01-12: Goblin Slayer

She fell backward into the dirt, clutching her holy symbol, waiting for the first blade.

The party had been confident. A young swordsman eager for glory. A martial artist who cracked her knuckles. A scout with a quick smile and quicker hands. They had laughed at the simple job: clear a few caves, collect the bounty, earn a name for themselves. Goblin Slayer 01-12

She wanted to ask if that was a joke. She decided it was not. She fell backward into the dirt, clutching her

So she did.