Cyrus was grunting against the blade of another Gnome, he was holding off two at once. And when I tell you it takes the force of the world to make Cyrus grunt, exert pressure, I mean it.
How strong were they!? Before that...how could I miss directions!? It was finally getting to me. We were, officially, lost in badlands.
"Lemme help!" I joined the fight. With my own blade, I slayed three gnomes to six pieces.
No blood. No screams. Just death.
"Oof...that's solid," I said to myself, grieving, however. They were just protecting their land, weren't they? But we did nothing to show hostility.
"They're not normal gnomes!" Cyrus said. I knew it! No wonder they're so feral.
"I figured!" I replied, cutting another in half. However...my blade went blunt. That metallic-cement-you hardness of gnomes got to my hellish blade!
"Just great." I grunted.
