There was only a thin slice on the goblin's arm. "Damn it!"
Drake stepped back quickly, coiling his whip around his wrist, and then shoved his sword in its scabbard. He pulled his bow out along with one of the arrows. After quickly notching it, he let it fly, aiming for the goblin's face. It struck him in the head; the arrow went through his skull and into his brain.
The goblin burst into light particles, and the coins fell to the ground with a distinct sound. Drake quickly picked up the coins and the small wooden box and placed them in the shoulder bag. With a sigh, he picked up the arrow and replaced it inside the quiver, and put the bow back on his back. He then pulled the sword back out and slowly descended the stairs.
