Chapter 11: Chapter 11
The battle raged on as Grogg, the level 3 [Skirmisher], fell to the ground with an arrow piercing his arm. He was surrounded by relentless ranged fighters, raining arrows down on him and his allies. With his wooden spear useless, Grogg was filled with despair and anger, his training seeming to be for naught.
But then he saw it - a pebble on the ground, the perfect size for a throw. Flashbacks of his childhood came rushing back as he remembered playing a simple game of rock-throwing with his brother. With a prayer to the heavens, Grogg hefted the pebble and prepared for the throw of his life.
To his amazement, the pebble's trajectory shifted midair, hitting its target with unerring precision. Grogg's faith was reinvigorated, and he praised the gods for his brother's spirit of vengeance. But as he prepared for the next attack, he saw the pebble being picked up by an enemy goblin.
With a confident smirk, Grogg readied himself, using [Skirmisher's Dodge] to dodge the incoming throw. But as the pebble flew towards him, he couldn't help but realize that this was not just any ordinary rock. It had claimed two lives and was quickly gaining the attention of the battlefield.
Goblins were now keeping a close eye on the rock, sensing its value. One goblin, Kabab the mighty, picked it up and proclaimed his intention to slay all foes. As he prepared to throw the rock, the battlefield was filled with anticipation, wondering what new path the pebble would take in its quest for glory.
Kabab was the strongest of the goblins, known for his brute strength. He was the one who had claimed the pebble, and he was determined to use it to take down his enemies. With a fierce yell, he raised the pebble high above his head and readied himself for the throw of his life.
Just as he was about to unleash his attack, the pebble began to glow with an ethereal light. Kabab felt a strange sensation in his hand, as if the pebble was alive, pulsing with an ancient energy.
In that moment, he realized that this was no ordinary rock. It was a tool of destruction, a weapon of war, and he was honored to be its wielder.
With all his might, Kabab let the pebble fly, soaring through the air like a comet, leaving a trail of light behind it. The other goblins watched in awe as the pebble closed in on its target, its trajectory unerring, its impact inevitable.
THUNK!
The pebble connected with the enemy, and the ground shook with the force of the blow. The enemy was sent flying, and Kabab let out a triumphant roar.
The other goblins looked on in amazement, for the pebble was truly a weapon unlike any other. It had taken down two of their enemies with ease, and now it was in the hands of Kabab, their strongest warrior.
And with that, the tide of the battle turned. The goblins, inspired by the pebble's power, charged forward, determined to defeat their foes. And as they fought, the pebble continued to glow, leading the way and guiding their attacks.
It was a weapon worthy of a true ninja, a tool that could change the course of the battle. And as long as it was in the hands of the goblins, they knew that they would emerge victorious.
For this was the power of the pebble, a weapon that could not be defeated. And with it, the goblins would become the greatest warriors in all the land.
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