Chapter 7: Choice
The Hobgoblin roared with rage, violently shaking his body in a desperate attempt to get rid of Isaac. His huge clawed hands reached out to grab him, sweeping the air in frenzied movements. Isaac felt the wind of the blows pass inches from him, each missed move of the monster only a warning of what awaited him if he was caught.
'Don't let go, not now!'
Clenching the hilt of his katana between his teeth, he held on with all the strength he had left. His body was on fire, his muscles trembling from the effort, but he couldn't let go now. He dug his fingers into the monster's tunic, desperately seeking a stable hold.
A sudden movement and he was almost thrown backwards. His foot suddenly slipped on the monster's sweaty skin and he lost his balance for a moment. One of the hobgoblin's hands passed close by, brushing against his back. He panicked briefly. If he fell now, it would all be over.
He closed his eyes for a moment, forcing his battered body to obey him.
- 'Strength, honour, courage.'
His fingers tightened, his legs tensed and he climbed a little higher. He managed to grab hold of the monster's massive shoulders, his breath coming in short gasps, his heart beating so hard he thought his whole body was vibrating under the pressure.
The hobgoblin, finally realising the danger, roared and spun around like an angry bull. Isaac felt himself being tossed from side to side, his stomach churning with each jolt. His vision blurred slightly under the effort and fatigue.
'If I don't finish this now, he'll kill me.'
He released the pressure of his teeth on the katana and caught it in mid-air. His gaze fixed on his objective.
'The eyes.'