Your Broad Axe sends a goblin clear off his feet, landing in a pile of his buddies. They miscalculated your massive strength, and are reeling backwards on the retreat. So much for supposed alliances. They have learned too late that betraying an Orc of the Black Water would mean death. It’s too bad they won’t be able to share the word with their kin.
You adjust your axe, letting out a battle cry of rage as another goblin aims for your ankles. This one goes flying another fifteen paces.