The snorting, farting, goblins were... well, stupid is the politest way to put it. Charging into battle, heedless to danger and tactics, oblivious of any trap or overwhelming force that lay before them. Unfortunately, they were sleeping before they had awoken to the sounds of battle in the cave adjacent to them, their guards of their throne killed, as they mobilized. So, this had left quite a gap of time for an unprotected room of people and a king... Prime settings for a trap.
"FIRE 1!" a shout rang, a flare of flames shooting from the ceiling to the back of the horde of goblins. '26' '24' '20' '27' '26' white numbers appeared, 5 unaware goblins fade into nothing. But, this was a mere scratch in the huge force, and more, of course, was planned. "BOLT 1!" another yell rang, a bolt of lightning striking down, hitting a metal rod stuck in the ground, the current running through threads of metal to several poles, felling more goblins, '20' '15' '15' '10' '14', a less effective, but widespread attack, only killing one goblin, but wounding several more. A figure fell from a small ledge on the cave wall, falling several feet, staggering as he rolled clumsily to break the fall. '12' appeared above his head, and he winced, standing and pulling a small, grimy goblin knife from his boot.
"Should've payed attention..." he mumbled, stepping on the foot, as it wasn't a serious wound. Goblins began to turn and approach him, giggling and cackling. "Not necessarily wise, since I torched and shocked a good eighth of your army, but, as you wish..." he says, laughing maniacally as he pulled his Sword of The Defender out, and hacked at a goblin. '14' '15' as he slashed twice, the goblin disappearing, but end up getting slashed himself '5', groaning. "Take that, you slimy, disgusting, half wit!"the red garbed man screamed, plunging his sword through a unawares goblin back, a bloodcurtling scream, followed by a '27', disappearing. He roared again, hurling himself into the fray, attacking the back while the others whittle at the front.