Her shot connected.

For just a split second, Senna was both satisfied and a little surprised. She knew that these blessings were amazing, but to punch straight through him...

The huntress's sense of wonderment would be wiped away almost instantly, as the Goblin recklessly charges her, blood pouring from the injury in her chest. This came as an overwhelming surprise to her, so even with her normally calm, and composed nature, she was caught completely off guard. 

The reason was obvious. 

In nature, it is normal to assume that all animals have at least some sense of self-preservation. A dog, or a rabbit will realize that being trapped is bad news, and try to escape, even if it's futile. Indeed, an animal injured is one of the most frightening and dangerous things one can encounter in the wild, and with good reason.

But this was different. To this Goblin, which was now charging her with shocking speed, brandishing a wicked, rusty sword, the concept of self-preservation simply did not apply. It did not try to dodge her arrow, and after being struck, it did not so much as consider stopping its charge. It was attacking her with a razor-sharp, single-minded willpower. One, flaming desire fueled his actions, one which was branded into his skull so deeply that Senna could clearly read it in his eyes and face.

[i]Kill.[/i]

And so, in a rare moment of panic, Senna preforms an act of instinctual self-defense that she normally would never so much as consider. She raises her bow, and tries to block the Goblin's incoming sword swing.

During all of this, she barely has time to recognize the voice of somebody behind her. There is no time to spare responding, as she was currently only a few inches from being skewered by the first enemy in the game.