Too easy. It was to be expected that the first floor would hold little challenge. The kobolds that the party had faced were only a challenge for newbies. For experienced level 1 adventurers such as Kori, Oben, and Castor, such an ad hoc ambush wasn't even necessary to win a fight against kobolds. Still, always pressing every advantage one could take was always a good habit.

With Kori's shout, the kobolds were taken aback. They were entirely unsure of what [i]this[/i] adventurer was doing. All eyes were on the charging catgirl as she rushed them down with her greatsword. Using the full force of her run and the rotation of her hips, her sword cleaved into the first kobold's neck. Had the kobold been taller, he would have taken the brunt of the blade with his chest. It would have slowed the swing to a grinding halt. The entire force was carried through instead. The second kobold that Kori had targeted shared a similar fate. The thrust penetrated the mutt's skin directly below its neck. Slumping to the ground and aching for breath, it struggled at its neck to try to fix what had ailed it. It was futile.

Oben charged in alongside her. Striking the nearest kobold, he cut deep into the torso of the now-decapitated mutt that Kori had dealt with. Halfway through his swing, he felt a hard crunch against something nestled deep inside of it. Too hard for bone. His blade then stopped. The headless kobold's body began to wild and wither. Its muscle had lost definition, skin had dried, and its fur became thin and dry. Then, it began to turn into dust. The entire process only took one or two seconds, but Oben's blade became free fast enough for him to react to the kobold's fight back.

Castor's dash had been masked by Kori's rapid aggression. All eyes were on her, so he could easily slip behind the pillars without being spotted. The kobold he targeted didn't see it coming, and that was in every sense of the phrase. The nape of its neck had been skewered, the spear dancing between vertebrae. With a firm pull, the spear came out and the kobold slumped onto the ground. 

By now, the kobolds had gotten over the shock and awe tactics that Kori lead. The kobold now closest to Oben had rushed him on all fours. It attacked the only way it knew how: going all in on simple moves. It leapt into the air, its maw aimed directly towards the throat of Oben.

The kobold closest to Castor had turned around at the sound of its comrade colliding with the ground. Similar to Oben, this kobold rushed at Castor on two feet. Leaping at Castor, it held its arms outstretched in an attempt of slashing at the lowered spearman's face.

The two remaining kobolds had attacked Kori to the best of their ability. While the difference of armament was great, it didn't dissuade the surviving kobolds. They charged the catgirl together with zero thoughts of their future. The one on Kori's left had claws ready to slice into whatever it could and the one on her right had its maw open, tongue wildly waving, and slobber pouring out.