All of the goblins aimed for Arthur with their claws while Arthur was following the art of kick boxing and calmness that he had learned from the late brother and the martial master, Truce Lee.
No matter how many goblins aimed at him, and no matter what part of his body they aimed at, before their claws could even touch Arthur's body, they would be forced to have a meeting with the angel of death.
"Come. You ratatata bastards." Arthur shouted at the goblins as he killed a goblin as if he was squatting down a fly.
Goblin after goblin fell to the ground.
Ten goblins were killed in less than a minute.
Then the number skyrocketed to fifty in just three minutes.
Arthur was on a true killing spree.
"What kind of animal did you bring this time?" Loki was raging in his palace.