Goblin Champion (2)

The black tendrils zipped through the air like living tentacles, coming in every which direction towards the immobile Gray.

'Damned weakling,' thought the demon angrily before slashing its katana in the air, sending out waves of crimson red energy slashes towards the tendrils.

The tendrils ate away at the energy waves sent towards them, absorbing the energy before continuing their advance.

The demon rolled to the ground, pain emanating from Gray's knee cap as it dodged one of the tendrils.

The tendrils followed suit, like homing missiles they dived to meet the demon.

The demon created a large circular shield, about the same radius as a truck's wheel. The tendrils ate through the crimson red shield like it was made of butter, slowly corroding their way through it.

By this time the goblin had already healed itself, it dashed towards the prone Gray, a knife in its left hand and its silver sword in the right.