Omer quickly decides what to do. He observes  the armband, and he knows from his hunch that it will have magical powers in some way. Also, the goblin seems quite intelligent, so he should be a good choice for interrogating. It is but quite clearly evident, if not explicitly implied regarding the situation, that this mysterious goblin warrior is the villain who is controlling the golems responsible for attacking and assaulting them.

"You!" Omer barks at the goblin, "by what right do you torment this man, or any of us?"

The goblin turns to Omer, and lets out a laugh, "My right!" he says, "By right of conquest, of course!"

"Conquest?" Omer says. "What do you mean?"

The goblin shakes his head, "Nevermind, small fry." He says, and then looks at Olaf, " According to my observation and analysis, I conclude that if this one is to be exterminated, other small fries of your tiny team will become useless."

"Analysis?  So, are you the one who has been watching us?"

"What merit is there in knowing such information if you are about to die within few minutes, filthy human? If this is your final wish before your death, then my answer is yes." The goblin answers.

"No wonder we were getting the feelings of being watched. Were you the one who was sending those waves of monsters to attack us?" Omer asks.

The goblin warrior darts an arrow in reply. 

Omer swivels  his head to dodge the shot, and then  retaliates, firing his own slingshot gun. 

The goblin warrior leaps out of the way, "There!" Goblin yells "Well, I'll be damned. This small fry is smarter than he seems." he says smirking  as he draws another arrow and says "You humans have injured my master and his armies, and as his slave, I have the right to punish you."

"Master? So, you are working for someone?"

"Pffh, whatever you think, human. A horrible, annoying being like you doesn’t deserve an explanation. Humans are just as weak and annoying as mosquitoes. I hate mosquitoes and I hate humans. Just die!" the goblin says as he readies his bow.

Omer quickly thinks over his choices. He could fight off the goblin, and risk his wrath, or he could attempt to stop Olaf from being hurt, and maybe reason with the goblin to stop attacking.

 "Stop!" Omer says, and then looks at the combat, which is far from over. In fact, it is only beginning. The golems are charging Olaf once more, and as he watches in horror, Olaf barely manages to fend them off again. He's seriously wounded, and Omer can see the sweat on his face. The golems are powerful, but Olaf is a warrior of great valor and strength. He can fight them off, but only just.

Omer sees the scenery as golem raises its arms up, and Olaf rolls to the side like a matador, but it still manages to grab him by the horn ear and fling him to the ground.

He stands up, and charges punches like a raging bull, he rushes forward quickly.

It blocks with a raised arm again resembling  a schutzstaffel salute. It blocks with a raised arm again, but this time he kicks at its knee like a mule, connecting , making it lose its balance and fall, taking him with it.

Wrestling is a lot different from karate. Karate is more like a dance, and the other person can't really do anything after you've blocked. Wrestling is all about taking the other person down to the ground, and then finishing them with submission holds.

 He brings his knee up, connecting it with its stomach, and then he takes the golem down. He puts its arm behind its back, then bring its arm over its head and lock it in place. He steps on the arm, applying more pressure with his foot, then brings his fist up under the creature's chin, making a cracking sound as his hand meets its jaw, sending it to the floor.

The golem hits the ground like a sack of potatoes. and he draws his sword like a lancher, pushing the sword into the floor and leaning on it as he applies pressure, making the creature yelp akin to a dog being strangled.

He spins around like a top, landing a couple of good cuts on the golem's chest. He kicks and stomps it in the head repeatedly, crushing its skull. Then, slashing it's arm off in one solid swing like a scythe cutting wheat. The arm falls to the ground.

While the golem is attempting to get up, he punches it in the face, making it stumble. 

He reaches down, grabbing it by the hand and ripping off its arm with one solid pull like a puppet's strings.

Once one clay golem gets killed, it splits into two smaller and weaker versions of itself like a golem's lifeforce divides when it dies. Each time it gets killed, it splits into more golems but smaller as if they're drawing their strength from the weakness of the big one.

Right now, Olaf has killed two golems, and currently standing in the middle of three different groups of smaller and weaker versions of them like a beacon of destruction. As if relying on each other, the little golems all attack him simultaneously. Olaf blocks one group and attacks the next, which he dodges another group like they were a swarm of bees.

He needs to act fast, or they will overwhelm him.

Wielding his sword one-handed, he takes out one more golem group with one sweep of the sword.

As Olaf is struggling with the golems, Omer looks over to the goblin, who is still barking out commands.

 The goblin remarks "Spectacular performance!" He claps. "However, might I remind you evil humans that once my golems were attacked by a platoon of human soldiers. They were all  killed like mosquitoes  by my golems."

Omer says " Looks like I can't get the answers from you like this and this talking ain't going anywhere." He pulls out a syringe from his backpack  and prepares to inject it into his hand. "I didn’t want to use this. It's my last resort plan. The experiments are not complete yet and I am not sure if it has any side effects on human bodies, but the situation seems like I have no other choice."

The goblin's eyes widen in fear. "What are you doing…?" he gasps as Omer plunges the syringe into his own hand.  

It astonishes Olaf too since he is unaware of this secret of Omer and his experimentations. Then, he focuses back to his own battle.

The goblin stands there motionless in his spot as Omer gets up. "We need to finish this fight before my strength is depleted." He think to himself and charges towards the goblin.