You take a moment to introduce your crystal palm to the plate of your helm that more or less corresponds to your forehead. You didn't expect that but damn if it doesn't feel obvious that this was the goblin's plan all along now. At least no one was around to see that.
Time to do something suitably incredible and heroic to salve your slightly bruised ego.
You start with a couple of steps back. You're going to need a good run up for this. The goblins stop cackling, you bet they think you're running away. They'll learn. You don't run away!
If you had lips you'd smirk, in a most action hero fashion, as it is you just start running. Crystal boots hammer against rock faster and faster. The goblins aren't laughing anymore. They're brandishing their spears and shuffling in place, readying themselves for your inevitable attack.
You reach the edge of the chasm and jump, powering yourself up and forwards with all of your might. Your sword morphs mid flight to a compact, bulky little dagger, something like could punch through anything. Just in case.
Weightless you fly over the deep gap separating one side of the room from the other. Your like a bird, a plane, a-
BWONG!
The edge of the chasm meets your helm hard. Disoriented you flail wildly, desperate to find purchase on anything to stop yourself tumbling into the darkness of the chasm.
Your dagger hits rock and bites in, screaming as your momentum drags it down through solid rock. Suddenly you halt, dangling by one arm several feet down, dagger must have hit something harder than the rest of the rock face. Metal maybe?
Well, time to start climbing. You work your fingers into the crack you've carved into the rock face with your dagger and find protruding edges to brace your feet on. You wrench the dagger out, raise your arm as high over your head as possible and slam the dagger back into the rock.
You test the brand new hand hold with a few quick tugs. It seems to be stable enough. You edge your other hand up the crack, finding purchase easily enough, and start swarming up the chasm wall like a monkey up a tree.
With a purely theatrical groan of effort you haul yourself over the edge and clamber to your feet.
The goblins don't hesitate the charge you like a particularly spiny wall. Their aim is not the most impressive. All but one miss you with their spears and the one that is on target you parry with a clumsy flick of your wrist, sending the pointy spear head over your shoulder rather then into it.
What is a 'spear'? Why are those goblins holding long pointy things?
Spears miiiiight be from Morrowind and we all know how weird things are over there! These goblins must be immigrants!
"My turn."
[ ] Flurry! Flurries for everyone!
[ ] Spin to Win forever!
[ ] Basic attack for you and a basic attack for you and a basic attack for you!
[ ] Write in something
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