A small little beast lunged at Donny from the rafters, but the orc managed to dodge the creature and slashed him in the air. Either he was much stronger than he thought or these beasties are very frail, as he bisected the monster in half, spreading blood and gore everywhere. Not that it deterred him or the other [url=http://paizo.com/image/product/secondary/Pathfinder/Pathfinder1_02.jpg]goblins[/url] hopping around madly. Armed with flaming clubs (Also known as torches) and crude daggers he knew as dog slicers; crude sharpen pieces of metal, with holes drilled into them to make them lighter. Good for slicing through fur and flesh, but fragile and easy to break. Cheap at least, though he wouldn't use them as weapons. And despite their crude quality, Donny had to admit, they cut well, more so since he didn't have armor.

It's been a few minutes since he arrived to the hide out, and so far so good. He's encountered his second group of goblins, three of the wretched creatures who attempted to ambush him. With much emphasis on "Attempted"; they screamed and waved their torches around for much too long for the ambush to be effective. With one goblin dead the other two jumped at Donny with their blades and clubs. Donny batted one of the goblins away, but his attempt to do so with the second one had different results. He shattered the goblin's dog slicer with ease, knocking the beast down at his feet. Lifting his foot, which was as big as the goblin's head, he stomped on the puny creature, crushing his head underneath his shoot. The other goblin was quick to recover from it's failed attack and bonked Donny over the head, causing his hair to catch some flames. Donny didn't worry too much and swung his sword at the creature, slashing it's face. The little wretch screamed bloody murder before Donny proceeded to do just that, impaling it through the head. 

Putting the fire out from his hair Donny torn some old cloth he could find to bandage his wounds. A few cuts and one nasty gash, but aside from that no injuries. He looked around the room some more for useable loot, and to his fortune found something of use; a small wooden buckler. The goblins foolishly seemed to have mistaken it as a pot lid. Fitting the small shield onto his arm, Donny took a deep breath as he moved onto the next room.