[center][h1][color=purple]Death[/color][/h1][/center]
[center]Level 1 - (4/10) EXP[/center]
[center]Location: 1-1, Lower Canyon[/center]
[center]Word Count: 417[/center]
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As Courier 6 and Zer0 fired their guns at some of the ranged enemies, Death still had the melee attackers to fend off. He continued his assault on the goblins, hacking away at any of them that were foolish enough to stand against him. He couldn’t kill all of them as quickly as he would of liked to due to his weakened state and was forced to use his agility to avoid attacks from a few of them, blocking any he wasn’t able to dodge in time. As Death continued to deal with the ones that were attempting to swarm him, he heard a loud crash come from behind him. A semi-large piece of the canyon wall had just fallen, crushing a group of the creatures. The sudden impact caused from the rock had also sent most of the kobolds into panic as they flee the scene.

Not all of them had fled however, as there were still some goblins left to challenge them. Death immediately went back to work, rushing forward to take out the rest of the melee fighters. He had momentary trouble dealing with these monsters as they were a little stronger than the ones that had fled but they too will soon be defeated. As the last of the goblins were finished off, Death heard the Courier shouting about something. He turned back to see a spiked object of some kind land on the floor, making a beeping sound. He wasn’t as close to the bomb as Zer0 and 6 were but the shockwave from the explosion still pushed him back a couple of metres.

As he recovered, he looked back towards the Courier, who was using a rifle to search above the canyon for the one who threw the bomb at them. Suddenly, a spear had slammed head first into the floor next to him, close call. There were still just a few enemies left to deal with. Death’s right hand began to be enveloped in a glowing purple energy and he held out his hand in front of him, aiming at an enemy. Suddenly, a ghostly purple hand launched forwards and latched itself onto an enemy. Death jerked his right arm back, pulling the enemy to him and decapitating it with the scythe in his left hand. He did the same trick again but this time he pulled himself towards the enemy. Now holding both of his scythes, he began tearing apart one goblin after another, making quick work of them.