Something new appeared in Bob once he reached this new world. Perhaps it was always there, deep in the back recesses of his mind. Behind the fear and despair, a seed of battle mania. The glee of combat in songs of pagan champions and chivalric tales. That savage joy of watching one’s foe driven to ash.

  That spark had flared to life in battle. It fueled him like nothing he ever had. He was not tired after butchering the goblins, He wanted more. There was no panic nor terror in his thoughts, only one emotion dominated him. Joy. Insanely it was joy. True joy. That hellish joy of knowing you could die at any moment but still live. His soul blazed this strange glee amidst the falling arrows.

  Dodging another arrow from the left, he slipped with a shoulder roll. Then he dashed towards the veranda. An arrow nicked his shoulder, and another slammed in front of Jill. Becoming a living shield, he leaped in front of her, grabbing his bag of tools. He roared. It was thundering brutal bellow like a suppressed fury exploding. To Jill, it was rather orcish. Jill shook in terror as despite the behavior he was protecting her. Then he charged.

  Arrows rained down in response. Another scared his other shoulder, scrapped his head, and he narrowly missed being implanted. Pulling out the rusted smelly blade, a devil's grin grew on his face. With a hellish grunt, he swung it around. In his mad berserker rage, the blade moved faster than any mere goblin could swing with a brutal death whistle. On the third swing, his blade found blood slashing at a strange creature's chest.

  It’s shrilly shriek a haunting mix of roar and bird chirp echoed through the forest. But that emboldened his attackers as two rushed forward to challenge Bob. They were small feathered things. His eyes could barely see the forest cover. A large brown leather head rushed forward biting towards Bob’s chest.

  With a quick leap back, he landed on a fluffy feathered ground. Another shrilly shriek rocked the area as another beast tried to claw free from Bob’s foot. Sheepishly Bob grinned as his foot crushed the beast's tail.

  That creature then yelped again before launching a bite at Bob’s legs. With a swift kick, he connected to its snout with a brutal crack. Another tried to bite Bob’s head off. With the flat of the blade, he slapped it away. Desperately Bob leaped back into the open area of his home. However, they followed into the light.

  The first thing Bob noticed was how small they were—tiny little fur balls with long snouts that had sharp, pointy teeth. Stepping back, he could see they were a mix of fur and scales. Most of the body had heavy fur wrapping around it. It seemed to mask the features of the body, leaving only a deadly silhouette. It was truly serpentine, with a long tail at the back. It was not visibly muscular but lean and built for speed.

  The second thing he noticed was the shining orbs of yellow fury that stared at him, watching his every move. Every muscle in Bob’s tense hand was noted. His gulps and haggard breaths slowly seemed to excite the surrounding beasts. Those eyes knew his weakness and were ready. They growled revealing rows of needle-like teeth and serpent’s tongue. Hissing they circled Bob with instinctual precision.

  Finally, he noticed the weapons, which were made mainly of wood and stone. It seemed bound by vines and held a brutal black point. Narrowly dodging the first strike he shifted to the left only to just as quickly shift to the right. With a relentless assault, Bob could find no counterattack. Every attempt turned into a block as the beasts tried to skewer him on black stone tips.

  The trio forced him back to the wall, and he could do nothing about it. As his head stopped on the wall, he stared at his imposing doom with another revelation. They wore clothing. It was a terrible thin leather that was tied around their waist. At least two of the beasts have similar material around their chests.

  Did that mean they had breasts? Were these things mammals? Bob, though. A part of him grew curious, because of this world's classic fantasy nature, this new beast was something truly interesting. However, the rest of his mind strangled those thoughts, as if every beast were trying to kill him.

  With a brutal hiss, one creature tried to stab Bob's chest. Only to be hit on the head. Two turned, hissing at the disturbance. Jill had grabbed a stick from the Bob’s own stash of weapons. Normally she would have run, leaving Bob to his fate. But for the first time, she stayed. That was stupid now I am going to die. This new feeling confused her.

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  She couldn’t explain why she stayed put. Her body could not move, and all she could do was think. However, she had in the process of attacking, disarmed herself. So all she could do was wail in terror as the monster spoke. It was a high-pitched yell, that was barely heard. It sounded like a laser or wire shaking around.

  “Kill corrupted elf kin.”

  “That is a bit much.” Jill squealed.

  However, they made a horrible mistake. They gave Bob an opening. Matching the beast's savagery, he swung a devastating blow. The blade could barely handle the strength of the swing creaking as it found flesh. His blade slashed through the neck of one of the other creatures. Then his soul erupted and Bob exploded with white. Unlike the previous flame burst, it was focused. Instead of the burning explosion, it was more a spray of fire that glowed a strange otherworldly shine. Using his best instincts, Bob aimed his face at the beasts. White flame gushed out of his mouth towards the beast. Like the living flame thrower he was, it caused brutal damage to mere flesh.

  The scent of burning feathers consumed the area expunging the air. One creature died with agony on his face. Bob’s fire died as well quickly sputtering into simple sparks and smoke. However, it had the expected effect. Of the three that were attacking Bob, only two remain.

  Those two turned to face Bob, hissing once again. Bob growled back, only to stop by the creaking of the door. Like a child in trouble, he turned to face his grandmother, who was just as enraged as him.

  “What are those demons? Why are they here?” Dexter screamed with her left hand pointing to the beast.

  “We are not demons. The kobold kin was here first , Invader. “The beast responded with fury.

  Bob was going to respond, but a glimmer caught his eyes. With his mouth agape, he saw what Dexter was doing and his jealousy grew from a seedling to Evergreen. Why did she get that level of power? What was he chopped liver? He screamed in his mind.

  From the sky, a white glowing apparition appeared. Shimmering in holy light it approached slowly but inevitably. Jill's eyes realized, and she fell to her knees in terror. The old lady was the strongest person around.

  Last, the kobolds noticed the goblins' shock and Bob’s terror. A mere glance of light stopped them. Their eyes stopped and froze as the holy light shined down. The light formed into a divine hand.

  It shone in the light, bending and twisting into perfect fingers. Despite each light-shattered form, it was perfectly shaped to where it could have been the model. But it still approached, brutally forming a finger. All could only stare as Dexter summoned the hand of God.

  With brutal flash all the beasts were dead, burning in a white fire. Bob's eyes felt down looking down as his grandmother coughed.

  “Get that off my lawn. Lord that is terrible.”

  Bob's glee faded as he shrunk back into the role of the dutiful grandson. Sighing he looked to the dead annoyed.

  “Status check” he muttered.

  Bob Jones

  Level 2

  Hp: 6/20

  Class: Flame Knight

  Experience: 1600 (hot blood.)

  Weapons- Any non-missile weapons

  Armour -Any except shields

  Class Features

  Mighty blow,

  Flame start

  Racal feature :

  Coward escape.

  Ever a student.

  Other features are available.

  With a sigh, he looked at his sheet. It annoyed him how the damn screen never showed him the damned numbers. His numbers. Staring at the flashing red six, his eyes narrowed.

  Other features? That was too damned much. Bob thought. Could I call them up? But those other features. Hmm, for later.

  Turning, he looked back to his grandmother panicking and the goblin hugging her. All he could do was sigh once again.

  “I need to figure this out quickly or next time it will be me. “