《The Goblin Nation》Vol 1 Chapter 8: Close Call [Stick POV]
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I rolled on my back and got up on my feet. Brother Sun is getting back up on his feet as well. He looked like he was aiming for... What's his name? Lint right.
"Halfling! Move away." Lint said as he slowly walks away. As he walks to me, I soon realized that these guys are slightly bigger than my brothers. All of them are. And if they're than my brothers, then what chances do I have to fight them off my mom? "Time Lint mate with woman."
I looked over to Sun, who was preparing to attack Lint. "Fuck off!" I yelled at him with confidence, even though my whole is sweating like a sponge being squeeze out of water.
"You watch tongue, halfling."
"What will you do to her if I do move away?"
"Everything." Lint licked his lips. Then Sun dashed towards him. Unfortunately, Cut grabbed his leg, and he fell to the floor. I looked around, hoping for Smoke and Rock to come and help. Both of them are fighting off their intruder. Fuck! It seems like I'm all alone on this one.
Lint looked behind him after hearing Sun's face hitting the floor. I took this chance to dash towards him, hitting him in the back of the hand. I expected him to fall to the floor, but he remained there standing, unfazed by my fist.
He turns his body to me. "Did you just hit me?" He said while his face is visibly red.
GULP*
He swings his right hand on me. I duck to dodge, but he followed with an uppercut. His knuckles carried me to the air. I could feel the air blow through my face. The lights penetrating the holes on the ceiling shines down on my eyes, blinding me. Time slowed down for me. It felt like I've been floating in the air for an hour until finally, I hit the floor.
BAM*
I tried to scream from the pain, but nothing came out — just small whizzing. Lint jumped on top of me. "You anger Lint. Lint kill you now." He said as he raises his right hand. He placed his left forearm on my upper chest, pinning me down to the ground.
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BANG*
He punched my head. My mouth tasted like iron. At least 2 of my teeth are gone. I grabbed Lint's legs, trying to push him off me to no avail.
BANG*
I can't breathe. The weight on my chest prevents me from taking in air.
BANG*
My mouth is full of blood.
BANG*
The light from penetrating the holes of the ceiling is casting down on my eyes, preventing me from seeing clearly. My mouth is filled to brim with blood and saliva. I squint my eyes to look at Lint. I see him putting his arms as far back as possible. His eyes were opened wide, filled with the intent to kill. The light continued to shine down on my eye.
Eyes.
Light.
Blind.
I think I have an idea. I gathered up all of the blood and saliva in my mouth, pushing them back on my throat. I launched spit on Lint's eyes. "Ah! Lint can't see!" He screams as he rubs his eyes. I took my left hand and punched him right on his crotch. What followed was the loudest scream I have ever heard in my entire life. That scream got my blood pumping. I stood back up again, while Lint was on his knees, grabbing on his crotch.
I charged at Lint, who was too busy coping with that agonizing pain. I extended my arm, ready to punch him, just like how Sun does it. As soon as I land a hit on him, I felt a shocking sensation spread travel along my arm. It was so painful that I couldn't help but let out a yelp from the sudden shock of pain. I staggered back and ended up slipping on a pool of my blood and sweat.
I looked at Lint, who was bewildered from my punch but was otherwise unaffected by it. He shakes his head, placed his thumb on one side of his nose, and blew out blood on the other. I get up my ass and stand with my fist up. My legs are still shaking from the pain, and my feet feel heavier than Rock. Oh yeah, maybe Rock can help me. I look over to him, but he was to busy taking on the other goblin the caretakers piled on earlier.
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Meanwhile, my caretaker, Pin, was looking at me, showing weird hand signals. She pointed at a wooden broom and made a motion of swings. She then pointed herself, then to me. The door she was holding was still being pushed by the goblins outside. If I can get to that, I can use it to fight Lint. But legs could barely move. I need to distract or the very least have something to stall him with.
"That was hard. You got good arm. You become good warrior." He grabs his right arm as he flexes it. He smiles at me. "Lint got gooder arms. Lint kill you with this."
I glanced down at my feet to look at the wet floor. Maybe I can make him slip? Then once he looses his balance, I can make a run for the broomstick. I back away slowly, creating distance between us. "I don't know about that? I may be small, but I can take a hit."
"True. Lint make you fly and fall, but still, stand up."
"Maybe you're just not that strong."
"Hahaha," He laughed. "You halfling. So funny."
"Hey, I'm just saying. I'm still here standing, ready to fight. Meanwhile, you're there busy talking. I feel like you were just scared that I'll hit your ball sack again."
I expected a reply, but no, Lint went straight into fight mode. I had to react fast; I ran towards to broomstick. Behind me, Lint tried to readjust his body to make the turn but ended up slipping on the wet floor, just as I planned.
I got to the broomstick. I turned around and saw Lint an arm's length from me. He shoulder-bashed me to the wall. I fell to the floor as he steps back, ready to hit me with his knee. Pin tackles him before he could beat me. Lint struggled to get Pin off of him. Pin grabbed him from the back, then she rolls over, exposing Lint.
"Hit him Stick!" Pin yelled.
I took the opportunity and attacked Lint with the broom. He blocks most of my strikes with his arms. I switched from a downward swinging to thrusting to get in between the spaces of his guard. I hit him in his chest. He gritted his teeth from the pain. I pulled back, ready to hit him again, but he grabbed the broom.
Pin removed her arms off his chest and placed it on his neck. I started to kick him so he would let go of the broom, but he still won't let go.
I swayed back and forth, trying to get the broom back again. Pin tightens her chokehold, but he still won't let go.
His hands continued to climb up the broomstick as he pulls it closer to him. I struggle to pull it back, but instead, I was pulled even closer to him. Finally, his hands reached my left arm, and he squeezed them. I can feel my muscles going numb from the pressure. If he kept his hand on me, he could have easily broken my bones, but something else distracted our attention.
SWOOSH*
Finally, Lint lets go. I tripped and fell to the ground from using all my energy to pull the broom. I stood back up. Meanwhile, Pin released Lint from her grab, and both parties looked terrified. We looked at the direction of the sound. As we watch, a dismembered arm fell from the air and onto the floor.
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