“Damn it!” Blocking an attack with his sword, he used his feet to push against the side of an incoming knife.

During the moment, physically, he was pretty fine, minus some sore areas. But mentally, he was slowly getting drained. He could not just focus on attacking and defending as the goblin was truly a slippery one.

Despite the difficulty, he still persisted. Looking a bit to the left, he could see Cestelia, the woman with the bow and dagger, and the man next to her working the best they can.

Talent was not what determined the fight, instead, it was determination.

As Chrisel kept defending against the goblin’s attack, the man who had appeared a bit late was handling the two creatures.

Not even taking a second to breathe, he slammed a heavy-spiked mace against one of the creature’s arms, causing it to give a small shriek, signaling the pain that it received.

Compared to the one that Yuu fought, it seemed like out of the two, one of them specialized in agility while the other specialized in magic.

Looking at them, the man stared at them with a curious yet serious face. While he was known to be a man with no brains in combat, he did like learning about biology and was curious about how they functioned and whether each creature had its own unique trait to them.

Not wanting to be distracted for too long, the man lifted his mace, preparing to slam it towards their leg. Aiming towards the one specializing in magic, as he was running he suddenly jumped from where he was at and barely blocked against a spike that had suddenly appeared beneath him.

While the man was glad the creature did not specialize in something like fire, which would make the experience dreadful as he didn’t have much of a way to defend against attacks like that, he still sighed upon seeing how the creature would take every move to constantly keep him at an unbalanced stance.

Failing in his first attempt, he picked up speed once more before jumping in the air, barely missing a spike made of dirt. It grazed the metal leggings, causing a disgusting sound to travel through the field.

As he was about three feet in the air, taking a bit of time to descend, the creature that specialized in agility quickly approached, taking its spear and thrusting it towards the man’s head.

Expecting for this to happen, the man gripped the tip of the spear, causing him to make a strained face, but nevertheless, he used the tip of the spear to accelerate his movement. As if he had suddenly jumped on a vine and was hopping off immediately after, he quickly approached like a plane descending, using both of his hands to prepare his mace to attack.

“Grabh!” the creature yelled, taking a step back while creating a miniature wall to separate him and the man.

“Cirse le mun hu!” Yelling, the creature spoke in a weird accent as if it was actually trying to speak. But having heard it chant its spells, the man wielding the mace knew that the creature was just spouting random nonsense.

If there was one thing that made the creature incomprehensible, it would have to be the fact that there were stitches and dark flesh glued to the area around its mouth. Compared to a normal mouth, its left side had an extremely tall gap, with its lip retruding to the heavens while the right side was as small as an ant.

Even just seeing a bit inside its mouth showed how screwed up its body was. Even a circus dedicated to presenting freaks would not hire that creature to participate for a round.

“Gardu!” As if it were a spoiled baby, the creature yelled at his companion before causing the ground around the man to shake.

Sensing that he would not be able to get out of the area of effect, he jumped into the air, putting some distance between him and the creature that used magic.

As he was focused on the creature, he did not notice the incoming creature that he should have been aware of.

“Arg!” He yelled as saliva came out of his mouth. Despite getting hit, being sent a few feet from his original location, he suddenly gripped his mace, slamming it below him.

While this would seem like a futile attempt, as it was not an object to pierce through the ground to maintain stability, as soon as his body started to touch the ground, it became clear as to why he did that.

The ground around him shook, causing small stone and dirt spikes to rise up where he would land.

With him hitting the ground with his mace, the ground below exploded into many pieces, flying through the air while the dust roamed around.

But even with a successful landing, he immediately scoured the area before heading towards the creature that wielded magic. Time was not on his side and the creature that specialized in agility would be his biggest nightmare if he was not careful.

Though as he had expected, a fist came crashing down onto his body. Barely blocking it with his mace and a blue transparent barrier, he gripped the mace in his hand before aiming it towards the creature in front of him.

“Die you bast-” as he was speaking, he felt a small sharp pain on his arm. The mace that he was wielding, the mace that he used putting all his trust into, the object that kept him alive and winning, fell down to the ground in a split second.

“Why can’t I move my arm!?” he looked slightly to the right as he panicked. Barely being able to see past the creature’s enormous body, he saw the hideous mouthed creature in the distance giggling like a maniac.

It did not take him longer than a second to realized what had happened. He had been inflicted with a spell that paralyzed a small area on his body. He did not know when this had happened, but all he knew was that this was the worst time that he could have been stuck in.

Even though he made the decision to sprint away, as soon as his foot took a single step, he saw the creature in front of him raise its arm, preparing the weapon that would kill him.

From his perspective, it was thin. Nothing but a mere dot against the bright blue skies. Yet, even so, he could feel his heart rate rising. It felt like everything slowed down, with him being the center of the world. Yet even this slow motion-like feeling would not save him.

Just as the weapon would have descended, he heard a shout from someone nearby, “Go!”

The creature’s focus immediately wavered from the man towards the source of the voice as it had felt something. Noticing something coming its way, it immediately slashed the air in front of it, breaking a glass bottle that glew with a particular light.

“Garh!” It shouted as flames appeared on its body. With no magic, it rolled around, panicking as to what it should do.

Taking this time to ditch, the man grabbed the mace with his other hand and fled the scene before seeing seven people approach.

“About damn time!” he said while smiling.

“Sir Regen, are you alright?” A woman wearing heavy armor ran towards him, looking at him with genuine concern.

“Yes. I’m just tired and my arm is slightly paralyzed, though this will go away soon. But seven people… It will still be hard to kill the two and with Rena fighting against them goblins…” he looked towards the archer who was sweating bullets trying to prevent the goblins from running the group over.

“Hmm, indeed. We need to hurry up,” the female knight said. “Luckily, our companion over here had a flammable item, or else we wouldn’t be able to save you.” Looking to her right, she introduced a man carrying a scythe with a slime on his head. The man next to her with none other than Yuu.

“Thank you,” Regen said.

“Just doing what a normal person should be doing, helping their comrades,” trying to be polite, Yuu waved it off as a normal act.

“Still an act that saved my life.”

Seeing the two finishing their small conversation, the female knight spoke to the two and the others around her, “We need to hurry and kill those two things. More reinforcement won’t come for a good bit, let’s go!”