Dra-Goon Moves

I quickly make haste towards the goblin camp, every moment I waste is time that the captured villagers don't have. Up ahead I can see the open space they're inhabiting. There isn't enough time to look for the hostages because up ahead I see the goblin sentry. It's repulsive green figure covered in only a dirty cloth. It seems they've armed themselves with the tools from the village they raided.

I silently hide behind a tree, I can feel my heartbeat in my ears, the saliva in my mouth dries up, and my senses are on full throttle. I only have one chance, I'm definitely not strong enough to fight it head on. Unsheathing my short sword I grip the handle tightly until my knuckles whiten. I grit my teeth thinking to myself, "if I don't have the courage to save these people how will I ever become a hero!?" I take a deep breath, my nervousness has seemingly disappeared and all that's left is absolute focus

~*swoosh*~

The wind suddenly blows in the goblin encampment, the sentry at the front closes its eyes due to the picking up of dust. It was a short moment, but it was all the time Gil needed to attack. Sprinting out from the cover of the tree, he cuts the distance between him and the sentry holding a pitchfork. The Goblin finally opens its eyes to see a boy and is about to raise the alarm to its fellow goblins, "KUEE...!" Brief panic sweeps his eyes, but it doesn't stop him from thrusting his sword through its eye all the way through. As he's panting for breath, "hah hahh," the other goblins take this time to surround him. He steps on the dead goblin and pulls his sword out. Facing 6 goblins all standing at his height of about 120cm, all armed with various tools.

Resolving himself to face almost insurmountable odds, he readies himself into an optimal battle stance. However, behind the goblins comes a larger and more muscular one armed with a sword. Cackling at the boy treating him as no more than an ant, signals the rest of the goblins to attacks. The first one approaching at a speed faster than him with a sickle attempts to bisect him. Out of reflex he raises his sword to block the hit, only to be flung a few feet away. Managing to maintain his balance he slides to a stop. His arms tingling with numbness at the strength of the strike. Meanwhile the other goblins starts laughing at him, but he doesn't waver.

Seemingly annoyed at the boy, the sickle goblin once again rushes at him with an overhead slash ready. With an idea in mind he tenses the muscles in his legs with his sword readied into a thrust. At the last possible second he shoots forward using both of their momentum to stab straight into the head of the sickle goblin. He gets covered in blood and gray matter as the lifeless body slumps over him. The other goblins have stopped laughing and fuming over their ally's defeat. Using their frustration as a distraction, he throws off the sickle goblin's body and grabs his sword and readies himself once again.

One of the goblins throws his axe at Gil with great force as it swooshes through the air. Barely being able to dodge the incoming axe, he sidesteps as the axe slashes through his clothes opening a gash in his chest and dyeing his white tunic red. Not believing his chances in facing 5 goblins at once, he runs into the forest meanwhile the Goblin leader gives instructions to the remaining 5 goblins. Causing the leader to roar for them to give chase. All the while he hides in a bush near the tree the axe had planted itself in. He quickly tries to calm his breathing as he lays in wait gripping his sword ready to make a surprise attack.

He looks out from inside the bush, hearing the steps of one goblin. Making sure not to blink, he waits until the goblin who threw the axe comes into sight. Lunging from the bush he makes another attempt to impale the goblin. Only for it to dodge leaving a gash on its left eye and letting out a loud cry, "GUEAAAH!" Using his own failed attempt as momentum he pivots on his food making a quick thrust impaling another goblin. Tired both physically and mentally, he wills himself to continue. While he tries to pull out his sword, he gets blindsided with a blow to his ribs from a goblin with a hoe. *crack* He lets out a mixture of blood, saliva and air as he's flung into the forest. Barely being able to think he stabs his sword into the ground to stop himself from being dragged further. He looses his grip and stops when he hits into a tree.

With his back against the tree, trying to catch his breath through pained wheezes. His eyelids feel heavy, threatening to close, but keeps his cloudy gaze in front of him. Then two goblins approach him with a pitchfork and hoe, cackling at his sorry state. Raising their weapons ready to end his life, seemingly with no hope of escaping this situation and no signs of a hero to save him with dramatic timing. Instead of feeling fear or dread, a power rises inside of him. With newfound energy and adrenaline, moments before his life is reaped by farm tools. He speaks the words that came to him during this desperate time, "Ignis Aurum..."

As he finishes his chant he was surrounded by a burst of black flames with a golden aura surrounding them. Instantly burning everything within 2 feet of him, including the two goblins who screeched in horror as they turned to ash. After the flames disappeared, Gil's clothes which were burned away was now replaced with new revealing clothes. From afar it looked like a black tight fit fabric with a gold luster. However if you look closely you would see it was comprised of what looked like scales. The most noticeable change was that his feet were now three claws that blended into the pants of the suit.

A/N: Dragon "Armor" & Scale pattern/color.

With his newfound form he found himself to be stronger and faster than before. As well as a new energy inside of his body. The strange part was that this felt natural but at the same time there was something wrong. However, those are concerns for later because he still needs to save the villagers. So, rushed into the forest finding the remaining two goblins and crushing their heads with a strong punch. The life and death struggle that he had with them a few moments ago seemed like a joke to him now. A wicked grin formed on his face as he felt joy in being able to surpass his enemies. However, his smile didn't last when he remembered that deviant goblin leader with a sword. He didn't know how he could know, but he knew that it was several times stronger than the goblin cronies. Steeling himself for the upcoming battle he clenched his fist as he quickly made his way to the encampment.

When he arrived he saw something which made his expression darken and fill eyes with fury, disgust and contempt. In front of him was the goblin leader sitting on a shabby throne, chewing on what seemed to be the remains of a villager. Worst of all there was a girl with eyes devoid of life, who had seemingly been used at a plaything for the goblins. Her body covered I filth, scratches and bruises. Meanwhile, the Goblin looked at the boy in surprise at his change and appearance, but most of all his change in strength. With a wicked smile on its face as he threw the villager remains and arose from his 'throne'. He then stepped on the empty shell of a once bright villager girl turning her into scattered remains under his foot.

Gil gritted his teeth seething in anger, biting his lip till it drew blood. He knew that if he just charged in it would only end in death. Instead his eyes made a quick sweep, in the back he could spot a cage full of village girls. Besides being absolutely terrified and covered in dirt they seemed relatively ok. Lamenting that he came too late to save the village men and the unfortunate villager girl, he resolved himself to save the rest. Inwardly he sighed with relief that he could still save some of them. With a cold look adorned, he looked directly at his last enemy. The Goblin angry that his provocation didn't work, quickly lost his wicked smile.

For a few moments the area was at a standstill as two enemies faced each other down. Then Gil proceeded to walk in a menacing but calm manner towards the goblin who slowly unsheathed his sword. In the background you could see frightened village girls clasping their hands together, praying that they will be rescued from this nightmare. Meanwhile their loved ones back at the village are desperately hoping that their loved ones are okay. Clinging onto the hope of the newborn Dragon to be able to save them from this dark chapter in their village's history....