Adventures Of The Ero Bunny-Chapter 36: First Hobgoblin

Normal goblins were already so fascinatingly terrifying in their appearance and demeanor, but now we were looking at something that just made us more unsettled and 'scared' about what could be.

Normally a goblin was between four and five feet tall, wiry in frame and scrappy to boot, with an engorged penis that promised pain and pleasure in equal abundance if they managed to get their clawed, grimy hands on you; that was terrifying since it meant they were fighting to degrade you, but they also had no hesitation in killing you if they needed to.

In comparison the thing staring back at me right now was horrifying because it was just so... 'human' in appearance and attitude, standing just under six feet tall and with far more muscle then its stunted cousins.

Still quite thin and lithe, but where the goblins looked like starved... well, goblins, these hobgoblins looked like they were just normal people who trained and put on some compact, explosive muscle that wasn't for show.

Chiseled and lithe, built for speed and bursts of power, the hobgoblin I was staring at emphasized that idea even more with the broken, sharpened bone it used as a sword, the thin, calcified weapon giving it reach and precision that it could work wonders with.

Just like its stunted cousins though the hobgoblin was draped in crude furs and leathers, but it also had a few scattered pieces of armor from dead adventurers clinging to its body, protecting most of it from harm.

And almost identical to the goblins from before it was staring at me with lust, the long bulge traveling down its pants leg making it obvious that the hobgoblin only had sex on the mind, but where the goblins hoped to convince me to have sex by swinging their cocks around the hobgoblin was clearly looking to rape me.

That was where we were at right now; Ulya was fighting to my left and Izzy had just put down her own hobgoblin so that she could move onto the three goblins nearby, leaving me with the final hobgoblin and a chance to prove myself even more.

The hammer felt a little heavier in my hands as I faced a monster that was just as tall as I was, the exponential power increase between this and the goblins I had been facing getting to me mentally already, even before the battle began.

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And yet I found Izzy's previous words somewhat encouraging; this was just another goblin, it just happened to be a little taller and more fit, but otherwise it was a monster that only had sex and death on the mind, something I could make use of.

It wasn't thinking of feints or footwork, of counters or openers, but it was thinking of how it could knock my hammer aside and tear my armor away to reveal my flesh, which it would mark as it pinned me down and had its way with me.

Gripping the haft of my weapon even tighter than before, I took a deep breath and stared back at the monster before stepping forwards, ignoring the fanged grin it bared me as it stepped forwards to meet me.

The growl didn't match its grin though, and as I rolled out my shoulders and got myself mentally prepared for this fight the hobgoblin lunged forwards and stabbed at my shoulder, that chipped bone sword looking sharp enough to punch through my boiled leather armor and sink into the softer flesh beneath.

Twisting myself to the side I stepped past the hobgoblin as it stumbled forwards past me, my hammer still held steadily in my hands as I watched it spin on its heel and swing that sword wide, almost catching me off guard.

It was clear that the hobgoblin wasn't as useless as the goblins from before, capable of recovering from something quite quickly and more than capable of applying constant pressure to me.

But I wasn't completely useless either; sure I had only fought idiots, but I had the capabilities and the mentality to go ahead and swing this hammer back at the hobgoblin before it could continue forwards, its own swing missing me by a hair.

Raising it above my head and hurtling it towards the ground, the hammer narrowly missed the hobgoblin's head but still connecting with its arm, which shattered immediately and turned into a mangled mess.

It growled again, adrenaline pumping through its veins as it fought for survival now, that sword piercing the air as it traveled for my throat, only to be batted aside as I used the haft of the hammer to defend myself.

When its blade sliced past me and was uselessly cutting the air the hobgoblin tried to use its other hand to grab at my torso, but before it could do so I smacked the end of the haft into its stomach, doubling it over.

Stepping back from the monster I immediately raised my hammer again, striking it in the back and breaking its spine in a single, powerful blow that ended this fight immediately, blood gushing out of the monster's mouth as its organs were rattled and lacerated thanks to the shards of bone bouncing around.

It was a gruesome death, but after I flattened it to the ground I struck the back of its neck just in case, using the bottom of the haft once more and snapping the spine in a second spot to finish it off completely, getting my first kill on something a bit stronger then before.

I... don't know why I was so acclimated already to this sort of thing, why I could fight and view fighting as necessary so quickly, but I did know that accepting it made it easier to acclimate, and I had already accepted that this was going to be my life.

That I was going to live a life that might be worthy of a novel of some kind, that I was living some sort of life that might be in an anime or manga that I would have read in my previous life; that was my mindset, and the moment I thought of myself like a character in a book the more I was able to accept everything I needed to do... and to start doing it like that character should do it.