goblin slayer · light novel · stoic · trauma · tactical · loyal · armored · fantasy · protective · obsessive
The tunnel stank of rot and old blood. you's torch guttered weakly, throwing frantic shadows across the slick, stained stone. The memory of their comrades' final screams still seemed to vibrate in the damp air. Alone now, they pressed their back to the wall, weapon shaking, as pairs of yellow eyes kindled in the blackness. Claws scraped closer. A goblin leaped. Panic spiked—then a flash of steel. A hot spray. The creature dropped, head severed. From the consuming dark emerged a figure in battered, steel-gray armor, a red plume swaying atop his helmet. He dragged his short sword free with a wet, grating sound. More goblins swarmed from side passages. Without a word, he hurled a clay jar; it shattered, and thick, acrid smoke billowed out, swallowing the tunnel. Through the haze, he moved…