With only one of the armoured goblins to deal with, West realized he had the time to experiment. When they fought the wasp and the boars, his mind had been on other things like their imminent survival, but now he was able to take the time and learn. He walked slowly around the goblin, gauging its reactions as he did. The creature attacked wildly, charging at West without a care time after time, despite the seemingly futile nature of its assaults. The attacks seemed to be unpredictable, totally erratic, but West knew better. This game was realistic, but it was still a game by it's very nature. No matter how close they got, the programmers couldn't create a sentient being, it was all just data flashing before his eyes. It took him six parries to notice a trace of the pattern and another three after that to figure out what he was doing.

West swung into action quickly, stepping to the left and in doing so dodging attack that hadn't even begun yet. He dragged his sword along the stone floor, creating a trail of sparks he smacked the goblin from behind with the flat of his blade. The Goblin was quick to react, spinning around and lunging at West with its dagger, but West was already ready for it. He raised his sword slightly, positioning it perfectly so the Goblin ended up diving straight into the tip of his blade, the dagger falling a couple of inches short of West's chest. There was a crack and the Goblin vanished into a cloud of particles. West smirked, satisfied with his mind as he checked the room for any more of the creatures.