The large goblin tried breaking free and bulging his arms and pushing outwards,  but Marric held the goblin in his grip, and the kneeing made the red goblin shriek in a high pitched voice at the knee's thump. Shuddering, the goblin boss seemed to be shaken, but not down and out of the count.<br/><br/>He tried to pull free, as the boy shouted. "We are winning, we-" There was a shot, and the boy collapsed. In his chest was a black bolt, its feathers drawn with red paint. The fight at the gates continued, while the big goblin tried to pull itself free.<br/><br/>"Get. Offa. Me!" The big goblin tried to toss him aside, though Marric's skill and ability proved superior so far.