Adventures Of A Goblin

'killing him isn't impossible for me, the fire that burned his body into that disgusting form proved that to me. If his body was indestructible, that would have been a different case entirely'.

​ 'what I need to do now, is make sure whatever stuff he is using to accelerate his regenerative process, I need to keep that in check. for now, the only plan I can think of is continuously attacking him, without giving him any moment to catch his breath'.

The Goblin dashed at the Goblin king who has restarted his breathing technique, and working on healing himself completely. The Goblin king's body had still not healed to the point where he could make free or fast movements, and when the Goblin charged at him, he had no choice but to take it.

The Goblin, who is very small when compared to the Goblin king, jumped up when he got to the front of the Goblin king, and from there, he released a barrage of attacks without his feet touching the ground.

The Goblin, punched the Goblin king's face upwards, and then he punched it downwards again, then to the left, and then the right. He demonstrated all side directional kind of punching there was using the Goblin king's face as a reference.

Releasing his pent up tensions and emotions, while tearing through the burnt face of the Goblin king, making it even more disfigured with the Goblin king's skull starting to be within view.

"die, die, die...."

The Goblin kept on yelling as he continues to tear off more flesh off of the Goblin king's face.

He did not allow the Goblin king any respite, nor did he allow him to fall as his fist on the Goblin king's face continues to push him backwards, and the Goblin following along with his fist on the face.

The Goblin king, with enough time, improved his body from having to stand still while he keeps on taking consecutive hits from the Goblin, to managing to raise his hand against the Goblin.

He did raise his hand, however, his reaction was too slow, enough to bore the Goblin to exhaustion. The hand that had almost reached the Goblin, was easily blown away by the Goblin's fist.

The durability of the Goblin king's body had reduced with the burning effect, and the joints connecting the hand to his body, had become considerably weaker.

because of that, when his hand made contact with the Goblin's hand, it was easily detached from the Goblin king's body, now rendering him a one handed Goblin.

"you think you are some hot shit now uhhh?...."

Despite his questioning, the Goblin left no sorts of opening for the Goblin king to reply him back as his fist barrage on his face keeps getting faster, and more aggressive.

When the Goblin saw that he had weaken the Goblin king to stable point, he stopped punching him and finally gave him the chance to fall on his knee in defeat.

With the Goblin king down, he was still tall enough for the Goblin to not be able to reach his head when his feet had gotten back to the ground. The Goblin, walked up to the kneeling Goblin king and stood in front of him looking very confident in himself.

"how does it feel Goblin king?..."

"how does it feel to have the one you have made suffer and looked down on all this while, now looking down on you?..."

"do you feel horrible?....., dejected?....., miserable?..."

"whatever it is you are feeling, I hope it is much worse than what you made me go through".

"this is the end for you now, Goblin king".

The Goblin king could utter not a single word as his whole face had been completely disfigured, his Jaws carved out with no more teeth hanging in his mouth, even his nose could no longer be pointed out. He was in a complete mess, with an appearance that looks nothing like his once prideful and domineering self.

The Goblin with cold unwavering eyes, slowly raised his hand up, and sprouted out thorns from under his feet, stabbing through the Goblin king's body in multiple places, with a thorn passing through his neck, chopping the head off.

With the Goblin king's head severed from his body, the neck splashed out blood, splattering on the Goblin's body. And as for the rest of the Goblin king's body, having lost its head, fell downwards, but was held back by the thorns embedded in his body.

The Goblin, fell on his butt and looked up to the gloomy, dark, empty sky.

"i..., I have Won?..."

"just like that...., all those who oppressed me, I have done away with them all....."

"I did it..., yes..., I did it".

[!!!].

His celebration was cut short with the voice of Oracle chipping in.

[master, move away from his body immediately].

The Goblin, saved the question for later as he adhered to Oracle's warning and hurriedly moved himself away from the body of the Goblin king. He did a blackflip several times, making a sizable amount of distance between he and the Goblin king.

'what was that about Oracle'.

[master, the king Goblin is not dead yet].

'what do you mean he is not dead, his head is clearly over there, in a separate space from his body, so how can he not be dead'.

Pointing over to where the head of the Goblin king is, with a panicking voice questioning Oracle's words.

[yes master, I do see his head, but he is not dead yet].

'are you telling me he is going to revive back?...., do not tell me?..., is he an immortal?....'

With the Goblin's question flooding Oracle, none of it could be answered in time as he was now distracted by the movements coming from the Goblin king's supposed dead body.

The Goblin king's disfigured body that was supposed to be dead with no head attached, and impaled with thorns all over, suddenly made a slight hand movement.

The Goblin, thought that perhaps, he had seen wrongly. He could be hallucinating, so he payed a more closely attention to the Goblin king's body, hoping that truly, the scene he had saw earlier was truly nothing but an hallucination.