Deravan looked at the goblin, which was at its last straw, and dodging everything, as if he were to go all or nothing now. He had been hurt hard by that ogre. He dodged Robert's strikes and then R'lyeh striked him, but it didn't do that much damage. He then attempted to attack also, only to have the gobling dodge both his dagger and his sword, quickly moving, scared. Just then Deravan then gave in a deep and dark voice.
"Give up... your life is forfeit. You shall die here you foul soul. You are against 5 people and your alone, hopeless, without any help. You lost..." he then says in his dark and deep voice, giving a deep chill in the goblin's back, the thing now not only being desperate, but scared and intimidated by the group. This was not going as well as he hoped, that was for sure. Deravan knew what he would do next, but not now... he would see what would happen afterwards.