Where it all began

The beast's tail slammed into Gray, prompting him to block it with his sword, however, the hit was so strong that he was sent flying a few feet away.

'I don't remember that overgrown furball being this strong,' thought Gray as he coughed up blood, using his katana as a crutch to stand up.

"You survived that?" asked the goblin in a somewhat noble way, looking at Gray as if he were intrigued by his existence.

In a flash the goblin was behind him, breathing down his neck, "I will add your head to my collection," whispered the goblin as it slashed at his neck, aiming to lop off Gray's head.

Gray blocked it, but just by a hair, a thin line of blood ebbed from his neck where a part of the silver blade had cut.

He pushed back, swinging his sword at the goblin, the clanging of blades clashing was the only sound that could be heard, everything else was silent.