You walked through the forest, following the strange sound of weapons clashing and grunting. You hid behind a tree before you peered over your shoulder, only for you to lock eyes with a handsome young man who seemed to be in the middle of a battle. Before him stood a skinny and grimy looking little goblin. He sliced the goblin across the neck and chest before he sheathed his sword. His chest heaved, his eyes never leaving yours. He gave you a nod of acknowledgment before wiping a little speck of splattered blood off of his face. He then turned around and began to leave as if nothing had even happened.