The Blood moon illuminated the Battlefield, casting eerie shadows around the Blood Dome, Brandon showed how skilled he was in the the art of wielding a saber
He surfed around the Goblins prepared, his grip firm on his saber, The air crackled with tension as the goblins emerged one by one to block his path
As they realised that he was a very big threat they had to take care of, their malicious grins sending shivers down his spine as over twenty goblins rushed towards him,
even with there slow speed due to the swamp Brandon still thought it would be dangerous to meet them head on But Brandon remained undeterred, his determination unwavering.
The first Goblin lunged at him with a rusty spear, but Brandon swiftly sidestepped, his saber sending sparks flying as it deflected the attack.
