Once the mage was dead, cleaning up the rest of the Hemogoblins was child's play considering they weren't exactly tactical geniuses. After all, they simply kept throwing themselves at the wall, hoping that their numbers would do all the work for them, which was a somewhat sound tactic until it resulted in your numbers being completely culled. So not especially sustainable.
The orb of undulating blood that had hung in the air had simply collapsed when Seth's hail Mary attack struck true, bursting like a macabre water balloon and flooding the field with a tidal wave of blood. The crimson liquid seeped into the soil, making every step they took squelch and suck at their shoes.
