The collective gaze of all goblinkind( those who inhabit this sus little cave) turned intensively into multiple directions. Amongst them, no shortage of awe, respect, fear, and hints of fanaticism was present.
Why fear a goblin, one poor sod may ask. The answer is simple, well.... in a sense. Numerical quantity is the largest factor of their strength, but perhaps their most fearsome attributes lie within the mind. Learning. The goblins were a fearsome denizen of the expansive corners(I forgot the world's name) of each continent. Their one purpose? They didnt need one. Talent? All goblins are created equally (except for the ones that aren't) Plan? Whats a plan? A goblin wouldnt know. Goblins are not stupid, and are sometimes very observant. This will help you undertsand what happens next.
(Standing....crouching? What the heck do you call a all four limb walk) Prowling along a distinct appearance could be seen. While he was undoubtly the image of primal ferocity, Mr. Goblin had within his hand, the largest rock any goblin had ever seen. Even among the relatively large hands of Mr. Goblin, the thibg was obviously unwieldy, simply due to its girth.(👀🙀 Ruh ruh raggy) The object, no at this point it could be considered a great artifiact, had far outsized the entirety of Mr. Goblins hand. Even further, it stretched to his wrist! It was a massive device of Goblin warfare.
As all things divine, the moment Mr. Goblin stepped forth, the mighty green sea of goblinkind parted. (I think something similar happened before with the christianity business) He hounded his way forward, with unatural confidence for a Goblin ( Oh no hes becoming op mc!) (Jk Lol u though m8) In truth.....Mr. Goblin was asleep. He is sleepwalking.