Meanwhile, Gobbo barreled into the fray with all the momentum his class afforded him.
Activating [Guarding Rush], he became a living bulwark, impossible to halt once his charge began. His shield smashed into the first rank of enemies with bone-cracking force, sending bodies sprawling through the air as if struck by a charging beast rather than another goblin.
Without slowing, he swung his axe in wide, heavy arcs, each strike carving through disoriented foes scrambling in his path.
The enemy did not simply yield—they fought back with snarls and desperate slashes of crude weapons, their rusted blades cutting at him from every angle. Yet Gobbo absorbed the blows with a grunt, his shield and armor taking the worst of it.
