"What just happened?" Ego muttered to himself, his voice tinged with disbelief and apprehension.
Ego's heart raced as he charged towards the looming threat of the goblins closing in on Lysandar. With swift, determined steps, he closed the distance between himself and the two creatures, his mind focused solely on protecting his companion.
The goblins, their sharp teeth bared in menacing grins, turned their attention to the oncoming Ego. One brandished a jagged, rusted blade, while the other wielded a crude club, both weapons poised for an attack. Ego's muscles tensed, anticipation coursing through him as he prepared for the clash.
In a flurry of motion, Ego spun, his longsword slicing through the air with controlled precision. The blade met the goblin with the club, deflecting the crude weapon with a metallic clang. With a swift follow-through, Ego's sword arced downward, slicing through the air and landing a fatal blow, severing the goblin's neck cleanly.
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