The goblin flinched as the weapon pierced him through. He growled in both agony and rage at being killed by a female soft skin. Crimson liquid trickled from his lips as he took hold of the weapon arm of Maxine.<strong>"You'll... all... d...i...e..."</strong>She then finally felt his grip weaken and he collapsed upon the spot, falling backwards as the last breath flees his twisted body. Even in the very throes of death the hatred he showed her didn't waver. If he could have spat on her, he could have.<br/><br/>The remaining two goblins saw their leader fall and their eyes widened in recognition that they were outmuscled and potentially doomed. Their level of evil was petty and one of fearful musings. They looked ready to bolt at any second. Indeed. Meresiel could see the goblin scramble to regain his feet and Lily could see the one backpedaling away reconsidering their option to flee as fast as they could. However the mage had the speed needed to do as she wished for the time being. How she wished to deal with these remaining two was up to her but with the spread of the party and goblins she couldn't tag both of them with her burning hands spell again.<br/><br/>(Meresiel is next)<br/><br/>