The moment the first goblin came ahead raising its blade at her the scimitar's swing splattered red blood to the stone wall and the goblin warrior shrieked dropping its blade as its body was swung into the air and smacked down on the floor near the wall, a deep cut across its chest. The scimitar had cut in the chest with force that had killed the first goblin without any trouble.<br/><br/>The second goblin shrieked loudly and moved up close, aiming a thrust with its blade but her thigh was out of the way by the time the blade brushed the air where her leg had just been. It would've cut in right above her knee, the vicious little man seemed intent to stab her down to its own level first.<br/><br/>In the meanwhile the cart was hit by another arrow, making the shrieking, wounded goblin man in the cart start whimpering for mercy and that it would be good, it would behave. Scared out of its mind, it seemed.