LIGHTNOVELWORLD Chapter 7: Multiple Ghouls!
The surroundings were moist and condensed, followed by the flurry of cold winds from the deep, lush forest flowing in and cooling the heat everywhere. The foul stench of rotten flesh permeates the air, as the reverberation of steps of multiple ghouls disturbs the ecosystem of the undergrowth.
With a firm grip on his military knife, Quagmire's pained yet hopeful expression surged forward. There were multiple ghouls coming in, and the nearest one was coming in front of him.
He stepped forward, despite all the aching in his body. The ghouls was getting nearer and nearer, and when it finally neared, he took another step forward and swung his knife into the head of the ghoul.
"!!!" The blood and brain innards of the ghoul gushed out when he removed the knife from the head of the ghoul.
It was a quick attack, yet it seemed to never take too long. He glances from left to right. Unfortunately, another ghoul was already too close to him, perhaps a bit, too close for comfort.
He could not let himself be knocked down again, and be pinned down into the ground like a fool, and so upon seeing the ghoul, almost instantaneously he reacted.
Quagmire basing his action from instincts, kicked forward into the knee of the ghoul.
"!!!" The ghoul growled. Upon hearing and seeing the growling ghoul, he was delighted.
The ghoul staggered and gave him a momentary respite, but he did not take much time, and immediately plunged his military knife deep into the ghoul. After the knife was plunged deep, he brought it out, where the black-green liquid or blood of the ghoul gushes out along with its innards or in the brain section; brain matters, all rotten, though.
With a resounding thud, the ghoul fell hard into the ground, with all out its blood and innards leaking out from the side and into the ground, where it seemed to ever rot the ground with its disgusting stench and disease.
Quagmire almost immediately glanced from side to side and saw that there were two ghouls left, which were quite a few meters away from him, so he was able to use the few seconds of time he had as a time of respite, the time to improve himself and a time to breathe a few breaths, to allow his muscles and lung to recover from the high-intensity conflict or fight ahead and behind him.
After taking a few breaths, he again affixed his firm gaze towards his enemy; what was once a blurred vision once again became clear, and so, with it, a rational mind. Along with it, a firm grip on his bloody military knife, which he brought closer to his face.
Even though he had gotten rid of half of the ghouls, fatigue was accumulating on and on his body. It seemed that after this fight, he might lose consciousness if he exerts too much, or he might just collapse. Until then, he must keep moving forward and get rid of the risk as much as possible.
The ghoul, inches closer, with its disgusting stench and horrendous facial features, came into view. Glancing over the other side, he saw that the other ghoul was getting closer, which was dangerous.
Quagmire could not allow such a situation to unfold, as that would mean that if both of them attacked together, then there was a high chance that he might be overwhelmed with fighting two enemies at once. Which he would like to avoid, as he was just starting in this world. Nobody really wanted to die this early into the game.
Thus, taking the initiative into the unfolding situation, he once again dragged his aching body forward and dashed forward, where he arrived directly in front of the enemy ghoul.
The ghoul growled. The foul stench emanating from its mouth and its eyes that had fallen from its eye sockets with its deformed face was too creepy for comfort.
He plunged the military knife from the side, with its blood and innards gushing out of the wound from the other side, where the bloody knife came out, and with it, the life from the lifeless eyes of the ghoul disappeared without a trace.
With a glance from the side, he saw the last ghoul sneaking up onto his side. Alas, the ghoul were too late; he yanked out his knife from the side of the head of the third ghoul he just killed. It fell to the ground and promptly died where it should have long before belonged to.
Quagmire affixed the military knife into his hands and formed it using the proper technique. Just as when the ghoul were about to get near. He stepped forward once again, and fortunately, he realized a great way to kill these bastards. So he put it into action like he always did.
Upon getting closer into the ghoul, Quagmire leaped, and kicked the ghoul to its knees, where the ghoul stumbled down. This was the last ghoul, and so, with the ghoul on the ground, he pierced the skull with his knife, and the ghoul promptly died after.
The battle was finally finished; he killed a lot of ghoul, and he was satisfied with the results. Despite having a lot of injuries, he was able to kill several ghouls. This meant he was not that much of an idiot in a lot of ways, and so he was proud.
After taking a few dozen breaths and relaxing his muscles and mind, he turned backward and moved forward. Towards the direction of the river a few meters before him,
Now, looking over the battle, he saw that his uniform was now filled with the stench of a ghoul's blood and some innards in his once battered uniform as if he came from a very long war and only had one set of clothes due to lack of resources and heavy fighting. Nevertheless, he can now drink some potable water, clean himself, and wash his aching body.