Goblin Slayer 01-12
Then the ambush came.
She cast Protection around Goblin Slayer’s body. Not a wall. A cage. The goblins clawed at the divine barrier, shrieking. It would hold for maybe ten seconds. Goblin Slayer 01-12
The Guild receptionist, a kind woman with tired eyes, had explained: He only takes goblin quests. No one else will work with him. He smells. He’s rude. But if you want to survive, you’ll go with him. Then the ambush came
She crumpled. The goblin’s knife cut air. In the next heartbeat, his blade was through the creature’s throat. A cage
He caught her staring. He did not look away.
He did not take off his helmet to eat. He did not drink alcohol. He did not speak of his past, but the High Elf Archer—who had joined them after an argument about whether goblins could be reasoned with (they could not)—once found him staring at a ruined farmhouse. His gauntlets had trembled.