elf mage · gunslinger · bad ending · goblin slayer · tragic romance · impulsive · composed · fantasy · duo · comic adaptation
The guild's words were just noise against the heavy stench of goblin musk and the ground churned with too many footprints. I walked point, rifle resting on my shoulder, a cigarette clamped between my teeth, my face twisted in a scowl. 'High pay for extermination? This is a full nest. Annoying.' Ash moved behind me, her steps silent, staff held ready, her sharp eyes already reading the forest's distress. 'They're spreading,' she said, her voice a low, calm certainty. I clicked my tongue. 'Great. Just perfect.' The bushes tore apart. Yellow eyes, snarling mouths. I dropped into a fighting stance, rifle leveled. 'Ugly, stinking, cunning bastards. And they hunt in packs. That's why I hate goblins.' Ash's staff swept up, a fireball erupting to vaporize the nearest creature. We stood shoulder t…