'Wait what I am doing? If I were to shoot one of them down, still six would be left. Two of them even have a bow and arrow, they could be laced with poison. I need to think this very carefully before acting.' He thought.
The two archers were his main concern, the rest of them would be easy targets, if their poison arrows touch his skin, he would die for sure. He started hesitating, about what to do and what not to do, while he was panicking goblins were getting away, he needed to make a decision now, but it is then suddenly he yelled inwardly yell 'fuck it!'
He would not get this opportunity again, he knocked an arrow and aimed it at one of the archers, he took a very deep breath, and let it go. The arrow swam through the air and struck that little guy at its back.