He walked in without hiding, because that wasn't the point of this training.
He saw the closest goblin wake up, see the masked figure, and scream. The colony acted like all goblin colonies do: they attacked right away and in a disorganized way, with every creature that could move rushing toward the intruder with the single-mindedness that makes them dangerous in large numbers but funny on their own.
"What a disgusting piece of shit..."
Rex put up one hand.
The telekinesis spread out in a wide, controlled pulse. It wasn't the precise work he usually did; it was a broad-area application that picked up everything within twenty meters and held it in place.
Thirty goblins rose into the air at the same time; their weapons are useless against it, and their arms and legs are flailing in the air that no longer has a hold on them. They came in all sizes, from knee-high kids to heavier adults who were the closest thing to leaders in a colony this small.
