I shove into a harpie upon my fall down, which results in slowing me a bit.

  To show my gratitude, I grab that bitch with me and break her spine before landing.

  Thanks to that harpie, I slowed down enough to not break any bones. It’s a little miracle which will allow me to continue in my extermination.

  The battlefield is pure chaos. I’m looking for my sword, but the only thing I’m seeing are goblins falling out of the skies and harpies being swarmed up on the ground.

  Harpies' goal seems to be catching goblins as food I would guess, since they’re dragging the killed goblins in the direction of their huge nest.

  On the other side goblins, not to my surprise, are just classically doing filthy things before killing them.

  They use themselves as bait and when the harpie descends to grab them, others jump on her back and pin her to the ground.

  Oh, I see my sword. It’s right next to one of the skeins of goblins and harpie.

  Just for the pleasure, I smash the goblin skein, firstly diagonally then horizontally - I don’t like perverts.

  No one on the battlefield is giving me attention anymore. From my own personal masacre playground, it turned into a battle between two factions.

  I thought as I took down from the sky another harpie trying to grab me.

  ***

  The inside is way calmer than I would have thought. I imagined it like an ant hill when attacked - pure chaos as the ants-goblins are surging out to attack the attacker.

  Yet it seems quite empty from the hole in the wall where I am standing.

  Sure, there are some goblins and even hobgoblins running in all directions, but there are less of them than I would expect.

  I finally get the desired attention from the hobgoblins, but they don’t stand a chance anymore against me solo, as I’m fully in the “combat mode”, immersed in the joy it brings me.

  The mall is quite big and as I’m running through its passages slaying every goblin on sight, I get lost.

  It’s frustrating. I can hear the goblin screaks all around, yet I can’t find any of them anymore.

  “Hey sweeties, wheeeere aaaaare youuuuuu?”

  The sounds of a battle continue coming from outside, the same as the sound of the goblins falling from the sky on the roof of the mall.

  I wander through the abandoned shops full of rotten things and improvised campsites. The goblins really live like a scum.

  That’s until I go through some grocery shop and on the other side of it get out above a main passage.

  As confused as I am, it doesn't matter that much since I found what I’ve been looking for.

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  Down below, on the mall’s main passage, there’s a throne made of bones. Such a classy thing. On it is sitting the fattest, ugliest goblin I’ve ever seen. To his left, a shriveled shaman hunched over a staff, with piercings all over his body. Disgusting. To his right - three fancy looking folks.

  There are also normal goblins working as servants, but I don't have much more time for examination as the wannabe king takes notice of me.

  He shouts something at the three cinderellas on his right and points at me.

  “Greetings to you too, ugly ass motherfucker!” I wave at him back.

  The three of them start walking in my direction, even though I have no idea how they are planning to reach me up there… I guess I’ll have to help them and jump down.

  One of the three is clearly an assassin - the most annoying class possible, with two small daggers. He’s gonna definitely be dodging my every attack until I get some stupid idea and catch him off guard.

  Next one is a brute for sure with his massive war axe and muscles even on his forehead, recognizable easily.

  For the last one I have to reevaluate my previous saying about the assassin type guys being the most annoying ones. This fucker has a big spiked ball on a long fucking chain.

  I jump down, floor by floor until I reach the bottom and stand before the throne, my path blocked by the three wannabe musketeers.

  The assassin, let’s rename him to “Swiftie”, disappears immediately in the stealth, which is all I get to see before having to step aside, the Spikey flying past me.

  Only one relatively chill is the muscle man - just calmly walking towards me.

  My examination time is over again, with Spikey coming back - the attached chain ready to wrap around me. I should’ve realized it sooner, since it’s definitely something I don't wanna let happen.

  I drop on the ground, the chain whirls over me and before I can get up, Swiftie appears above me. My ear only barely escapes the fate of that Van Gogh, Swifties dagger clank against the floor millimetres next to my head. I give him a knee into the stomach followed by an elbow aimed for head. Although the knee surprised him, he evades the elbow with ease and disappears again.

  The musclehead is still going.

  Another chain rattle is in the air, this time coming from above. I step aside letting Spikey bite into the ground, but again forget about the damned chain. It whips above me with a soundbreaking power, the chain extending beyond the impact point, forcing me into a limbo move. I turn it into a roll behind, already expecting Swifties attack. Their pattern is so predictable.

  He tries to get a quick stab in but I block it and go after him before he can vanish again. The tip of my handle hit his chin, sadly not hardly enough - he’s still conscious. Naturally, he become invisible right after.

  All of this happened merely in a fraction of second, If I didn’t move forward to hit Swiftie, I would have been dead by now.

  Oh, I see. The power of the chain hurling behind the landing spot made the ball shoot in its direction.

  Okay, Swiftie is not that bad - the ball guy is way worse, he just became my priority number one.

  Yeah it’s time to stop playing around.

  I surge after the chain guy, already counting him as dead. And I learn the hard way that I shouldn’t underestimate my opponents. He wraps the remaining chain around my sword, weakening it enough so he can slip under the blow while also keeping enough of the chain in reserve for slapping me with it across my chest.

  It took my breath also and sent me stumbling backwards. I may have been a little off, until an unpleasant feeling of an unnamed ball coming back.

  I snap out of it with a clear decision in my mind -

  I could dodge, block but instead I chose violence. Surging again towards the dickhead who already moved away, this time he’s completely defenceless as his hands are still in the pull back movement.

  He’s cut diagonally, from his crotch all the way up to his head.

  The musclehead seems like processing what just happened, purely to the moment the both halves of the chain guy hit the ground. Only then he wakes up, mouth wide open and roaring at me.

  I think he might be a bit slower in head.

  He starts running but I’m already ignoring him, my sword moving behind my back to block the incoming daggers. Because I had enough annoying shitty-shitters, I just barbarically surge right into him before he can vanish again, getting a stab into stomach but also pushing the sword against his neck, decapitating him in an instant.

  That leaves the brute who’s already behind me, leaving me no space to do anything else than block. He sends me into the wall. “Argh.”

  I'll peel myself away from that wall just in time for his axe to miss me and hack into the wall.

  Beautiful opportunity for me to slay him you would say, right? Wrong. He abandons the axe without thinking and I get a hook into my face. I am swept to the ground once again.

  My injuries are starting to take their toll - the blood loss sucks. And I have to yet, beside this muscle dummy, fight a double boss fight?