The goblin is one of the most primitive tool-using monsters known. It rarely exceeds four feet in height, a hundred pounds in weight, or Level 9. Goblins breed rapidly, preferring dark, underground burrows or caves. Despite their preference for dark living conditions, they are largely diurnal, aning they are most active during the day. They are most dangerous when evicted from their hos, which happens regularly as they are known to flee at the first sign of higher-Tier mana drifting into their territory.
More than perhaps any other creature, goblins’ behavior is governed by the Tier of ambient mana. When the mana exceeds their Tier, they flee from even harmless herbivores, otherwise, they will attack until their numbers are decimated. When they encounter human settlents in Tier 0 areas, they will almost certainly attack, even if it seems suicidal. They appear unable to recognize the Levels of those they face, and Tier 0 goblins have been known to charge Tier 4 humans and be obliterated.
- Bonnie, Level 41 Beastmaster, Bonnie’s Bestiary
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Elin sounded just as confused as I felt, until Hassan explained.
The Archer made us stop in a rough line near the periter of the camp, while the Army sergeant, a Tier 2 man nad Keys who was displaying his Class as simply ‘Fighter’, organized his soldiers along the sa imaginary line. Mason and Captain Rivers continued out at least a hundred feet further before stopping. Both were already in their armor, and now they summoned their weapons from their Inventories.
Rivers held a wicked looking battleaxe that had a thick spike on the top and a huge, flared blade on one side. From the tip of the spike to the end of the haft it had to be at least four feet long. Mason, standing across from her, casually held a simple, unadorned longsword in his right hand, his left hand empty. The two fighters saluted, and everyone watching seed to hold their breath for just a mont. The sky was pink as the sun approached the horizon, casting long shadows from both of them.
After that mont of stillness, they moved, exploding into motion at a speed I could barely follow. The crash of their weapons eting was as loud as any of my gunshots, and undoubtedly far more powerful. Blows were traded in the blink of an eye, distance opened and closed again in a blur of movent. I watched in awe as Mason danced fluidly around the motion of the axe, sword flickering as he deflected it slightly, almost a caress, never trying to stop a strike cold.
Captain Rivers used every inch of her weapon’s longer reach to compensate for her shorter arms, trying to force Mason off-balance so she could land a hit. For perhaps a minute – and dozens of strikes – it was futile, the Delver never in the sa place as her axe. When he countered, she managed to turn aside his attacks with the haft or blade of her weapon. Then her barrier flared brightly as Mason’s explosive speed carried him through her guard and past her in a flash. He’d moved so quickly I hadn’t even seen the strike itself.
Raylan’s voice was awed.
Block chid in as the fighters circled each other.
Hassan noted drily, which I interpreted as him explaining why Mason hadn't wiped the ground with the lower-Tier soldier.
Hassan told us,
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