Big Red's ear flicked back at the sound of a cry of pain. Which got him to turn his head as he flicked blood and meat from his hand. Archer Girl was kneeling, an arrow sticking out of her leg. If the pair was any closer they'd see his pupils turn into nearly invisible slits. But the girl fought on, loosing multiple arrows that caught two of the goblin archers but whiffed on the rising knife wielder.

His head snapped back to the goblins, one of which was panicking now and fired at his legs while the other two scrambled for their knives. Unfortunately for the goblins he wasn't an honorable fighter, nor was he merciful. With a prehistoric growl he thundered towards the pair despite another arrow sticking into his lower leg. The flying quill got stuck in the thick leg bone, but still he moved forward. Letting the new pain just fuel his anger more for such pitiful opponents.

Lunging he caught one of the goblins by its before it could get its weapon. Hauling it up while its fingers left furrows in the dirt his other hand caught it by the throat. The girls could only see his back, arms, and shoulders flexing along with the sound of raw meat ripping. Goblins were weak, but living tissue was difficult to pull apart, especially when it was struggling in the opposite direction.

With a harsh snap of his limbs the goblins leg flew off to the side while its neck was completely crushed. He launched the dying goblin away to impact somewhere. He didn't care. The final dagger wielding goblin was shaking at the sight of the blood drenched reptilian biped, its little knife clutched in trembling hands. But at the sound of Druid Girl asking if he was alright and then the patter of sandals on floor. She was running this way. She could be in trouble if this goblin or that archer got their hands on her!

Snarling he lunged forward as the goblin scramble backwards to try and escape him. But going backwards wasn't nearly as fast as going forwards. It got caught, that giants hand grabbing it by the back of its head. It had already seen the damage his hands could do and it tried its best to wrench itself free. But that grip was iron-like and the goblin was airborne for but a moment before Lizard Fighter thrust its head into the ground. Rupturing it like a rotten melon and leaving a single goblin left.

Unsurprisingly Big Red was breathing heavily with his newest set of kills. But was it from his rage, all the damage he took, or just blatant tiredness from working himself so much.