Even though the branches and brush limited movement, the sword drew clean, uninterrupted arcs. Every time Leonard took a step and swung, a head went flying.0

One step. One swing. One corpse.1

Splat! The head of a hobgoblin landed in one of Leonard’s footprints and bled into the dirt, dying it to resemble red clay.0

There probably weren’t many people who were as experienced at killing as he was, whether it was in his previous life or his current one. He easily cut through skin, flesh, muscle, bone, and innards with a single swing as if they were paper. His sword was so sharp and fast that when he stuck his weapon into a hobgoblin’s neck and pulled it out, there wasn’t a single drop of blood left on the blade. In the same way that lumberjacks with decades of experience knew exactly where to split a log with one glance, he had intimate knowledge about where to slice humans and similar organisms. 0

Their muscles, bones, and tendons don’t seem to be arranged very differently from humans. In fact, he was so familiar with where to slice that he had the leisure to let his thoughts wander. 0

Hobgoblins are such strange creatures. They used tools and walked on two feet like humans. Leonard had known what they looked like thanks to his lessons at the training facility,...0