Adventures Of A Goblin

Dana is aware that if she just stabs the kobold's, the same outcome as the first one, is what will end up happening.

But, if the Kobold has nowhere to get pushed back to once it's body makes contact with the sword, it will be forced in a standstill position while the sword has no choice but to get through its body.

She had pushed the kobold to the wall earlier so she could put her thoughts into demonstration, to see what results it will bear, and she was right.

It happened exactly as she had pictured it would. The kobold with its back rested against the wall, could not get pushed back any further, giving the sword the opportunity to go deeper than it normally would on its body.

Dexter was left speechless when he saw the outcome her thinking process led to.

He was amazed that in such a short span of time, facing a kobold for the very first time, she was able to collect information from it, and put it into practice within minutes of just gaining the intellect.

"is this, what they call a genius?".

He was fascinated by her brilliant mind that was able to deduct and analyze her opponent within minutes.

Dexter feared that he might have been wrong about her train of thoughts.

She was not just being boastful for no reason, she was being overconfident in herself because she knows what she is capable of, and what her limits are.

It is he who is in the wrong, he who is thinking of her as just an ordinary ten year old child, when in fact, she is more than that.

Dexter now understands that he has actually being the one holding her back all this while, and he needs to start loosening his reign on her.

She is a brilliant ten year old girl who has shown to be able to accommodate and adapt to strict circumstances.

What he needs to do now, is not to put limits on her, but to let her free, and see just how far she can go, to know, where her limits stops at.

Dexter relaxed himself and watched Dana's fight against the four kobold's, knowing his presence would not be necessary.

Dana had incapacitated one kobold with her sword stuck in its shoulder, and its body rested against the wall.

She left her sword still hanging in its shoulder, and she stretched out her hands toward the kobold.

When her hands had gotten to its face, Dana singled out two fingers, one from her right hand, and one from her left hand.

She singled them out, and used it to poke the two eyes of the Kobold, sinking it deep into its eyeballs and made sure she bursted it before withdrawing her fingers.

When she had confirmed that the deed has been done on the Kobold, Dana pulled her hand out of its eyes and took a hold of her sword, withdrawing it from its shoulder.

The kobold's eyes bleed out blood, it's eyeballs completely smashed in and now unrecognizable as an eyeball.

The three kobolds were already coming after Dana the moment she had pushed that one kobold to the wall, and carried out her brutal attacks on it.

She left that one kobold alone in its state of agony, a state where it was no longer a threat to her, and she went ahead to focus on the other three kobold running toward her.

Dana bent her upper body downward to evade the Kobold that had swung its hand with the intention of hitting her with.

Sliding past the Kobold who had its hand stretched out at her, she was met with the two other kobold's coming from its back.

She did not bother picking herself off the ground, and instead, she positioned her legs in a way that would allow her to roll the rest of her body while still kneeling on the ground.

With her body still spinning, Dana rolled all the way to the middle of the two kobold, and she reached out her sword that also partook in the rolling process.

She used the sword to cut the two kobolds leg consecutively, until she rolled passed them.

The sword did not go in deep enough, but it did manage to give them some slight cut in their legs.

Dana hastily got herself up with her sword supporting her, and she turned over to the Kobolds who are still in distress with the wound she had caused.

She did not think too much, nor give the kobolds anytime to recollect themselves over the wound, as she lunged at them, throwing her sword at the Kobold that came at her with its hand, then kicked the Kobold that was on her left side in its knee, and with the right one, she gave it a jab on its neck.

Her movements were fast with none of them wasted on unnecessary stress, only going after the parts she had her eyes on.

With her fast reflexes, Dana managed to put the three kobold in a frenzy, but even she knew that it was only temporarily, and they would soon regain themselves in a while.

That while however, is not something they are opportuned to have. It was more than enough time for Dana to carry on with her next course of theorized action.

Dana hastily placed her two hands on the head of the kobold that was on her right side, and in one go, she twisted the neck at an angle that a neck should not be capable of turning over to.

She moved on to the next kobold that was on her left side, and punched its stomach, before jumping on its head and also doing the same thing to its head.

The two kobolds dropped down to the ground sounding lifeless with their heads turned in a very disturbing position.

She carried on, going after the kobold she had thrown her sword over to before facing the two.

The sword had hit the kobold and gotten stuck by the stomach side, with the Kobold about to draw out the sword from its stomach when it noticed that something was shadowing its view.

Dana had her hands on the kobold's hand holding unto the handle of her sword that is embedded in its stomach.

She with a cunning and merciless expression, pushed the kobold's hand, and the kobold's hand in turn, pushed the handle of the sword further into its stomach.

The horror and torment that the kobold went through in that moment, was very well visible on its face.

It opened its mouth and about to scream out loud, but Dana did not give it the opportunity to.

With her other hand that was free, she clenched her fist, and buried it into the kobold's face, withdrawing it and pushing it in further.

Every thrust of her fist to its face, left its face in shambles, and her hand getting dirtied with its blood and saliva.