Chapter 41

The small group was busy fighting a horde of orcs.

Arya didn't have a sword on hand but she did have her fists. 

Wait, she did have two swords on her right now but she had the chance to draw them out as the ambush was so sudden that it caught everyone off guard.

Arya balled up her right hand into a fist and she placed herself in between the twins and the globin.

She caught the globin in a straight jab that smashed into the goblin's face with so much power and strength that it was sent flying backwards until it crashed into a tree but the force of her punch caused the tree was split in half-the upper half of the tree fell down with a loud thud and crash that caused Arya to wince a little.

The goblin shook off the attack and got back into its feet much to Arya's dismay. She hoped that she was able to knock out that beast with one blow.

It was as tall as Arya but more muscular and stockier than her. Its skin was a ugly shade of green that reminded Arya of mold that grew on rotten food. It had beady black eyes with nasty looking tusks like those of a wild boar's. It wore nothing but a loincloth around its waist and it appeared to be unarmed.

It grunted and snarled and looked at Arya with a look of an enraged bull. It looked ready to attack and Arya was prepared for it.

The goblin balled up its fists and charged at such a great speed that Arya didn't see it coming.

She was barely able to dodge that fist that came flying towards her head.

A punch she dodged destroyed a tree and the tree was snapped into two.

She continued to dodge and duck the punches while looking for an opening to attack. This monster was no joke. This thing was far stronger and more of a skilled fighter than those wolf-monsters were. 

She weaved and nimbly avoided the punches that were coming at her in all directions and were getting faster and faster. The goblin looked to be getting frustrated and angry-which was exactly what Arya wanted.

Mr.Elijah had always nagged her about staying calm and collected during a fight. That to lose your head was to lose the battle. Letting your emotions and thoughts get the best of you would cloud up your judgment and fighting abilities. You wouldn't be thinking properly or paying attention and you might end up leaving yourself open and vulnerable to an attack. Arya could tell that that thing was getting sloppy and unfocused now-too many gaps and openings in its position and attacks now.

The twins watched from the sidelines as Arya went one-on-one against this scary creature. They felt proud to have her as their pretty lady. She was more like a nice big sister to them than a master and they continued to watch in awe and amazement.

Now!!

Arya unleashed a flurry of punches that the goblin was unable to dodge or block. Blow after blow continued to rain down on it and Arya was doing some serious damage. She then launched a back kick that caught the goblin in the guts that knocked the wind out of it. Arya didn't stop and she then unleashed her fury on it in the form of left hooks, right hooks and jabs. 

The goblin was wavering and getting weaker now. Arya finished him off with a strong uppercut to his chin. The goblin collapsed onto the dirt limp and still on its back. 

For good measures, she stabbed her pocket knife into its heart.

Now it was dead.

Ezekiel's fists were covered in lightning as he punched and kicked away at the globins.iel Globins went flying throughout the air as he kicked and punched away.

The smell of burning flesh soon filled the air.

A towering and imposing globin brought a large club that was about 20 feet long and probably weighed a few tons onto Ezekiel but Ezekiel dodged.

The club cracked out the ground and caused a mini earthquake.

Ezekiel was making it rain lightning and those thunderbolts kept frying up all those goblins into deep fried brunt monsters. Apparently, he could just summon lightning whenever he wanted to and despite the fact that the sky was clear and sunny, Ezekiel was summoning a really large and bad thunderstorm that rained down bolts of bright blue lightning onto the globlins and avoided anyone who was human. Sparks of lightning bounced off his swords as he sliced down any goblin who got too close to him. Heads went flying left and right.

He's skilled in both close range and long range combat, Arya thought, as she landed a powerful uppercut on a globulin's chin that promptly took out said goblin. Bodies of goblins surrounded her as she took down each one of them.

Assyrian was throwing bolts of lightning from his hands like they were throwing knives or spears and each time his aim was perfect and he fired a goblin into ashes in a flash of bright blue light. But the goblins were getting smarter and had already learned to be wary of him. The smaller and more agile ones were able to dodge and avoid his lightning. The bolts of lightning instead hit innocent trees and bushes and burnt them and fried them.

A rather large tree was split into two and set on fire by a bolt of lightning.

A goblin was getting a little too close to Assyrian but Granite, with skin gray and stoney, punched it in the face and sent it flying backwards.

He stood by Assyrian's side like a loyal bodyguard and took care of any goblin that got too close to his prince. He landed punches and kicks and sent globlins flying through the air left and right.

The ground shook and rumbled under Arya's feet and a towering set of thick and sturdy-looking tree roots brusted up from the soil and stabbed two goblins in the chest as if the tree roots were spears or swords made from the toughest and sharpest metal. The goblins were dead before they even hit the ground. 

Arya turned to give Freya a thumbs up.

Looks like all those hours and time training her and helping her improve paid off. Freya was getting better each day as she battled shadow wolves(the name Arya had for those wolf-like monsters), zombies, goblins, and whatever new horror they encountered as they slowly and painstaking made their way across the forest in hopes of finding a way out of said forest. Their food was already at dangerously low levels now but it was water that was their main problem now.

The effects of dehydration were making themselves known now and Arya was pushing herself to not faint from a lack of water and to continue fighting.

She knew everyone was suffering and if they didn't either get their asses out of this forest or find a source of drinking water soon, they'd die from dehydration and/or starvation rather than from any beast or monster lurking inside this forest.

….

"That's the last of them, finally."

Ezekiel fried up one last goblin and the other remaining goblins retreated back into the forest.

"Nice job, Freya. Looks like Arya was a great teacher."

"Yeah, she is but I feel dizzy and sick right now."

Freya slumped against a tree and she was breathing heavily.

Assyrian could barely walk and he had to be supported by Granite who looked like he was taking dehydration and starvation better than any one of them.Perhaps his stone-related ability gave him some resistance to dehydration since rocks and stone don't need water or food?

Ezekiel collapsed onto the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

Arya's head pounded and her mouth felt dry and swollen.

Thankfully, the weather was cold and chilly or else they would have had to deal with the sun and heat on top of starvation and dehydration.

Arya couldn't remember the last time she had a proper meal or had a bath. Freya and the others were starting to stink and she was pretty sure she smelled as well.

Fuck, Arya thought, if we don't get out of here and find something to eat soon, we're all dead.

A rustling of a bush could be heard and footsteps could be heard approaching the small group.

Arya felt like she was about to drop dead from exhaustion right now and she knew the others felt the same. They had been fighting non stop for what seemed like hours now since they first woke up. Strength and stamina were all but gone now and it took all of Arya's willpower to not drop onto her hands and knees right now.

The footsteps were getting louder and more nearer now and Arya braced herself for whatever might be coming towards them.

A small girl only about 6 or 7 years old burst out from the treelines. Her reddish-orange hair messy and unruly, her pale blue eyes were in distressed and she looked scared. Her blue dress was covered in blood but Arya didn't think it was hers.

Her eyes found Arya's and she rushed over to her, crying and sobbing.

"Help….you gotta help me….I think my brother is gonna die."