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Ever since the dawn of time, the gods had rolled the dice. It was of course to them, their favorite game. To watch and see how the people and monsters of this world interact and fight against each other. It was no surprise that the more violent actions garnered most of their attention. Anything 'awesome' was godly to most, although some were frustrated with how their attempts at building civilization kept hitting stumbles along the way.

During all of this time, one could easily find an array of adventurers. People who risked their lives to fight and live in this dangerous world. They were the biggest points of attention, the gods would think. They would be the ones who went on awesome adventures and sometimes died on them. Again, it was a game to them. Although some would show pity to their favorites.

Yet there was one adventurer that never let them throw the dice for him. It was aggravating. He seemed to deny them part of the fun. He would wreck matches and events just by being there. Some of the gods even plotted to destroy him, while some thought of him as a humorous addition. Not everything should be in their hands after all. That would be too boring, they would think. Besides, he would die one day and be out of their hair.

This adventurer did not parish however. He survived and along the way garnered a number of other people under his banner. The gods at first thought that was a good thing. They could not roll for him, but they could for the others. Yet he seemed to muddy those attempts. Not entirely thwart, but people who stayed with them seemed to have 'get out of god' event cards or something. The only one with any success of interaction was Earth Mother but she had come to care for one of his party members like her own daughter. So much so that when one of the gods wanted to roll to poison her, Earth Mother had slapped him unconscious. The game had to be stopped for a couple of hours to get the other god awake and to let her cool down.

A fluke of an event as the gods made sure not to attack each other. It would ruin the game and if they hated each other too greatly, they could very well end up destroying the world in their rage. Yet it seemed that this adventurer had influenced them slightly in his time of life. They had come to expect the unexpected. So they went about the game in a new light with him and calmed down. Besides, he would die one day and be out of their hair.

Then he had kids. Not just one kid. Several with several partners and all of them had potential to screw up their game.

Quite a few of them had let out angered growls and sighs at that. Earth Mother had secretly just sent little blankies for the babies when they weren't looking. One or two gods were worried she'd break a rule and go down there to cuddle a baby, but those worries were unfounded. She'd never do that.

When they were looking~

What? Gods take snack breaks now and again. Perfect opportunity.

So the gods had to wait and see what would happen with these new children. Would they play the game straight or would they make them tip the board over in pure anger. Only time could tell.

Goblin Slayer wasn't ready for this. No matter how much he planned ahead. No matter what formula he came up in his head to win, he couldn't think for a second he was ready for what was happening. All of his life, ever since the incident that took his sister away from him, he had thought of nothing but revenge. To kill and destroy everything that was goblin. He would make them pay. He would wipe them out. Even if it was a futile effort and he would die, he would go along with this vision. It was all he had.

Then, things started to change. He found his long lost friend, Cow Girl. Someone who cooked for him and took care of him when he got back from missions. Cleaning his wounds, talking with him, just a series of small things. He… He didn't know what he'd do if he hadn't met her again.

Then Priestess came along and then everyone else. Some of them, like Guild Girl and Arc Mage, he had known before that event. Yet they had not 'clicked' before she came. Priestess made him feel… new. Like he was actually achieving something good. That he was protecting the people around him and not just killing for the sake of killing. He cared for her. He cared for all of them.

He was however, surprised by the reactions the girls had sprung upon him. He was not oblivious. At least, he could see some of the signs. It's just, he did not think he was worthy of anyone's affections. He didn't deserve it. He was going to die and that would break their hearts. He didn't want to hurt anyone with his death so he kept his distance. It would seem fate had other plans. He was just thankful they weren't god related plans. He wasn't sure he could deal with them interfering with his life. He had done his best to live outside of their control. He was on a mission to kill goblins. Gods came second.

Yet, it would seem they might come third. While goblins were important to kill, could he put that desire over his friends and loved ones? It was something that had plagued him for some time. A little voice that was growing louder and louder. Maybe he could. Maybe he couldn't. He'd just have to wait and see.

"Oh Goblin Slayer~" Arc Mage popped herself out of the room. The voluptuous blond, speckled woman smiled down at him. He idly noted how a good portion of his women were blond. Perhaps that was a coincidence or blond women liked his type. Her belly was only now starting to extend as a child grew within her. "Anxious are we?"

Goblin Slayer nodded. He was still wearing his armor, but his helmet had been left to the side. "Yes."

"Well of course you would be," Arc Mage chuckled. "It's your first child. Any man would be nervous. Although, I'd call you the bravest man I know for going through this at least seven times." She idly patted her belly, "Or maybe one of the most fertile ones~"

Goblin Slayer didn't let her comment get to him. He was used to her teasing, "Is Cow Girl alright?"

Arc Mage nodded, "Yes, actually the baby is already here. Thankfully, Priestess and Sword Maiden were able to make it as painless as possible. It's why you didn't hear anything. I helped as well with a few potions. Still, it was a delight to see them in action."

Goblin Slayer stood up, "I want to see them."

"It's a she," Arc Mage smirked as she moved for him to follow. "A little girl that will look up to her strong daddy. Be a good sport about it, okay?"

As he entered the room, Goblin Slayer looked around at his wives. Priestess, Sword Maiden, Hero, High Elf Archer, and Guild Girl were all around Cow Girl's bedside. Arc Mage moved with them and just like her, the lot of them had bumps in their bellies. Goblin Slayer was also thankful to see Lizard Priest and Dwarf Shaman there as well to help things out.

Cow Girl lay on the bed, worn out but never looking less beautiful in his eyes. She looked at him, tired but happy beyond belief. Tears fell down her cheeks as she held the white bundle in her arms. She sniffed, "She's here."

Goblin Slayer moved over to her side quickly. He looked her over and was happy to see her well. He had heard too many stories of women dying in childbirth. He was thankful that it didn't happen here, "I'm here."

Cow Girl chuckled, "Good, so… So will you hold our daughter?"

Goblin Slayer hesitantly looked down at her. The little baby was just so small and fragile looking. He was afraid that he'd break her. He slowly made to grab her, unsure of how to do it.

"Beardcutter, just pick up your baby already." Dwarf Shaman grunted.

"Shut up, Dwarf." High Elf Archer snapped. "He can pick her up when he feels like it."

"Well he ought to do it quicker," Dwarf Shaman said. "I waited long hours to see this man be a father so I don't want him to chicken out now."

Goblin Slayer gulped and picked her up in his arms. He was careful as to not crush her or anything. He wanted her to be safe. As he looked at her, she opened her eyes. They were just like his. Blood red. One would think they were scary, but not him. He instantly vowed to protect this girl. He would do anything to make her smile as she started to smile at that moment. Yes, he would kill goblins. He would do anything to keep her alive and well. His big sister would have wanted him to do that. This was a new beginning for him.

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Goblin Slayer couldn't sleep. He was used to getting little sleep in the past. Despite his friends and wives telling him it was bad for his health, he needed to in order to complete some goblin slaying quests. They weren't creatures that were just active during the day. He guessed it came with the territory since they usually lived in cold and dark places. Goblins were truly a menace all day long so he had to be prepared.

Tonight he couldn't sleep for another reason. There were no goblins about. He had checked thoroughly. No, the reasons were around him in cradles. Seven children. Three boys and four girls. They were all his. His responsibility. They came into this world because of him. He was glad to see them. To see the happiness they brought his many wives. He would never forget those moments or their first smiles in this world.

Yet the ever present thought nagged at him. Nagged at him as he sat there watching them sleep. His hands gripped each other tightly and he was thankful he wasn't in his armor or there would be a slight clinking sound. It wasn't something he thought about as much as he once did. He even went about walking the place even more so without his armor. It helped that he had people to aid him in his endeavors.

Aid. Help. It wasn't hard to comprehend that anymore. Once he was unsure that he needed any. He had killed plenty of goblin nests himself and he didn't want to endanger anyone other than himself. Yet now he couldn't think of doing it without them. That was partially because they helped him kill more goblins better and the fact they kept him alive. He wasn't an idiot. He'd be dead by now without them and he'd be eternally grateful. Yet, he was still bothered by the fact that they'd follow him so eagerly into danger. Danger he sought out.

"Goblin Slayer?" A soft and feminine voice spoke up behind him. He turned his head to see Sword Maiden. The Gold level adventurer quietly walked into the room. She wasn't wearing her usual priestess robes but instead had on a standard white, bedding robe. It still hugged her curves quite nicely, "Why aren't you in bed?"

"Something's on my mind," Goblin Slayer answered. "I can't sleep."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"No," was his simple answer.

Sword Maiden softly sighed and took a seat beside him. He was thankful for how soft her voice normally was. It helped them have a conversation without waking up the babies, "That just means you really need to talk about it."

"I don't think so."

"Stubborn as always, my love." Sword Maiden smiled and looked at the cribs. "They are beautiful. All of them, aren't they?"

Goblin Slayer nodded, "Yes."

"And since you are troubled, you wanted to make sure they were safe?"

Goblin Slayer nodded once more, "Yes."

Sword Maiden's smile only grew, "That's why I love you, my goblin slayer. You worry so much more about other people compared to yourself. Yet that's why you sometimes annoy me. Please tell me what troubles you so."

Goblin Slayer was quiet for a moment. He mentally debated on whether to tell her or not but realized he'd just be swamped the next morning anyways once the other girls get wind of this, "There are still goblins."

Sword Maiden frowned, "Yes, there are."

"I brought innocent children into this world filled with them," Goblin Slayer balled up his fist as he looked over his children, his daughters especially. "I promised myself I would kill all of them but…"

"But there are still more and more," Sword Maiden bowed her head, "Yes, it is a problem but it's getting better."

"That's not good enough," Goblin Slayer said and they were silent for a moment. "What if… what if one of them is killed by a goblin? What if I'm not there to stop it? I should be. I should be able to get rid of them and save them from that fate."

"You are but one man," Sword Maiden touched his shoulder, "Even with your friends, goblins… goblins will always be there."

Goblin Slayer immediately put his own hand over hers. He knew of her own trauma. He never wanted to make her sad and did everything in his power to help. His sisters lasts words rang through his mind. He needed to help women and that went especially for the ones he loved, "I will protect you."

Sword Maiden kissed his head, "You are so kind. Our children are lucky to have you as a father. So please do not beat yourself up over this. With you as a father, no goblin will get the better of them. They'll know better. They will act better and not make the same mistakes some adventurers make when it comes to those beasts. Besides, your efforts have cleared plenty of areas they can explore of the green menace. So they can have their own fun and adventures."

"Yeah," Goblin Slayer said.

Sword Maiden tilted his face up to meet hers, "So please cheer up. For their sake and ours. You are doing your best and that's all we care about."

Goblin Slayer looked up into her eyes. They were still murky as ever and his hatred of goblins burned. Yet the love he felt for her and the others burned just as brightly. They cared about him despite everything telling him they shouldn't. They sought to make the world a better place in his eyes and take away his pain. He still wondered why he was worthy of their love each day, "Thank you."

Sword Maiden nodded, "You are welcome." She leaned down and kissed him. She pulled back quickly, "Now let's not be naughty in front of the little ones. The others are asleep but…" She traced her hand down his cheek, "I'd like a little alone time with my hero, if he is up for it."

Goblin Slayer looked to the children first, which made Sword Maiden happy. As a father should, they were his first concern.

"With the amount of traps and wards around this place, even the Demon Lord would pause before attacking." Sword Maiden pulled him up out of his chair. "So let's be happy, my knight in shining armor."

"Shining armor is terrible when fighting-" He caught himself. Some of the girls found it slightly annoying that he still only thought in terms of fighting goblins. He was getting better. He even took a few 'non' goblin quests to please High Elf Archer.

Sword Maiden quietly giggled, "Oh yes, it is terrible. I like your rugged appearance much more so. More striking that way." She led him out of the room.

Goblin Slayer wouldn't say it out loud, but spending 'time' with his wives was certainly something he looked forward too.

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Off in the distance, another child was being born. This one was much more rowdier then those of Goblin Slayer's. As for why, the response would be because who the father was. The apple didn't always land far from the tree after all.

Spearman paced back and forth as he stood outside the door. They had called a couple of wet nurses to help with Witch's pregnancy. A small part of him was still surprised that they ended up getting married. They had been friends for years and he never saw it coming until Witch just up and confessed, kissing him to boot. He didn't regret it. He had come to love her as she wanted and he couldn't think of anyone else. She helped him get over Guild Girl and gave him plenty of loving. How the fuck he didn't notice how hot she was before was beyond him but he could at least boast he had the most beautiful wife in the region, if not the world.

One of the wet nurses came out into the hallways, "It's a girl."

Spearman looked at her and opened his mouth.

"They are both perfectly healthy, so don't worry." The wet nurse opened the door further for him to go inside.

He didn't waste any time. He hurried to his wife's side. She lay there with a contented but tired smile, holding a bundle in her arms that was crying up a storm.

"She's… as noisy… as you are." Witch smirked.

"Got my lungs for sure," Spearman smirked, trying his best not to cry. Men didn't cry, especially in front of their women.

"Would you… like to… hold her, Spearman?" Witch asked.

Spearman looked to the bundle and gulped. Before him was his child. A small, precious and fragile being. He was a warrior. Would he accidentally hurt his daughter if he held her too tightly? He hesitantly held her in his arms and pulled her up. As he looked into her face, the baby stopped crying. Her eyes opened, golden like her mothers. Her hair was slightly redder than his. She looked so cute.

He sniffled, "You… you are so adorable, my little warrior."

"Or wizard," Witch held up a finger. "She… could be a…. Wizard."

Spearman moved his finger close to his daughter and she grabbed it. He laughed, "With a grip like this, she's a warrior in the making." The baby smiled, copying her father's movement. Then he started to cry, "She's so beautiful!"

Witch sighed as she watched her husband cry while her baby flailed her little arms. She didn't regret finally capturing her love's eyes. It was worth every moment and she loved her newborn daughter dearly. She just knew she'd have to worry about two hotheads in the future. Oh well, love took sacrifice after all.

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Guild Girl was honestly happy to be back to work. While she was glad to have some time off, this was where her heart lay. This is where she met her husband to be Goblin Slayer after all. Yes she had to put up with arrogant and stupid adventurers but no job was perfect. She could get through the day with a smile and go back to pampering her little loved ones. Even if they weren't all hers, she loved the little dears.

Even now though, the relationship she had with Goblin Slayer was unusual. Most men are lucky to get one pretty girl after them, let alone seven. Yet they found a way to make it work. It helped that they all truly loved Goblin Slayer and wanted the best for him. Needlessly fighting over him wouldn't help him. In fact, some of them feared it might make him worse, pushing him away from people. So they made a pact to at least try and help each other win his heart. It paid off in the end, hence her child.

She couldn't be happier. She was over the moons in joy. However, that didn't mean she was going to give up her job. She had been doing this for years and now more than ever she needed to keep it. Supporting her new family was going to be tough but doable. It really helped that Sword Maiden was basically rich given she was a Gold level. Guild Girl wasn't going to mooch off of her however. She wasn't that type of girl. She was going to show her children that a woman doesn't just back down for the easy life when they can. She was going to step up and continue on even if her job was tiring.

It was just at that moment the door was kicked open and in walked the most aggravating client. At least, he used to be. It was Spearman with Witch behind him. She never really 'hated' him. He was decent enough and even though he had a rivalry with Goblin Slayer in some form or manner, he never took it too far. He even helped out when he could. It was just the constant flirting. She was so thankful Witch finally pounced or she'd have kicked him between the legs to make him shut up.

"Behold!" Spearman shouted as he held something behind his back, "You're new heroine!" With that said, he held up a little baby girl. She giggled and waved her arms.

Guild Girl wanted to take her in her own arms and hug the little one.

"Bask in her greatness!" Spearman shouted with a gleeful smile. Guild Girl would give him this moment. A new father had the right to brag.

Witch sighed in exasperation but still smiled, "Don't… shout so much… with her… up there."

Spearman pouted as he brought her down, "I have the right to brag. She is the greatest child in the world."

"Hmmph," Female Knight snorted as she held a little ironclad baby in her arms. "Take no note of them, daughter. Spearman is insane."

Female Knight and Heavy Swordsman had finally had their own child after marrying. It seemed the gods had a sense of humor since many of the notable adventurers had kids around her own's age. Perhaps her children would grow up as friends and rivals. It was an interesting thought.

"With how much armor she's wearing," Heavy Swordsman noted. "I doubt she can hear you."

Female Knight scoffed, "She's perfectly fine."

"You've been listening to Goblin Slayer too much," Heavy Swordsman lifted the helmet off the baby's head to reveal a cute little caucasian girl with brown hair and purple eyes. The father smiled as he ruffled the little hairs on her head, "She's perfectly safe here and if anything tries to get her, they'll have to go through me."

Female Knight smiled and gave him a small kiss, "Oh I know you'll protect her. I'm just a bit thorough is all."

"Sometimes a bit is too much," Heavy Swordsman deadpanned.

"Guild Girl," Spearman came over and leaned forward over the counter, "Isn't she the most adorable thing you've ever seen."

Guild Girl giggled, "I can't say that. I'm biased toward my own child after all."

Spearman snorted, "Of course. Of course. Your child must be beautiful if they got their looks from you. So where's that husband of yours? I wanted to talk to him about something."

Guild Girl blinked for a few seconds, "What about?"

Thankfully her husband came on cue. He walked in with his usual stoic stride and came to the counter, "Goblins?"

Guild Girl sighed but smiled. Even after all these years, goblins were his top priority. She didn't complain. He had the support of his party after all. She shook her head, "No goblins today, sorry."

"Ah-ha," Spearman grinned as he passed his daughter to his wife. "Just the man I was looking for."

"You were looking for me?" Goblin Slayer asked.

"Yes of course," Spearman said. "I wanted to let you know I am a father now and with that being said, I want my kid to have some friends. So I'm getting the little one some playmates."

"Awww," Guild Girl smiled. "That sounds adorable. I'm sure the children would love a friend."

"If she likes the idea, sure." Goblin Slayer said.

"And that brings up point two," Spearman said. "I want you to accompany me on a mission. Just the two of us."

"Oh?" was all the response he got.

Spearman nodded, "Yes. You see, you need some extra cash and I need to talk to you about somethings. Sound good?"

Goblin Slayer was silent for a moment before nodding, "Yes. That is acceptable."

"Great," Spearman went over and pulled flier down. "This orc band is small. Should be easy enough and the bounty is twice of what you'd make on a goblin cave."

"So you want to split it?"

Spearman chuckled, "Nah, you'll take most of it. I know Sword Maiden is rich but I think she'd appreciate her husband bringing in a little more clinking in his coin purse. Besides, I've got it made. I'm the best adventurer around after all. I've done so many great jobs I'm loaded for life."

"Thank you," Goblin Slayer bowed his head in appreciation.

"Think nothing of it," Spearman chuckled, "Just remember to buy me a drink afterward cause I know how you are about the stuff during missions."

"Drinking alchohol impaires-"

"I don't need a lecture," Spearman deadpanned before sighing and shaking his head, "That and you need to loosen up a bit more. You're getting better but still…"

"I see," Goblin Slayer said before sighing, "I know."

"He's getting better alright," Guild Girl cut in. "Don't cut him so short, Spearman."

"He's just… worried… about his… friend." Witch said.

Spearman snorted, "He's not my friend."

"If you… say so." Witch chuckled and kissed the forehead of her beloved child.

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Bandits weren't a common occurrence in the frontier. Most monsters would make short work of any small group of mortals, even elvish ones. It wasn't a profitable business so even when they did start, they usually never made it long enough to be hunted down by adventurers. However, sometimes you would have a group or two that was either strong enough or clever enough to catch the eyes of the guild.

That's where Goblin Slayer and Spearman were headed to. They spied on the group, noting the orc group dynamic and location. They hid themselves well in the dark forest foliage.

"I count twenty one," Goblin Slayer said in a whisper. Given his new family, he had gotten used to taking other non-Goblin Slayer jobs. So that meant he studied up on some non-goblin like creatures to learn their habits. Orcs were easy enough for him to understand.

"Seems good enough for me," Spearman whispered back. "They aren't wearing much armor and some of them are just holding clubs. I guess they haven't had time to raid anything with good loot."

"Clubs can be effective weapons," Goblin Slayer pointed out.

"They are boring and stupid," Spearman scoffed, "But I don't want to be hit by one of those if an orc is wielding them. Still they don't look so tough. I could take them all out now."

"I would advise against doing that," Goblin Slayer gestured around the group. They could easily surround you and even if I gave you aid, they would pick us off."

"Then what do you suggest?" Spearman said, ruffling his bush slightly. Thankfully the orcs were getting a bit drunk and rowdy so they didn't pay much attention to the night time forest.

Goblin Slayer reached into his pack and pulled out a glass bottle, "Confusion and fear."

Spearman quirked an eyebrow as Goblin Slayer lit a piece of cloth in the bottle's cap and then threw it. The unfortunate orc that was hit screamed from the impact and subsequent fire spreading over his body. The orcs grunted and shouted, only to increase making those sounds when Goblin Slayer hit another orc with his fire bottle.

"Start picking them off before they get their wits about them," Goblin Slayer said.

Spearman nodded and started to run. He grinned as he readied himself for combat. One of the orcs was near the forest tree line and just as the orc turned, Spearman moved his spear sideways, cutting deep into the orcs throat. The orc went down, clutching its wound. It was dead by the time Spearman stabbed another bare chested orc through the heart. A guttural yell signaled another was coming. He pulled his spear out of the dead orc and held it with both hands, blocking the downward swing of the sword. He kicked the orc in the stomach hard enough to make him stumble backwards.

Spearman could hear other orcs coming closer. He spun his spear and pointed it backwards just as he thrusted. The orc behind him was dead instantly, his leather armor failing to stop the steel blade. Spearman pulled the spear out and blocked more swings from the sword wielding orc. This one had some experience he could tell. It'd make this fun.

Another orc readied his bow, aiming to kill the human right then and there. He never got to make the shot as an arrow pierced his skull. Another orc, a female, gave a roar and made a challenging glare into the forest, readying her small shield to catch the arrow coming at her. However, the arrow that came next pierced her knee, breaking the bone. As she fell down screaming, another arrow silenced her.

Goblin Slayer continued to snipe the orcs as Spearman made short work of them. Even though Goblin Slayer was no slouch when it came to close combat fighting, he preferred killing with a distance or with traps. Many foes were stronger than your average human and the only way he could catch up would be to get some magical items or a mage to aid him. The second was something he could get behind, not the former. Even if High Elf Archer still tried to get him to dress up more like an 'adventurer', he was still Goblin Slayer. He would continue to fight how he saw fit. Spearman was better with the big brutish creatures anyways. They were akin to better trained hobs. Not as threatening as goblin champions but still a threat.

He ducked and spun on the ground forward when he heard someone charge and swing at him. He turned, dropping his bow and pulling out his short sword.

The orc growled, hefting his club. "You've got a lot of nerve, human. You've killed my mates and my main squeeze."

"And you've killed innocent traders," Goblin Slayer said firmly, getting into a fighting stance.

"The weak fuckers aren't my concern," the orc snorted. "Just their stuff. Your stuff isn't even worth taking once I kill you."

"Then try it."

The orc gave a war cry as he charged. Just as he swung, Goblin Slayer jumped backwards. He moved sideways, going in a circle around the orc as it madly swung its club. He couldn't keep out of its reach forever. He knew that well enough. He idly noted something on the ground and had something in mind. Just as the orc made to swing at him again, he rolled on the ground and dodged.

The orc turned. Goblin Slayer threw the rock he picked up from the ground into the orc's face, hitting his left eye. The orc let out a pained cry as he held his face. Goblin Slayer used this moment to move forward and stab the orc in the chest. The orc gurgled and smashed his fist down on Goblin Slayer's shoulder.

Goblin Slayer grunted and moved back, pulling his sword with him. The blow didn't break bone, but it'd definitely leave a bruise. The orc stumbled for a moment, before falling dead. Another orc gave a battle cry. Goblin Slayer reminded himself they were about the size of hobs and turned around, throwing his sword. The orc female caught it in the throat and fell down dead.

Goblin Slayer idly remarked he was aiming for the chest, but that was good enough. He moved forward to pick up his sword. As he did, Spearman came over to his side.

"Pretty impressive," Spearman said readying himself once more. The last eight orcs growled as they faced the two adventurers. "You continue to surprise me, Goblin Slayer. Buy some fancy armor and get a good fucking sword and I'll gladly call you a Steel rank."

"I don't care," Goblin Slayer retorted and the orcs charged.

One of the orcs charged at Goblin Slayer. He threw another small rock, this time it was blocked by a small shield. However, that left his abdomen open to which Goblin Slayer gladly stabbed into the flesh. The orc gave a pained cry and brought its sword down. Goblin Slayer blocked it with his own smaller shield and the two opponents panted. The orc held its stomach and moved back, letting another orc try to go in for the kill.

The orc brought down its axe and Goblin Slayer moved to the side. Twice more it swung at him and he dodged. He caught the third on his shield and slashed at the orc. It bounced off of his armored chest, but left a gash on his unprotected arm. The orc gave a louder cry of anger and brought its axe down again. This time as he dodged, he moved to the side and slashed right above the orc's hip. The orc stumbled but before he could do anything about this opportunity, the other orc charged.

Goblin Slayer parried the blade with his own. Again he parried, this time on the flat of his blade. He pushed it aside and bashed the orcs head with his small shield. A tooth was sent flying. As the orc came to terms with that, Goblin Slayer stabbed its throat. It gurgled and fell over.

The last orc smashed Goblin Slayer's sword out of his hands and pushed against him, knocking him to the ground. It grinned and brought down its weapon. Out of skill and luck, Goblin Slayer brought both his hands up at the same time and caught the blade. The orc scowled as he pushed down, wanting nothing more than to kill this opponent.

Spearman's spear skewered him in the back before he could accomplish that. As the greatest adventurer pulled the orc away, he smiled down at him. "I guess I killed most of them. You've got to up your game, Goblin Slayer. You only had two on you."

"You had six," Goblin Slayer was helped up by Spearman.

"And they are all dead," he jerked a thumb over to the corpses. "How about I teach you a few things, eh? I did save your life so you owe me."

Goblin Slayer sighed. It wouldn't hurt, "Fine…. Although I had him."

Spearman laughed, "Oh so a bit of arrogance is in that steel suit. I'll make you a true adventurer yet."

"One lesson," Goblin Slayer said.

"Well given you've got to pleasure seven women, one lesson is probably the only thing you can manage with that left over energy." He laughed.

Goblin Slayer didn't say anything.

Because it was partially true.