Like a rat, the goblin had latched itself on Ash's leg. Even though she had missed her powerful swing, Ash's mind gave no quarter. If the goblin wanted to latch onto her leg, she would let it. That just meant it was close and would have more trouble moving. Ash held her machete horizontally, her grip as tight as she could. She held onto the blunt edge using her open hand and, like a guillotine, brought it down towards the goblin's neck, rather, anything that was close enough to be struck. Rather than leave it at one imprecise strike, she lifted the blade a short distance and swung down again and again. She took a bit of care in her flurry, making sure to try to stop the blade before it could cut her own leg.