This would not be so easy, however.
The Collector saw as the last moment, before its fist could smash the goblin lord's head into pieces, its greatsword reacted independently of its owner.
The twin tusks at the pommel disintegrated in a flash of blue light, and a shockwave of magical energy sent the Collector skidding backwards as it used its tail to stop itself from flying back into the wall.
A cloud of blue magical energy arose around the goblin, obscuring visuals, but the Collector sensed movement with its sensitive hairs.
Something much larger than the goblin lord leaped to the Collector, and it could sense its dimensions as being almost exactly equal to the goblin golems from before.
The Collector swerved its body back, dodging a blow from another four-armed goblin.
This time, the Collector could see that this four-armed specimen was not a construct of stone. It was composed of flesh, blood and muscle.
