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Geth continued his slaughter, bodies piling up around him. Every so often, he would adjust his position to avoid being trapped by the corpses.

He couldn\'t continuously use Corruption Aura. With his current recovery, he could essentially cast it once every three minutes. If he didn\'t have to save MP for Restoration and State Change, it would be every two.

Glancing back, he found that the ally fighters had finally joined the fight. They\'d just crashed into the backline of Goblins that were climbing over each other to get to him.

The moment the other men began their assault, the Goblin Assassins slipped forward from the woodline, along with the Hobgoblins.

Things proceeded almost exactly as he\'d thought they would. Geth and Filthy had discussed the battle on their way to the grounds.

They\'d played many games together in the past and had exceptional teamwork. Both of the men had also usually been responsible for planning raids or skirmishes.

The Hobgoblins stepped forward and let out what could only be described as a roar. It was more so the sound of a dying cow.

During this moment, a large portion of the remaining Goblin Swordsmen started steaming. Their skin began to turn a dull red color as their attacks gained a renewed fervor.

Geth\'s natural recovery speed was no longer keeping up with the damage he was taking. On the bright side, the Goblins were easier to kill since they were no longer defending.

As he continued to tear through the Berserk Goblins, the Hobgoblins began pushing their way towards him. They were more than twice the size of the normal ones and were causing multiple injuries as they moved.

On the other end of the battlefield, some of the men from the settlement were being pushed back by the enraged creatures. One of the men tried to push forward, only to be stabbed in the stomach by a Goblin Assassin.

He fell forward and was quickly overtaken. Further from them, the Goblin Mages were preparing to cast another barrage of Spells towards Bruce and his group. The situation began to look grim.

The situation was looking quite dire. Bruce and his men were slowly being overwhelmed, and a wall of flames and ice were about to head their way.

Just when Bruce was thinking of calling for a temporary retreat, one of the fire casters dropped to the ground. A brief moment later, another fell, then another.

The Mages stopped their casting and began looking around in confusion. Another of the fire mages dropped. This time, a shoddy-looking arrow could be seen protruding from the back of its head.

When the creatures saw this, they seemed to start communicating. The fire casters turned and faced the woods, while the ice casters restarted their Spells.

Soon, another arrow flew out from a location near the edge. The fire casters instantly released their spells towards that location, setting some lower branches ablaze.

Another arrow from further to the right, another round of fire. This cat and mouse game continued as the battle was raging.

Fifteen ice spikes appeared and tore through some of the men. Most of the wounds received were superficial, but there were some fatal instances. Four men died from a single wave, had the fire casters also had their way, the battle would be lost.

Geth was standing on his own, the bodies around him numbered close to seventy. The enemy army was being thinned greatly.

He glanced over to see that even though Bruce\'s crowd was struggling, they\'d taken out most of the Assassins. Geth and the group were facing about thirty Swordsmen each, the last of them.

\'By my estimate, there should be around 15 seconds left of the Berserk Skill.\' The Hobgoblins were only a few steps away now, there wasn\'t time to finish off the weaker ones.

Geth took the initiative and rushed towards the first Hobgoblin, making sure that his Corruption Aura was active. The creature was surprised to see this small creature running towards it. The surprise lasted long enough for him to swing hard at its ankle with his rusted blade.

The blade cleaved through the skin and muscle, getting caught halfway through the bone. A pained yelling was heard as the creature fell to its left knee, causing the ground to shake.

Just after it hit the ground, it swung the massive club that it was holding, colliding directly with Geth\'s chest. Air was knocked out of his lungs as he slid almost 8 feet back into the crowd of Goblins.

Even after that huge blow, he still remained on his feet. Checking his health, he\'d lost 87 HP from that single strike.

:Geth; HP- 672/900:

It was time to switch to a defensive fighting style and whittle his opponents down. He\'d been on the offensive against the lower leveled Goblins.

Geth cast Restoration, instantly recovering 32 HP. He would heal for 16 more ticks before it timed out, bringing him to full HP with some to spare.

Ignoring the ants that were trying to swing their swords at him, he rushed back at the kneeling creature. It swung its club directly at Geth\'s head.

He grabbed his staff with both hands and dived forward, rolling and using it for balance to bring him right back to his feet. The club sailed through the air, missing him entirely.

Geth slid into the Hobgoblin\'s wounded ankle, kicking the sword and forcing it through. As the creature\'s foot was separated from its leg, the huge form toppled to the ground.

Hurriedly snatching up his sword, he stabbed it into the wailing beast\'s eye and shoved it down to the hilt. Blood and green mucus splattered from the wound, staining his chest and arms.

The Hobgoblin flailed momentarily before its life faded away. Three sets of angry eyes peered heavily towards him.