Scout

A single strike was all it took. 

Jake jumped forward toward the tree, his vertical high enough to actually reach the weird goblin-esque creature. 

A thin line of blood appeared around its head. Even the blood was different. It wasn't green, red, or even purple. 

Instead, it was grey. Not silvery, but a rotten grey. 

Jake jumped back, turning away to avoid the pungent smell. 

But he saw that he already gained the experience from defeating the creature. 

"Good. This is done." Jake put his sword away and a napkin appeared in its stead. 

Wiping off the little blood that fell on his hands, it threw the napkin to the side and looked around him. 

There was no one else remaining. This was the only shadow that he saw, and he dealt with it. 

Glancing at his messages, he could see that nothing was happening, yet. The main army didn't face anything yet, and Jake didn't even expect them to.