Julius was startled as the goblins came out of the thick brush. Had they been there the entire time? He looked at Auron and James, who had also - like Julius - stood up in alarm. Julius was, as it was, the closest to the ambushers. He reached down his pouch to grab hold of the tiny pouch of stardust he had managed to gather from Galaxial class, and held it tightly in his hand, ready to blind whoever lunged for him. He reached down and drew his shortsword, that had been laying beside his makeshift sleeping-bag by the camp. He glanced over his shoulder. [i]Auron and James no doubt know better magic than I do, but I'm stronger. I'll buy them some time to channel their mana.[/i] he thought, not at all finding himself especially heroic. It was a life-or-death situation. Northwall was full of them.
He removed the dagger hanging on his belt still in it's protective leather strap and tossed it to Auron. [i]"Here, catch! Use it to protect yourself! James, do you have a weapon?"[/i] he said swiftly to Auron, and then turned to James. Wether James had a weapon or not wouldn't matter, they would all three have to fight for their lives this night. [i]"Channel your mana!"[/i] Julius says to them both. [i]"I've got this!"[/i]
Without a second thought, he leaps at the closest goblin. Not straight into their center, but rather at their flank, so that he wouldn't be jumped by all of them at once. He had the advantage of reach and strength, so if he kept his distance and moved his feet, he could keep them at bay. Granted, he would be pushed back and the goblins have the advantage in numbers, but Julius trusted in his back-up. They were powerful in their own right, his comrades.
With his shortsword, he slices vertically at the goblin. From here on, it's do or die.

(Sort of mix between A (strike) and C (cordinate) I suppose.)