At the moment of death, they only remembered three images, the shiny fangs, crimson eyes, and monstrously huge footprints!
If killing by a goblin is comparable to being beaten to death by random bludgeoning, then this lot has far too many methods of killing, ramming with wooden stakes, kicking with those massive feet, grabbing heads and smashing them into the ground, biting privates, slapping faces with groundhogs, the players died in all sorts of horrendous ways, each more tragic than the last!
"Damn, these bastards hit even darker!" the Thousand-Handed Butcher cursed instinctively.
"Rabbits, these are the Rabbits from Newbie Village No. 1!" someone recognized those brutal creatures and cried out in shock.