The goblin leader with its left arm sliced off was different from
the polygon monsters, as it did not stop for even a moment. Its flashing
yellow eyes didn’t show any signs of fear nor emptiness, just
overwhelming hatred inside. The pitch black blood flowed out from the
wound as a scalding roar—

“GAUUAAAA!!!”

And quickly swung the machete in its right hand.

I couldn’t dodge the incoming heavy blade that was flying
horizontally in time. The area near the tip grazed my left shoulder, and
the pressure alone sent me flying by more than 2m as my back landed
hard on the icy surface.

(Alicization Beginning, 314)