Kang nodded, listening, making sure to pay attention to the sounds outside as well. He could smell the goblins, and ganados' scent didn't help much; it made his snout wrinkle. "I'm not sure what the hell photosensitive means, or aneurysm, but I get the general idea. And of course, this is after I stopped practicing magic, so I can't throw light spells at them. Goblins are dumb as hell, and they've got crappy sword skills, but when they outnumber you... it doesn't really matter much. If we can find some way to take out the hob, we might be able to get the goblins to run off, at least. They're pretty useless without someone ordering them around."