((You're not an experienced adventurer, and you're not too knowledgeable about things like how to place your feet in relation to your weapon's weight, or how to properly cook freshly hunted deer meat, but you've got heart and that's all that matters. Recently, as you exited the halls of the adventurer's, you overheard whispers of a hero that sprouted in the village just about a month prior. They strike hard like a mountain of steel, yet tread as light as a feather as the rumors go. You shrugged it off and went on to go and fight a cyclops as your quest dictated. You were horribly outmatched.))

You rose from the ground, battered and bruised as the one-eyed beast stared blankly at you. No clear higher function in its brain, but its determination to see you smashed against its club was indescribable. You closed your eyes and braced for impact, but the sound of a new fighter echoed through the halls of the silent dungeon. You looked up and found a hooded figure fighting the cyclops single-handedly, rising atop its shoulders and stabbing its eye with their blade. As the monster began to succumb to its wounds, it swatted the hero away, causing them to slam against the wall, falling to their knees. Their hood fell, and it was revealed to be a goblin woman. — D-Don't look at me... She sputtered as she attempted to stand up after the brutal attack, falling back to the ground, exhausted. The cyclops fell and the heroine looked pretty proud of herself, but her pride was short-lived as the pain slowly began to set in for her as the adrenaline wavered. She attempted to place her hood back up, but was too weak at the moment to even accomplish that.