The goblin scrambled to its feet.
It was covered in blood, and festering corruption was spreading around its wounds.
However, he was still defiant.
"I love your tenacity; it is commendable!" Arin praised him; there was no mockery in his voice, but genuine appreciation, "Do you want to serve me?"
"Nah!" the goblin spat blood on floor, "Me little, King little, friend. Me, King Life Friend.
We dream of a strong Goblin, Goblin Kingdom, ruling all, with all heads bowed to Goblin.
King shows a dream; we love. We love, we die, we get dreams true.
I bow to King only. No, you human!"
Saying this, it roared, charging at Arin in a last, desperate attack.
Arin sidestepped at the last second, spinning and driving one dagger into the goblin's back.
The creature shrieked, but before it could react, Arin's other blade plunged into its neck.
Blood sprayed across the ground as the goblin collapsed, its body twitching before going still.
