Chapitre 155: The Signs of Calamity - Part 3

Of course, fear was still there. Beam thought it always would be. But now he had the skills to easily overcome battles like this – he felt he had more room to move and try things out.

He plucked up one of the discarded goblin bows from the ground. It was about half the size of the bows that he was used to. But upon pulling back the twisted cordage that served as its string, he found that it still held a considerable amount of tension.

"These are well made…" he murmured. He'd known it already, but the state of such weapons – weapons that they had clearly made themselves – showed just how dangerous these horned goblins would be.

They'd shown the barest glimmerings of instinctual battle tactics as well – even ambushing him at the start. Had he been a lesser man, as soon as they managed to catch him unawares as they did and send him flying, then he would certainly be dead by now.

"Hm… What to do?" Beam murmured to himself as he twirled his sword in thought.