Spare the little rascals.

Just as you pulled your sword back to strike, the goblin cringed, but strangely, stayed rooted to the spot. It would have been easier if it turned to flee, but you for once reason or another, you don't deliver the killing stroke. Letting out a sigh, you keep your sword up, and shake your head, tossing those red locks to and fro, stained with the goblin's semen. "Begone from here, you horrible little things. Stay and I will kill you." You can't help but think these little things might bother another traveller, but killing them seems too harsh. The goblins seem to get the message, and that with a greatsword twice the size of them, this will not be a fair fight. Letting out a few cries in their silly little language, your assailants turn tail and run, while you watch them run. With a sigh, you take a look to see if the little devils stole anything.

After a few minutes of poking around, you find, to your surprise and happiness, that everything is intact and accounted for. But, your clothes and bedroll are soaked in cum, some yours, most goblin. Luckily, you were camped close to a lake, and you go to wash yourself, your clothes, and your bedding.