'What the fuck is with this goblin's speed and strength!' he cursed inwardly as he plunged both daggers into the ground to halt his flight.
His intuition tingled again. The goblin didn't give him a moment of respite—it was already in front of him, attacking deftly once more.
Xavier raised his blades to block, feeling the force of each blow reverberate through his arms. The goblin's attacks were relentless—each strike precise and powerful.
Xavier struggled to keep up, his muscles straining as he parried and dodged. The goblin moved with unnatural agility, its twin blades a blur.
It was as if the creature could anticipate his every move. Xavier's mind raced, searching for a weakness, a pattern in the goblin's attacks.
The goblin's next slash came from an unexpected angle, forcing Xavier to twist his body awkwardly to block it.
The impact jarred his bones, but he managed to hold his ground. "You're fast," he muttered through gritted teeth. Insanely fast.
