Both goblins were twittering unhappily, nervous with fear, but one was more vocal than the other, enough to draw the attention of the Half-Titan. It watched it for a second, before reaching out with an irritated fist.
The Horned-Goblin's head was trapped within those vice-like Konbreaker claws before it even knew what had happened. There was a soft murmur, as it finally quietened down. But it was far too late by now. The Half-Titan vented its irritation. With a single slight squeeze, the goblin's head exploded.
Fragments of skull, brain and blood drifted to the floor. A headless torso collapsed with it. Like that, without even raising another finger, another one of Beam's enemies had been dealt with. But it was not as though that death came for free. The Half-Titan's actions quietened its subordinates.
They finally stopped looking to run away from Beam, as they realized that there was just as fearsome an enemy right at their backs, and now they'd plonked themselves in front of it.
Beam noted a flash of movement coming from behind him. His back had been towards the Gorebeasts the whole time. It seemed that their predatory nature could hardly resist such an offering. Or perhaps it was the display they'd witnessed from their leader – the fear of antagonizing it just as the Horned-Goblin had, perhaps that was what gave them the extra gal they needed to launch that attack.
But Beam had clocked their coming long before. His awareness of his surroundings was still a major weakness. He had a clumsiness to him, in mind and in body, that he struggled to rectify. There would be moments of brilliance in the most complicated of tasks, but then he would fail to notice something mundane.
He noticed this, though, for it had been part of his plan from the start. Though he moved like a monster, he did not completely abandon all wisdom of the human mind.
The soldiers called out to him.
Even with a good portion of the enemy dealt with, the battle was still far from over. The main issue – the immovable boulder that was the Half-Titan – still lived. Not a single wound had been inflicted upon it.
Seeing that, Beam felt dissatisfaction well-up inside him. He was moving better than he had before. He was able to overcome enemy defences and encirclements faster than he ever had before. But he could still feel that it wasn't enough. He'd seen the enemies in the forest, the shadows of the woods. Their supply of monsters was nearly endless.
If he couldn't dispatch of a Half-Titan with ease, then how would he fare against two of them?
The magnitude of the calamity capable of causing these kinds of repeated monster attacks – it stood to reason that such a calamity would be far greater in strength than the monsters themselves. Speed was of the essence, strength was of the essence. This needed to be easy, Beam told himself.
The next cloud of arrows went flying. Beam ran with them.
Finally, the Half-Titan stepped forward. It used that shell on the front of its body, and easily repelled the arrows before they embedded their way onto the goblins that it had behind it.
The goblins were lucky that it did, for they were nearly frozen to the spot with fear. They knew that if they even showed the slightest signs of moving, then this cruel general of theirs would reach out with that stone-crushing grip and shatter their heads, just as they had seen it do before.
With the Half-Titan finally up front, it seemed as though it had given up playing the role of the commander. It gave a clack with its beak and the goblin archers loaded their bows behind it.
The final spear wielder amongst them was left with nothing to do aside from shiver, but that did not escape their leader's attention. It gave an order, but the creature didn't move. Beam could guess what the Half-Titan had asked of it.