The champion's fury grew as it watched its subordinates fall one by one. "I SAID STAY BACK!" it thundered, its voice reverberating like a storm. "THIS FIGHT IS MINE ALONE!"
But the goblins, driven by fear of the champion and a misguided belief in their own strength, ignored the command. They swarmed Zoro, their crude weapons glinting as they tried to overwhelm him.
Zoro sighed, his smirk replaced by a look of irritation. "Annoying pests," he muttered, his body coiling like a spring before he erupted into motion.
In a blur of speed, Zoro moved through the mob, his swords cutting arcs of silver through the air. Each swing was precise, deliberate, and devastating. Goblins fell left and right, their bodies hitting the ground with dull thuds as Zoro carved a path through them.
The Dry Bones, their skeletal forms rattling, clawed at him with unnatural speed. One managed to latch onto his arm, but Zoro didn't falter. He slammed the hilt of his sword into the creature's skull, shattering it before slicing through its ribcage.
"Get in line," Zoro said coldly, his voice dripping with menace as he turned toward the remaining goblins. "You'll all get your turn."
The champion finally had enough. It stomped forward, its massive frame towering over both Zoro and the remaining goblins. "YOU FOOLS!" it bellowed, slamming its club into the ground with enough force to knock several goblins off their feet. Unfortunately, one of the goblins was standing right on the spot he landed the club, causing it to be crushed like a gooey, green pancake,"DO YOU THINK I NEED YOUR HELP? YOU DISHONOR ME!"
The surviving goblins and Dry Bones froze, their confidence wavering under the champion's furious glare. One goblin stammered, "Waka Chaka—"
"BE SILENT!" the champion roared, its glowing eyes blazing with fury. It swung its massive club sideways, knocking several of its own subordinates into the air like ragdolls. "IF YOU INTERFERE AGAIN, I WILL CRUSH EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU INTO POWDERED DUST!"
Zoro straightened, his smirk returning as he rested the flat of one blade on his shoulder. "Having some trouble with your team, big guy?" he quipped, his tone laced with amusement,"Don't worry I get it it's kind of hard to control your subordinate sometimes especially when you're trying to keep them from getting cut up".
The champion snarled, its attention snapping back to Zoro. "Laugh while you can, human," it growled, its voice low and dangerous. "When I'm finished with you, there won't be enough left to bury."
Zoro's eyes gleamed, his expression calm but deadly as he then casually shrugged his shoulders. "Hey you're welcome to try, don't worry I won't think much less of you, at least not less than I already do."
Steam rolled out of the Champions nostrils as he stared daggers at the one-eyed Swordsman as if ready to pounce on him and any moment.
Zorro while still casually standing there staring at it grips his sword tight as he stares down the giant beat waiting for it to make any sort of move there..
The air between them grew heavy, the tension palpable as the champion gripped its club tightly. The goblins and Dry Bones, now too terrified to interfere, watched from a distance, their eyes wide with fear.
The champion raised its club once more, its muscles rippling as it prepared for another devastating attack. And Zoro, his swords gleaming and his stance unshaken, waited patiently for the next move.
The goblin champion snarled, its massive feet pounding the ground as it launched itself into another ferocious charge. Blood seeped from the gashes Zoro had already carved into its hulking frame, but the beast was far from finished. If anything, the pain only seemed to fuel its rage, its glowing red eyes burning brighter with fury.
"You think you're better than me, human?!" the champion roared, raising its spiked club high above its head. "I'll rip you apart limb by limb!"
Zoro, still standing in place, tilted his head slightly. His swords gleamed under the fiery light of the battlefield, his posture calm and relaxed, as though the champion's threats were nothing more than idle chatter.
"Is that right?" Zoro muttered, his smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Guess that means I'll have to be the one that disappoints you."
As the champion closed the distance, it swung its club in a devastating overhead arc, aiming to crush Zoro into the dirt. The force of the attack sent a deafening shockwave through the air, and the ground cracked and splintered beneath the club's massive weight.
But Zoro didn't move—not immediately. At the last possible second, his form blurred, and he sidestepped the attack with a smooth, almost casual motion. The club slammed into the ground, creating a crater that spewed dirt and debris into the air.
"You missed," Zoro said, his voice calm and mocking as he reappeared on top of the massive weapon in a somewhat Angelic form.
The champion snarled, its frustration mounting as it yanked the club free from the ground, as Zorro then hopped off the club, and swung it horizontally in a wide arc. The sheer force of the swing toppled nearby trees, sent tents flying, and knocked over several goblins who had ventured too close.
Zoro ducked under the swing, his movements fluid and effortless. His swords flickered in the firelight as he darted forward, closing the distance between himself and the champion. With a burst of speed, he slashed across the champion's exposed flank, his blades cutting through flesh and armor alike.
The champion roared in pain, stumbling to the side as fresh blood sprayed from the wound. But it recovered quickly, its massive frame twisting as it swung its club in a desperate backhand strike. This time, Zoro didn't dodge entirely. Instead, he brought two of his swords up, crossing them in front of him to block the attack.
The impact was tremendous, the force of the blow sending a shockwave that rippled through the ground. But Zoro stood firm, his feet digging into the dirt as he held his ground. The champion's club pressed against his swords, sparks flying from the collision of steel and spiked metal.
"Oh come on now I know you got more than that," Zoro said, his voice steady despite the strain. " You and I both know you're gonna need a lot more than that to bring me down."
With a sharp twist of his body, Zoro deflected the club and used the momentum to launch himself upward. In a flash, he was above the champion's head.
Zoro let out a heavy sigh, rolling his shoulders as he dodged yet another wild swing from the goblin champion. The creature was getting desperate now, its attacks becoming less precise, more erratic. Its breathing was ragged, the gashes Zoro had inflicted across its body leaking thick, dark blood onto the battlefield.
This fight was dragging on longer than he'd have liked.
For the first time, it was almost a mutual feeling, though not in the same context.
Zoro on the other hand was starting to get extremely bored.
He was hoping that this thing would pose a big enough challenge for him to push himself, especially since he hadn't gotten a good fight since Wano.
But this thing was just a bulky lackey, swinging erratically at him and missing pathetically.
Zoro only let this go on because he was hoping that this thing would bust out move to actually put Zorro on the edge, but he was barely even getting a warm-up out of this.
"You done yet?" Zoro muttered, side-stepping another heavy downward smash from the champion's club. The impact sent dirt and debris flying, shaking the ground under his feet. "Because I gotta say… this is starting to get boring."
The goblin champion snarled, its glowing red eyes burning with rage. "Boring?! You insolent little—!" It lunged forward with a furious charge, swinging its club wildly in a desperate attempt to land a hit.
Zoro yawned.
Literally.
As the massive club came crashing down, Zoro tilted his head slightly, letting the weapon smash into the dirt just inches from his foot. He didn't even flinch, his single eye barely tracking the attack.
"Seriously?" he muttered, scratching the back of his head with the hilt of one of his swords. "That was supposed to hit me? You're making me regret waking up for this."
The champion let out a furious roar and lifted the club again, putting everything it had into this next swing. The sheer force of it tore up the battlefield, splitting a boulder clean in half as it swung toward Zoro's torso.
This time, Zoro moved.
He shifted his weight slightly, lowering his stance, then disappeared in a blur. The goblin's club sailed through empty air.
The champion barely had time to process what had happened before a sudden, searing pain tore through its arm.
Zoro stood a few feet away now, his swords dripping with dark goblin blood. His stance was casual, as if he'd just taken a leisurely stroll rather than nearly severing the monster's limb.
The champion bellowed in agony, clutching its wounded arm. "You… you dare—!"
Suddenly, he felt sharp pains all across his body as multiple wounds opened up one after another on his body and blood began to spray right out of it.
It caused him immense pain, though he continued to stand in his ground stubbornly.
"Oh, shut up already," Zoro interrupted, his voice flat with irritation. "All that yelling, all that swinging… for what? You've been throwing me empty threats for the last 5 minutes and haven't managed to make good on one of them. At this point it's starting to give me a headache."
The champion was in too much pain to answer right away, still doing what he could to work through the pain of his fresh injuries.
The elves watching from the sidelines were stunned into silence.
Ruven, covered in goblin blood from his own skirmishes, blinked in disbelief. "He's… He's got to be joking right there's no way after all that he's simply standing there for."
Alicia, her bowstring taut, swallowed hard. "No, not toying. He's barely trying."
Orrian, still hacking through the remaining goblins, paused to glance at the fight. His grip tightened around his sword. "This human… he's beyond anything I've ever seen."
Meanwhile, Zoro tilted his head, eyeing the goblin champion like he was debating whether to even bother finishing this fight. "If I'm being honest… I expected more from something called a 'champion.'" He exhaled slowly, rolling his neck until it cracked. "But you? You're just a big, slow target."
The champion's entire body trembled with fury. It let out a final, defiant roar and charged at Zoro, Ignoring all the pain in his injuries and swinging his club with reckless abandon.
Zoro sighed as he shook his head. "Alright. I'm done."
He shifted into a stance that made the air around him feel different—denser, heavier. The elves could feel the pressure change, their instincts screaming that something big was about to happen.
Everyone else around him stood there wide-eyed as they saw this interaction occur.
Wait, was he really about to finish the fight? Was he actually thinking of taking this thing on head on?
The goblin champion, oblivious to its fate, raised its club high above its head, intending to crush Zoro in one final blow.
Zoro narrowed his eye.
The goblin champion let out a war cry.
Zoro's grip tightened.
"Let's wrap this up."
The air around Zoro seemed to change, growing heavy with an almost tangible pressure. The elves, watching from the sidelines, felt it too—a shift in the atmosphere that made the hairs on the back of their necks stand on end.
"He's… different," Ruven muttered, his voice barely audible over the din of the battle. "What is he doing?"
Alicia's sharp eyes narrowed as she watched Zoro's stance. "It's… some kind of technique," she said, her tone a mix of awe and disbelief. "He's Just standing there standing in that weird stance and putting a sword in his mouth. It's like he's charging up for something or some sort of attack."
Zoro's voice cut through the battlefield, low and steady. "Three-Sword Style…" His swords gleamed as he twisted his body into position, his muscles coiling like a spring ready to unleash its full force.
The champion, sensing the shift, raised its club for a final, desperate attack. "YOU THINK YOU CAN DEFEAT ME YOU WORTHLESS HUMAN?! I AM A GOBLIN CHAMPION! NO HUMAN COULD EVER HOPE TO DEFEAT ME"
Zoro's eyes narrowed. "Oni Giri!"
The air grew thick, heavy with an invisible weight that sent a chill down the spines of everyone watching. Even the elves, who had spent their lives honing their senses, felt it—a suffocating pressure radiating from the swordsman. The battlefield, once a cacophony of metal, roars, and screams, seemed to quiet, as though nature itself recognized what was about to happen.
Zoro's stance shifted. His feet planted firmly into the ground, his knees slightly bent, giving him a stable but flexible base. His muscles tensed, but not with strain—rather, they coiled like a spring wound tight, ready to explode forward at the perfect moment.
His right hand gripped the hilt of the Wado Ichimonji, his prized katana, holding it slightly back in a high angle, the blade gleaming with a cold, razor-sharp edge Before carefully placing the handle in his mouth and gripping on it tightly with his teeth.
His left hand wielded another blade in a reverse grip, positioned low near his waist, its edge humming with restrained power.
And clenched between his teeth, the third sword Enmma restedIn his left hand, slightly tilted downward, completing the fearsome triangle of his signature style.
His single visible eye locked onto the goblin champion, narrowing in absolute focus. The world outside the duel no longer mattered. There was only him, his blades, and his target.
The champion goblin, despite its immense size and rage, felt something it had never experienced before—hesitation. It could feel the sheer intent in the air, the hunger for the next move. But there was no turning back now.
It felt as if the champion was in for an await game, a rude one from the human swordsman that stood before him.
He just stood there in that stance staring at him with that Dead Eye not bothering the smooth so much as an inch almost like a statue.
It was sort of unsettling but the champion quickly snapped himself out of it realizing that he had a job to do and that his rage filled a lot higher into himself than fear as he wanted to rip this one out son of a bitch apart piece by piece with his bare hands and he was going to do it.
So without putting much thought into it the champion squeezed his Club tightly in his hand and began making a charge for zoroRoaring at him as loudly as possible without any regard for his surrounding
As the whole King Beast charged at him they're already himself mentally for what was about to happen next..
Zoro exhaled once. A sharp, deliberate breath.
And then, he moved.
BOOM!
The very ground beneath Zoro cracked as he launched himself forward, his acceleration so explosive that the wind itself seemed to shatter in his wake. He blurred from sight—not even the elves could track his movement. One moment, he was preparing. The next, he was already closing the gap.
The goblin champion roared, attempting to bring down its massive club in a last-ditch counterattack. But it was too slow.
Zoro twisted mid-air, his swords aligning in perfect synchronization. His entire body moved in one fluid, controlled motion—a storm of slashing steel.
"Three-Sword Style…"
As he closed the final distance, his body dipped low, his swords gleaming in the firelight.
"Oni Giri!"
In an X-shaped motion, all three blades struck at once. One sword slashed diagonally downward from the right, another from the left, while the third blade—clenched in his teeth—cut straight down the middle, carving through everything in its path. The cuts weren't reckless swings—they were precise, calculated, and devastatingly powerful.
The impact was instantaneous.
A brutal slash tore through the champion's thick, spiked armor, carving deep into the monstrous flesh beneath. The air itself seemed to be sliced apart, leaving a trail of glowing, pressurized cuts hanging in the air for a brief moment before dissipating.
The sound of steel meeting flesh echoed across the battlefield like thunder. The goblin champion's body trembled, locked in place by sheer shock, its glowing red eyes widening as its mind struggled to register what had just happened.
For a single, agonizing moment, time itself seemed frozen.
In a single, fluid motion, Zoro surged forward, his swords moving as one. The attack was over in an instant, too fast for the champion—or anyone else—to comprehend. Zoro stood behind the champion, his swords still drawn, as the battlefield fell eerily silent.
The champion froze, its massive frame trembling. For a moment, it looked as though nothing had happened.
Then—BLOOD ERUPTED.
Thick, green blood gushed from the X-shaped gash that stretched across the goblin champion's torso.Then, with a sickening crack, the champion's armor shattered, and blood gushed from three deep, crossing slashes that carved through its chest. A violent shudder rocked its massive frame, and the great club it once wielded slipped from its grasp, crashing into the earth below like a falling pillar.
Zoro landed behind the champion, his stance unwavering, his swords still drawn. His back was turned to the beast—a silent declaration that the fight had already been decided.
For a brief moment, the goblin champion remained standing—its muscles twitching, its breath ragged. Then—
It fell.
The goblin's massive club slipped from its fingers as it let out a final, choking growl before collapsing to the ground with a resounding thud.
A final, strangled growl escaped its lips before its massive form collapsed, shaking the entire battlefield upon impact. Dust and smoke billowed into the air, obscuring the lifeless body of the once-mighty champion.
Zoro stood still, slowly sheathing his swords one by one. The sound of his last blade clicking into place was the only noise that filled the battlefield. Then, he exhaled, his voice as casual as ever,"Hmm Guess you are a lot more bark than bite "
The remaining goblins and Dry Bones starred in stunned silence, their confidence shattered. Their leader—an unstoppable juggernaut—had fallen to a single human.
The elves starred in stunned silence as the battlefield emptied, their enemies scattering like leaves in the wind.
All the elves, each locked in their own life-or-death struggles, had felt it.
That impossibly heavy pressure, the sudden drop in temperature, the weight of something colossal shifting in the air—it was unlike anything they had ever experienced.
A moment ago, they The elves, still gripping their weapons, their bodies tense from combat, could do nothing but stare.
Orrian, the battle-hardened commander, a warrior who had seen countless battles, stood completely frozen.
His sword was still raised, his chest still heaving from the intense fight, but his sharp elven eyes were locked onto Zoro's form.
"…What the hell just happened?" he muttered under his breath, barely loud enough for even himself to hear.
He unfortunately didn't get the chance to see what zero had just done only that he was now in The Stance while the champion was on the ground dead
His mind raced to make sense of it. He had never witnessed master swordsmen like this before. had been certain of their fates. The goblin champion was an unstoppable force, a juggernaut of raw power and brutality. Even their finest warriors—Orrian, Ruven, and Alicia—had struggled just to hold the line. And yet…
The attack was so casual, so dismissive, that it almost felt like an insult to the goblin champion's very existence.
Orrian had spent decades leading warriors into battle, and he had never once seen one man carve through a creature of that size and strength with such ruthless efficiency.
His fingers tightened around his sword hilt as a shiver ran through him.
What kind of monster could do that to something likeTo something that big and be able to stand there as if it never happened.
Killing a goblin champion.....
He had never seen any human being capableAnd he wasn't the only one who was thinking this in that moment of such a feat not in his life anyway
And he wasn't the only one whose mind was blown by what had just happened.
Alicia had been nocking another arrow, her eyes trained on the goblin champion, when Zoro vanished from sight.
Even with her enhanced elven vision, she had only caught the faintest blur of movement before the goblin was cut down.
Her arrow trembled against the bowstring, her breath caught in her throat as her mind struggled to process what she had just witnessed.
It wasn't just speed. It wasn't just power.
It was an execution.
Perfect, precise, merciless execution.
Her fingers went slack, and the arrow slipped from her grasp, clattering uselessly to the ground.
Her lips parted slightly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"…By the gods…"
That was when she realized she had been holding her breath.
Zoro had moved in a way that no one—not even an elf—should have been able to. And the way he spoke afterward… so nonchalant, as if he wasn't even trying.
Alicia clenched her bow, her heart pounding against her ribs.
She-she never seen anything like this before such power speed from any human in your entire existence. No human should be capable of something like that but he was, he defeated it so effortlessly.
Was he even human?
No he couldn't be he had to have been a change like who had just figured out how to not show his true form no human should be able to do something like that.
But if he were changing he wouldn't have fought alongside them and risked his own life just to help them.
But that doesn't explain how he was able to possess such incredible fighting capabilities it shouldn't be possible.
The elf Archer honestly didn't know what to think of this or if whether or not she was dreaming or not it was honestly quite shocking.
Ruven had always prided himself on being one of the fastest and deadliest swordsmen among the elves. His twin blades had cut down dozens of enemies that night alone.
But compared to what he had just seen…?
His pride felt like a fragile glass shard, crushed beneath Zoro's sheer dominance.
He felt like an ant in the presence of a dinosaur, a literal God standing and walking before them.
After everything they went through so much as to try and leave a small dent in even these small monstrosities' path he was able to single-handedly cut down one of the stronger breeds of them in less than a few minutes.
It made him feel so insignificant so powerless against what he had just seen who he had just seen.
His grip on his weapons loosened involuntarily as his golden eyes remained glued to Zoro's back.
"…That's not normal," he finally murmured, his voice laced with equal parts disbelief and grudging admiration.
He replayed the sequence in his head, analyzing every movement, but there was nothing to analyze.
Zoro had been too fast, too precise, too powerful.
Ruven had spent his life mastering the sword, but even he couldn't dream of moving like that.
His throat went dry.
What kind of warrior fights like that?
What kind of fighting style was that?
What kind of possible training did this monster go through in order to be as powerful as he was?
And how could he make it look so effortless? How could he make it look so powerful?
He honestly didn't know what to think he just stood there frozen stare yet the powerful Warrior standing over the defeated opponent
Khilseith had been in the middle of casting another spell when the pressure shifted.
His magical instincts flared, his body reacting before his mind even understood why.
It felt like a force had cut through the very fabric of reality.
The wind stilled, the flames bent toward Zoro, and the magic in the air fluctuated unnaturally.
His spell died in his throat as he watched the goblin champion fall.
The arcane runes floating in the air around him dimmed, as if they too had acknowledged the supremacy of the blade over magic in that moment.
Khilseith stared, eyes wide with awe and—though he would never admit it—fear.
How…..how could a weak human like that possibly be able to defeat a goblin Champion a goblin champion.
It shouldn't be possible no it's not possible this has been some sort of trick he has been hallucinating humans could never be that strong.
They're weak insignificant cowardly afraid most of the time they shouldn't be able to do something like this
Much less to a powerful Warrior like a goblin champion.
Hell, they couldn't even manage to lay a finger on it before he showed up yet here he was standing over the now dead Champion as if it meant nothing to him at all.
He didn't know how to react, all he felt like he could do was just sit there standing at the swordsman bewildered at what he had just witnessed.
"This man is not normal," he whispered. "Not normal at all."
He had spent his life studying magic, understanding how to manipulate forces beyond comprehension…
But this?
This was something far beyond magic.
It was a mastery of violence itself.
And this was by human no less a race that he had looked down upon his entire life because of what happened to him as a child.
but now he's actually found one that was powerful enough to take them to Goblin Champion without breaking his sweat.
Just what else could this human do that they weren't aware of.
Jacob had barely managed to get back to his feet, his daggers slick with goblin blood, when he witnessed it.
The sight of one moment the human swordsman was in front of the goblin champion and the next millisecond he was right behind him before the champion burst into a pile of sliced up bloody meat.
He-he was actually able to defeat him she saved them he came in like a literal God and save them all from destruction.
His brain short-circuited.
He felt like a broken computer, he couldn't compute what he had just witnessed. His mind was moving at 100 miles per hour.
"Did… did he just—"
How could he
When could he
Was he just
He couldn't finish; he literally felt like a broken track record.
This human had just shown that he was an absolute beast when it came to battle
And unintentionally made all of them look like a bunch of sad sacks.
There was nothing that Jacob could say I could possibly sum up what she had just witnessed.
Bellas, still holding her sword shakily, let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
"…We were supposed to be protecting him."
That was the only thing she could utter cuz that was the only thing she could think of,
They were protecting him this entire time when he was capable of fighting like that.
They should have just woken him up in the beginning and they would have finished this whole thing much faster than before.
Jacob swallowed hard after a few moments to finally respond, his legs still shaking. "Uh… yeah. That's, uh… not necessary."
That was all he could muster out of his mouth; those are the only facts that could register in his head.
That was the only thing he could think of saying in that moment it was literally all he had; he was barely managing to process what was going on in front of him.
It was all like a misty blur they couldn't see through that they were just lost in the middle of foggy nothingness.
However one thing was made abundantly clear.
They were supposed to be the ones helping him.
The elves, despite all their years of training, despite their rich history of warriors and legends, knew one thing for certain now.
They had never fought alongside someone like him.
This was a monster. A warrior beyond anything they had ever seen.
And he was on their side.
As the battlefield remained eerily silent, Orrian finally spoke, his voice hoarse from awe.
"…We just won."
Alicia slowly nodded. "No," she corrected, her voice soft but filled with certainty.
"He won."
Zoro straightened, his swords gleaming with the champion's blood. He turned to the remaining goblins, his expression calm but deadly. "Who's next?" he asked, his voice carrying across the battlefield like a challenge.
For a moment, there was nothing but silence.
The elves stood frozen, still processing what they had just witnessed.
Then—the battlefield moved again.
The remaining goblins and Dry Bones, who had been watching in wide-eyed horror as their champion fell, snapped out of their stunned paralysis.
Panic gripped the horde.
They had just witnessed the impossible.
Their strongest warrior, their unstoppable champion, had been cut down in seconds by a single man.
Fear spread through their ranks like wildfire. Some goblins turned to flee, their instinct for survival overriding their orders.
But not all of them.
Some, desperate and enraged, roared in defiance, unwilling to accept defeat.
One particularly foolish goblin warrior, larger than the others but still dwarfed by the fallen champion, stepped forward. Rage burned in his eyes.
"WAKA CHAKA!" he shrieked, swinging a jagged, rusted sword forward. "WAKA CHAKA!"
The goblins let out a battle cry and surged forward.
They were desperate. Furious. Sloppy.
Zoro yawned.
He couldn't help but feel annoyed at this little action affairs,"Tch. Looks like they want some too."
The first wave of goblins came at him, weapons raised high, eyes wild with desperation.
Zoro didn't move.
He simply let out a breath, his hand gripping the hilts of his swords.
Then—he vanished.
The elves barely saw him move. One instant he was there. The next—he wasn't.
A sharp, whipping sound filled the air.
The goblins didn't even realize they had been cut down until it was too late.
With a single, elegant slash, Zoro had sliced through a dozen goblins in one motion.
They stood frozen for a heartbeat—then, one by one, their bodies collapsed to the ground, green blood spraying in the air like a mist of defeat.
The elves gasped.
The other elves' eyes widen in shock and slight bit of horror.
"By the gods…" Ruven whispered.
"Holy shit", Khilseith exclaimed loudly.
Bellas stood in her spot silently in too much shock to even utter a word.
Jacob felt his legs go weak as he then fell on his ass, feeling completely inconsequential to this Warrior.
Alicia, her bow raised, had been ready to fire—but she found herself completely useless,"…I didn't need to do anything," she muttered in disbelief.
Orrian, who had led battles for decades, was gripping his sword so tightly his knuckles had turned white. Not out of fear, but out of realization.
They had spent their entire lives training, learning formation tactics, blade techniques, battle strategies…
And yet Zoro fought like he didn't need any of that.
He was a raw, unstoppable force.
They weren't watching a man fight.
They were watching a natural disaster rip through the battlefield.
He literally walked in like an absolute God and showed quickly that he's not to be fucked with under any circumstances.
It was incredible hell it still is an incredible display none of them know what to say still reeling in all that had just happened
Andt Zoro,......well he wasn't done.
Another wave of goblins lunged at him from behind.
Without turning, Zoro swung one of his blades backward.
A wave of powerful wind almost instantly flew past the goblin troops.
it then just as instantly causes them all to be torn apart piece by piece bring green blood all over the battlefield.
The goblins behind him fell apart in an instant.
Their eyes were still open in shock as their bodies hit the ground, severed before they even had the chance to strike.
A group of Dry Bones hissed and rattled forward, their empty sockets glowing with sinister magic.
Zoro's eyes flicked toward them as he then rolled his eyes.
"Tch. Annoying."
They were still coming at him despite the fact that he had already finished them off, oh well just another day in the life of a swordsman like him.
well if they wanted a piece of him who was he to not oblige willingly.
He then lunged forward, his swords flashing.
The bone warriors barely had time to react before he tore through them.
Their skeletal bodies shattered apart, bones scattering like broken twigs.
It was almost like a bowling ball scattering all the pins in the bowling alley. They had no chance of standing their ground against this force of nature.
Some of the Dry Bones tried to reform, their bones twitching unnaturally as they attempted to piece themselves back together.
Zoro's brow furrowed as he spotted this.,"Persistent bastards, huh?"
Without hesitation, he swung his swords with such force that the wind itself howled.
A blade of compressed air ripped through the battlefield—a flying slash so powerful it reduced the Dry Bones to dust.
Their remains were carried away by the wind.
The few remaining goblins stumbled back, terror gripping their hearts.
They... they had no idea what to do. They watched every one of their comrades be torn apart in an instant.
they were supposed to win this fight. This was supposed to be a quick job to destroy the camp and take everything else back to their base.
They never would have expected this sort of turn of events in any sort of manner.
They had come here thinking they would be the predators.
But now, they realized…
They were the prey.
Scrawny, piss scared, overpowered, ( and not on their side), weak little prey in enemy territory with no way of fighting back against this new predator.
A scrawny goblin, still clutching a rusted dagger, shook violently as he turned to his comrades,"WAKA CHAKA!"
Another goblin grabbed him by the collar, snarling. "WAKA CHAKA!"Before slapping him in the face, almost snapping out His karma it the scared state he was in to remind him of what their mission was and what would happen to them if-.
(Slice)
Suddenly that same Goblin stopped talking mid sentence, confusing All of his comrades around him who were all waiting for what else he had to say.
His severed head hit the ground a second later.
It took the other goblins and Dry Bones a second or two before they noticed this happen and all stared down at the severed head of their comrade.
Zoro cut him down without even looking at him.
That was enough.
The remaining goblins dropped their weapons
Zoro then turned to them, kneeled down into one of their faces and then simply and quietly said," boo".
And that's when they ran.
The other goblins exchanged nervous glances before turning tail and fleeing into the night, their war cries replaced by panicked shrieks. The Dry Bones hesitated for a moment, but without the goblins to back them up, they too began to retreat.
Not even bothering to give him the chance to tell them twice.
Their fear far outweighed their loyalty By a much larger majority. Their numbers didn't matter anymore.
Not when it came to a living monster like that
They just wanted to live.
And nothing was going to keep them from doing just that, not even orders from their Superior.
Whatever was going to happen to them when they got back to HQ was going to be light work compared to what would have happened to them if they decided to stay and fight this Beast.
Zoro Smirked at this site before he then exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders, "Tch. Took you guys long enough," he muttered, He flicked his swords, shaking off the blood and dust, then returned them to their sheaths with a satisfying click.
The battlefield was silent again.
The enemy was gone.
For the first time in his life, Orrian felt truly speechless.
"…It's over," he murmured. His voice was hoarse, as if he had forgotten how to speak.
He wasn't even sure if Zoro had broken a sweat.
Orrian let out a breath, finally lowering his sword.
Alicia finally let go of her bowstring, realizing she had been holding it taut this entire time—despite never firing a single shot Well at least not towards the end of the fight.
"…I wasted so much energy Fighting these things when he did everything to wipe them out in mere seconds without even so much as breaking a sweat."
She ran a hand through her hair, exhaling sharply. "He's like… a walking natural disaster."
Then, almost reluctantly, she admitted—"That was kinda hot." She said her face slightly heated up a little bit with redness.
Wait, was she blushing.
Ruven turned to her with a raised eyebrow. "You have problems", was still gripping his swords.
His pride as a swordsman was absolutely shattered especially compared to his skills.
"…And I thought I was good," he muttered.
Then he sighed, shaking his head. "But that was something else entirely."
Khilseith, who prided himself on understanding the forces of the universe, Who thought himself leads above any human especially once he has encountered in the past, had no words.
His magic was supposed to be the ultimate weapon. Magic could bend reality.
And yet a man with swords had just done things that no spell could ever replicate.
"This…..this can't be possible, not by a weak human like him," he finally said.
Jacob let out a long, low whistle.
"Holy shit. I'm sure as hell Glad he's on our side and not theirs because God damn."
Bellas was still frozen in place, her hands trembling as she slowly put her sword away.
"I've....I've never seen such incredible fighting skills before," she muttered.
Vanellope bolted up to Zoro, eyes shining.
"Oh. My. GOSH,"She threw her hands up dramatically.
"You Did it, you really did it, you wiped out an ENTIRE HORDE! You're really freaking incredible. I finally got to see you fight."
She pointed aggressively at him.
"I knew you were as incredible as I heard of throughout the stories, you're even better than I thought you'd be?!"
Zoro raised an eyebrow, his usual smirk creeping back onto his face.
"Yeah you did alright yourself too kid not freaking out handling the situation not bad, kid."
Vanellope threw her arms up and squished her face.
She couldn't believe it.
she actually kept a compliment from one of her Idols himself.
From the great swordsman Zoro.
This was an honor beyond anything she had ever experienced in her life.
Her hero literally just acknowledged all the potential she could have with a little more training and practice with it.
This was a feeling she had never felt in her entire life not even around an actual Emperor of the sea that she now feels in front of one of the greatest swordsman of all time
"Oh THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!"She jumped up and down and was excited to hear that comment.
Zoro didn't seem to mind though he smirked as he watched the little girl celebrate one of her first victories.
It comes to show what first-hand experience and being thrown out into the pits of Hell will do to such an individual.
She was still a kid, one that needed a lot of teaching and learning before she was ready to be a proper pirate, obviously but he was quite impressed at the fact that she was able to keep her head on straight and assess the situation along with not having him need to save her this time.
With enough experience and training, she'll definitely one day make a fine pirate.
And the two of them weren't the only ones that felt good about this moment.
The elves, despite all their years of training, despite their rich history of warriors and legends, knew one thing for certain now.
They had never fought alongside someone like him.
This was a monster. A warrior beyond anything they had ever seen.
And he was on their side.
As the battlefield remained eerily silent, Orrian finally spoke, his voice hoarse from awe.
"…We just won."
Alicia slowly nodded. "No," she corrected, her voice soft but filled with certainty.
"He won."
However
Every one of the knew one thing.
This was only the first wave of enemies that was going to come after their camp if they didn't make the first move first.
Today was a clear sign of that.
The battle was over, but the aftermath still lingered.
(End of chapter)