Second Floor, Retreating.

Gates let out a low whistle of his own, clearly impressed. "Your summon keeps impressing me. He's doing exactly what you said—keeping them off-balance."

Arthur grinned, his eyes never leaving the unfolding chaos. "Hank's been with me from the start. He knows how to get the job done. Two down, two to go."

As the final two goblins scrambled to reposition, Hank came in at a steeper angle, catching one off guard and slashing across its face with a precise swipe of his talons.

The goblin fell backwards with a guttural cry, leaving only one archer remaining.

The last goblin archer looked visibly shaken, its aim faltering as it fired an arrow that sailed harmlessly into the trees. Hank wasted no time, finishing the job with a quick, clean strike.

[You have slain Goblin Archer (Level 3).]

The other goblins could only watch helplessly as they tried to throw rocks at Hank who was almost gloating at their attempts.