The charging goblin got a kick in the head actually tossing its body back like a rag-doll from the impact, the jerk on the small green bastard's neck looking very painful, but it was the frigid cold that seemed to leave the goblin unable to rise, ever again. Its head is held in a frozen chunk of ice as it begins to fall, the impact shattering the ice to dozens of chunky pieces, a sight that would frighten most creatures, but the second goblin seems too focused on its own attack to realize its companion's demise right away.<br/><br/>The goblin's knife missed her chest, the knife slashing only air where she had been a second or two earlier, but the goblin growled and turned to face her again, raising the knife at ready, a rusty short-sword but given the size-differences, all it accounted for was a long, nasty knife in the goblin's hand as it stared at this human hateful look in its eyes, the sharp teeth gnashing together in frustration of its miss.