Rattled to their core by the Hero's magic, the Goblin Group was fleeing in panic, driven by their innate cowardice.
But they didn't get far before a longsword whipped up a gale that filled the tunnel, slashing them all into pieces.
"Ugh, there's really not much room to get fancy here, the sewers are too narrow."
The Warrior Guild Leader shook his head in frustration; the standard longsword he hastily grabbed felt like a toy in his hands.
Though the sewers were spacious enough for the Hero to run back and forth, they still seemed quite cramped for his large frame.
"Hehe, it looks like our holy... the lady recognized by the sword has done quite well; these goblins are all engulfed in fear."
The Cruising Bishop spoke with a gentle expression, tripping a fleeing goblin with his foot without any visible effort; the goblin shattered into flesh and blood upon falling, like a toppled snowman.
