A Northern blonde girl with a trembling sword in her hands was approach the goblin. The creature whimpered and tried to crawl away from her. The girl took a hesitant step, her knuckles white on the hilt of her sword. She looked down at the pleading creature, then lowered her head, tears welling in her eyes. "No... I can't," she whispered.
Seeing her hesitation, the goblin let out a thin snarl and lunged, seeing a chance to escape.
The girl cried out in shock, stumbling backward. She reflexively raised her sword to defend herself, and the charging goblin impaled itself on the blade.
It let out a pained shriek and collapsed beside her, twitching. The girl stared at the body in horror, her heart start pounding as she scrambled to her feet.
Kargath turned to Ulrich. "What do we do, Headmaster? She gave up, but she still killed the goblin in the end."
"The important thing is that she killed it or not," Ulrich stated. "She passes."
