Their discipline may appear lacking, and their methods uncoordinated, but they swarm like locusts, these Goblin bowman. Their arrows can quickly fill the sky in a seemingly unending rain of poisen barbs or burning embers. Though small in stature, even the sting of a bee can kill when it is followed by those of thousands of it's brothers. Even those who survive the initial assaults due to what me seem the poor aim of the Goblinz often face slow, lingering, angonizing deaths to infection or poisen - for the Goblinz are a malicious lot, in hunting and in warfare, and this is how they prefer their kills. To see the Goblinz move in such numbers is not a thing to be taken lightly.