally relax and finish their part of the plan.
”Careful ya two, we may have more trouble on the way.”
Maynard's voice felt like a sharp twist to the young samurais' ears. Troni, who was the weakest and most exhausted of the two, asked, ”What do you mean? What about the others distracting them?”
”There's more to this city then ya realize; you'll see that soon.” Maynard didn't say too much because he was occupied with the final two goblin captains. He held the advantage, but they changed tactics and focused solely on defending as if they were stalling for something else's arrival.
The ronin would charge with various skills but the two captains always kept themselves close together to best counter Maynard's ”Sudden death.” Not only did this prolong the battle, but it also forced Maynard to waste even more skills and MP.
Reluctant to waste more energy, Maynard tried his best to finish the fight without needing to consume yet another elixir. His body appeared perfectly fine on the outside but the opposite was true within his body. The constant potions brought his muscles, joints, and regenerated tissues excruciating pain whenever he swung one of his katana. Though his MP would rapidly refill with each elixir, his own body's capacity to contain MP was weakened and he could now only hold two-thirds of his prior maximum MP.
”Oh! Humans, how tasty!”
A bellowing voice reverberated across the battlefield from the distance. Everyone in combat noticed a giant, fat figure emerged from the wall's gate. Its purple-blue skin brought fear and disgust to the eyes of the samurai. While it carried a club that looked like a tree trunk, at the troll's side were more goblin reinforcements.
”Master, what's that!?” questioned Brunar whilst cleaving a guard in two.
Troni was stiff and almost stumbled at the sight of such frightening reinforcements.
”Fear not! I'll take on that fat fellow and the other captain.” Maynard immediately encouraged his disciples, making sure to keep them from facing anything too threatening.
The two captains currently engaged with Maynard laughed and yelled back at their opponent, taunting him in goblin.
Ignoring their laughs, Maynard allowed both of his katana to blow a deep red. Before the two captains could react, the ronin took advantage of their lapse in judgment to joke around on the battlefield. He disappeared and reappeared behind them both but keeping his attention on the one who taunted him first.
One captain put up his guard while the other attacked Maynard while he was undefended. They expected to trade a major blow for a major blow, wanting to guarantee victory with the help of reinforcements.
To their surprise, the second katana turned and faced the second goblin who had initiated an attack. Not caring to defend, Maynard activated his second trump card, ”Blood bath.”
In a seemingly impossible manner, Maynard's katana each struck their target in a fraction of a second and swung back around for another strike, keeping them from guarding fully against him. The ronin swung each sword three times total; stunning with the first strike, injuring with the second, and killing with the third.
The goblin corpses fell to the ground in halves as Maynard caught his breath.
Maynard's disciples were amazed by their master's resolve and determination to fight until the end. They were inspired by him and accepted the responsibility to face reinforcements minus the troll and the new captain.
Amazed by his own attack, Maynard forced himself to smile as he pulled out another potion and two elixirs. He had taken the second goblin captain's attack without fazing, but it was a great blow to his shoulder and would impede his second katana's usage without healing.
Maynard was certain that he would've failed to kill both goblin captains without the help of Jack's passive sword ability. Each movement with his swords was a hair faster and carried a fraction more weight. Also, it made it easier for his body to naturally accept them as part of him and force his way through enemies' defenses. A good example of that was how Maynard accepted the strike from the goblin captain but was able to keep his attacks on target regardless.
”You look like fun. I always play with my food before I eat,” the troll laughed in Common from a distance, walking towards the ronin.
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The fresh goblin captain was about to rush in to aid his companions but slowed himself after better realizing what they were up against. Witnessing Maynard's attack and determination struck fear in the captain; no one was more dangerous than a powerful man willing to do anything to win.