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After Logan suffered his first defeat, against the relatively weak opponent of the Jabberer, he’s back into action, and the stakes have been raised: this time, he faces off against a fully armed and armored squad of bloodthirsty goblins, freshly captured after an attack by the Ghoul of Minds in which the forces of Nazushnóton Nabår Nòm slaughtered 103 enemy troops, and suffered no casualties. This is Logan’s final test: if he can defeat the goblin forces here, he will be able to defeat the enemies outside the fortress, and will be truly worthy of his position as Supersoldier.

The following is the report filed by Erush Lovedwheel, Director of Defense, submitted to His Majesty King Minkot Figureslick on the 6th of Limestone in the year 216.

5th Limestone 216

The bodies of the Goblin soldiers are not yet cool, and indeed our Soldiers are just winding down after combat. Alas, there is no time to lose: we captured 10 Goblin soldiers, and this will pose the ultimate test. I usher Logan in the chamber, and have a group of people stand ready to dump them in all at once.

The board is tense as we watch the scene. 10 bloodthirsty, hardened Goblin warriors, including an experienced Goblin commander, Snodub Malicescandals, vs a lone Dwarven Child, clad only in a robe and cloak, the massive pink scars on the neck providing stark contrast with his copper skin. The whole thing seems mad, and doom seems certain. But Logan is a Supersoldier, of the highest caliber. If any Dwarf can surmount these odds, he can.

The Goblins are dumped in groups of 3, but soon they are all inside, set free from their restraints, weapons menacing. With a cry, Logan charges against his foes, ready to die for his fortress. The Goblins in turn surge to meet him.

Logan weaves skillfully through the group, their weapons pass next to him. They cannot touch him. Then, to fight the insurmountable odds, he taps into the power of the Mountain itself, entering the legendary state of martial trance!

What a sight! Logan begins his offensive. The first challenge presents itself. The Goblins are wearing armor: despite the power of Logan’s blows, anything but a straight shot will be ineffective. Logan adjust his technique, getting a good hit to the lower body before continuing.

The pages are gone here, seemingly misplaced. Historians believe the original document is lost to history, but letters between Director Erush and his subordinates allow us to reconstruct the events as follows:

Logan adopts a strategy of targeting the limbs, to slow down his better-armed opponents. Within seconds, 7 of his opponents have lost the use of their weapon hands, and 4 of them have had their legs broken.

Logan takes down the Commander of the Goblin forces, by far the most skilled Goblin of the group, tackling him and strangling his throat with his left hand, evading enemy blows coming from behind. The Commander expires seconds later, and Logan has eliminated the greatest threat.

Logan is surrounded by four more Goblins, and he opens up a can of Dwarven whoop-ass, targeting their heads, mostly, but hitting any spot that presents itself. He hits one Goblin in the ear so hard, his head flies to the side and the force breaks the spine. Another Goblin attempts to sneak up on Logan and charge him: she bounces off Logan harmlessly, and Logan punches her in the chest so hard that her ribs fragment and fly into her heart. The third one receives a punch to the neck, caving it in, followed by blows to the cheek, the eye, and the nose, all of these parts exploding into gore. The first Goblin falls into unconsciousness; the third Goblin loses her teeth to Logan’s fist, her dentures flying in all directions; with no method of attack, these Goblins are left in a mangled, bloody heap. They die of their wounds soon after.

A fifth Goblin, a pikeman, is first paralyzed by a bite to the lower body; Logan shakes him around, paralyzing him. After a few more blows, Logan caves his head in with a well placed punch.

These kills by Logan take place over the course of several hours, and are interspersed by periods of Logan dodging when he is surrounded, engaging those around him. Logan, who has never fought for so long, begins to tire. He has lasted longer than any other Dwarf, indeed, twice as long as the Elite Military: but he is still mortal. His blows retain their power, but he begins to lose speed. All though Director Erush notes a sense of worry falling over the board, but there is nothing that can be done: Logan has five more enemies to take out.

When the document picks up again, the remaining five have once more surrounded Logan, but he fights on. One Goblin swordsman has had her tongue ripped out by Logan, who apparently ripped it out with his teeth and spat it into her face, showing uncharacteristic savagery; She is also missing a few teeth, her right ear is a red paste on the side of her head, and her left cheek is cut open. She is also covered in bruises.

A second opponent, a hammerman, has suffered the full wrath of Logan, and is a mangled heap on the floor. Both of her arms have been jammed into her body, bones sticking out of her shoulders, her left cheek is caved into her head, and her arms and legs are twisted in odd angles. She is bleeding profusely, and has long since lost consciousness.

A third opponent, an axeman, has had his left foot broken by Logan, who had grabbed it and bended it before shattering his ribs. His right eye is smashed into his head as well, and he retains only half of his vision.

His fourth opponent is in the best shape: he still retains his weapon, a silver sword. His shield arm is broken, and his shoulder is broken in a heap of bone and gristle; his ribcage, shattered, has pierced his liver, leaving him in pain; But he fights on.

His fifth and final opponent, a pikeman, has two broken arms, but is no worse for wear.

It is in this state we return to Logan’s exploits. Logan himself has sustained no injuries thus far, but as was said, he begins to tire…

The Goblins have lined up in front of Logan, but Logan pays them no heed, letting their blades pass by harmlessly. A well-placed punch causes the axeman’s knee to cave in entirely: he passes out due to pain. Logan, slowly, methodologically, is wearing his opponents down. I am starting to feel more and more hope. Logan can outlast these ruffians…

More blows follow. Under the force of Logan, ribs crack and cave in: facial features become red pulps on the face of the Goblins; and limbs lose their function as they are twisted out of shape, blown apart by the force of Logan’s strikes. They cannot touch Logan, but Logan hits them hard. Their armor defends against all but a straight shot: but Logan makes his shots straight every time, and their armor becomes no more than tissue paper under his blows.

Logan begins to grow impatient, and his tactics grow more wild. He bites a swordsman in the hand, and proceeds to demolish it with his teeth. Gone are the advanced tactics he adopted in the beginning: Logan is now in all-out combat mode, his patience wasted.

The strain is too much, and the Goblin swordsman also gives into pain. Logan once more switches to his limb-targeting tactic, his strikes hitting the weak points in the Goblins’ armor. Two of his opponents remain conscious: both are incredibly tired, and even when tired Logan easily keeps up with them, matching them blow for blow. Logan ducks under a punch by the pikeman and counters with a blow to the upper lip, rocking the pikeman’s head back violently; The Pikeman still draws breath, but it is obvious that he is already dead.

Logan then bites off the pikeman’s nose, further sealing his doom. Still, the Pikeman keeps fighting. I must admire the Goblin tenacity: these hardened warriors are fighting to the death against the one who has demolished their comrades. The beasts that Logan has fought would all be running scared by now, but not these warriors: they fight till their last breath.

Teeth fly in a cloud as Logan lands a punch on the pikeman’s mouth. Logan’s second punch caves in the Goblin’s lip: were he alive, he would never eat solid food again. More teeth fly, followed by an ear, and before long the pikeman’s clothes are ripped to shreds, and yet they still keep fighting. Finally, Logan lands a solid punch to the head, and the skull caves into the brain: the pikeman is given the sweet release of death.

Logan has one more conscious opponent to face: the swordsman. He still has not been hit thus far, and at this point I doubt he will be hit. Logan faces down his last opponent and prepares to finish his mission.

Logan gets the first blow, a hit to the upper lip that causes it to explode into fine red mist. Dodging another blow, he lands a hit to the goblin’s hip, causing it to break. Another punch bends the Goblin’s head, and it tears at the nervous tissue, sealing the Goblin’s doom. A scratch to the nose sends the Goblin’s facial appendage flying away: Logan can turn his nails to be as deadly as swords. A brutal roundhouse kick caved in the Goblin’s cheek, sending him staggering back, his face ruined.

Logan’s next two hits jammed the Goblin’s arm into his body, a fine gristle paste, and a well placed punch broke the swordsman’s spine through his body. This was too much for the Goblin swordsman, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

With no conscious opponents left, Logan had already won. With a single punch he caved in the head of an unconscious Goblin axeman; The Goblin Swordsman, wearing copious head protection, took more work: Logan beat against the steel and leather, blow after blow after blow, until the helm was bent out of shape and useless. Then, with a mighty final blow, the Swordsman, too, fell, his head caved in.

Logan stood, leaving his martial trance. The arena was strewn with body parts, teeth, blood, and corpses. Five goblins lay in a bloody heap in front of Logan; the rest were strewn against the far side. Logan, chest heaving, covered in sweat, had finished off the entire Goblin squad.

Logan, through this intense training exercise, had elevated his fighting skill to Legendary levels; He was now an expert at observing the actions of others, and he was becoming skilled in wrestling. And throughout the exercise, he felt nothing but satisfaction.

This exercise leaves no doubt in anyone’s mind: Logan is the greatest warrior to ever grace the world of Dwarves. He was meant for this line of work: he has become more powerful than even the great Holistic Detective of legend. Nothing can stand in his way. No matter how insurmountable the odds, he can take it. He is one with the mountain, and the power of the mountain is within him.

May Armok have mercy upon our enemies.

Sorry about the missing bit in the center. WordPress apparently had problems saving what I had already wrote, and I stupidly deleted the screenshots I had taken during work. I remembered what were the amazing and important bits, and I used the combat logs to do a reconstruction, but it of course isn’t as good as in-character writing supplemented with screenshots.

I’m honestly at a loss for what’s next for Logan. This was to be his final test. He passed with flying colors, not taking a single hit. There’s nothing to do but wait till he turns 12 and can wield his axe. I’ll keep everyone posted with his periodic exploits, as well as his routine training exercises to prevent skill rust. But Logan has reached the pinnacle of the abilities that a child can take; he is now a full Supersoldier.

See you next time.