Chapter 67. Victory of Humanity (7)
The scar-faced man bolted with a mighty roar. "Waaaah!"
The two others followed closely behind, fleeing in the same direction toward the goblin settlement.
Escaping toward the cave entrance would have been more natural, but I was blocking that path. Instead, they chose to flee deeper into the forest, putting their hunting comrades between themselves and me. They must have calculated that their familiarity with the terrain would give them an advantage.
So, they plan to hide.
Their hesitation-free escape showed careful preplanning. Not only the scar-faced man, but the others moved quickly and decisively as well.
"Why are they running all of a sudden?"
"What the hell are they doing?"
One of the men whose wrist I held scowled and drew a short blade from his waist, aiming to stab it into the narrow slit of my helmet. "Hey! Just attack!"
Clink.
His fingers didn't feel the soft rupture of an eyeball. Instead, they encountered an empty void. The blade, designed for dismantling, slid effortlessly through helmet's slit, meeting no resistance.
Screech. Screech.