They were surrounded, but not outmatched. Florifel had created her mini golems and had sent them off against the goblins, swarming them.
The eight were boiled with rage!
Lilia had gone and dosed the fire off and had gotten the woman, who had burns all over her body, off the stick. Leander was using his rank A spell, not trusting that a quick heal would serve the purpose of healing the burns. With how panicked the woman was, it might have forced her mind to shut down.
Jean and Armaros were using a Behemoth barrage and a tornado, respectively, to keep the goblins that were within the basilica from joining the fray.
Morris was in his element, surrounded, but the one to be feared. Every time a goblin would rise its spear at him, he would either bash the small green thing with his axe, or straight up send it flying with a kick that had mana behind it and broke bones.
