Part- 380:
They came at him in a rush, from different dires, f him to ehem in a stant whirlwind of attacks and defenses. James moved swiftly, sidestepping one goblin’s clumsy lunge aaliating with a baded swing that struother across its chest. His movements were fluid, the result of his muscle memory kig in, perfected over tless hours in the dungeon. Every swing, parry, and sidestep felt automatic yet precise, his body operating as though it anticipated each goblin’s move.
And with his heightened abilities, he now moved with araordinary speed—a new kind of "slow vision," as he thought of it. It was as if the world around him slowed just enough in the heat of bat, allowing him to slip into a state of enhanced perception. Every attack from the goblins appeared almost suspended in time, each jab and swing moving fraally slower in his vision. His reas flowed instinctively, his mind oep ahead, his body responding as if in perfect sync with the rhythm of the dungeon’s threats. In this altered perception, he could gauge his oppos' weaknesses more effectively, choosing where to strike, when to dodge, and how best to position himself without wasting a single move.
With eaew enter, he adapted faster. Anoblin lu him with a club, its wide, reckless swing telegraphed in his "sloth view." James sidestepped easily, tering with a swift ssh that sent the goblin reeling. Behind him, a sed goblin tried to exploit the momentary distra, its dagger fshing towards his side. But James was ready; he spun and struck dowacker, his wooden sword eg with precision.
The dungeon corridors seemed to stret endlessly, winding deeper into shadows that grew thicker and more oppressive. The traps became more devious, f him to slow his pace. The goblins, too, seemed to have learned his strategies, employing tricks of their ows, distras, even coorditacks. It was as if the dungeon itself were adapting to his strength, presenting new challe every turn.
At one point, he was met with a particurly vicious goblin foot soldier, er and more muscur than the rest, with crude armor that glinted faintly in the dungeon’s dim light. A scar ran down its cheek, a mark of tless past battles, and it wielded its on—a jagged bde—with surprising speed and accuracy. With a low, guttural growl, it lu him, its sword arg downward in a powerful swing. James dodged, but not pletely unscathed; the edge of the bde grazed his side, sending a jolt of pain through him. His breath caught, but he gritted his teeth, ign the sting and the warmth of blood that began to trickle down his side.
He retaliated with a calcuted ssh to the goblin’s arm, then quickly followed up with a swift, low strike to its khe goblin faltered, its banpromised, and he seized the opportunity to knock it down with a final blow. Just as he thought he could catch his breath, twoblins advahis time from opposite sides, trying to er him. He pivoted sharply, using his sword to strike one goblin in the back while delivering a well-pced kick to the other, sending it sprawling.
