The Goblin king after throwing the Goblin away, left his great sword behind and hastily went after him with his fist directed on the Goblin.
The Goblin, clothed his two hands with thorns and raised them up, using it to block the Goblin king's fist from making contact with his bare body. The Goblin king's fist brushed through the Goblin's thorned arms, and had him flying away.
The Goblin's body floated backwards uncontrollably, leaving the perimeter where the dead corpses of the Goblins he had killed were scattered, until he entered the forest and bashed through a tree that eventually stopped him from getting pushed back further.
"urguhrgh....., that was one hell of a punch he packed inside that fist".
The Goblin said as he got up and arranged his two hands that hand broken and bent backwards, caused from the impact with the Goblin king's fist. He twisted the two arms back and forth, setting it back to the position it should be in.
"are you still breathing..."