All he feels is disoriented. Has someone broken in and waited to strike while he was distracted? Are they raising their blade for the final strike? He quickly stands up leaning against the wall for support. "Heyyyy!!! .......You....dare fight me in my own HOME!?" he shouts as he looks around the room through dizzied eyes trying to see his attacker. He shakes his head trying furiously to regain his senses. After he notices no one is in the room he bolts into the next one. "You can't escape me!!!" he runs to his door noticing it's still locked. He nearly falls over but makes it to the nearest chair at the table to sit and recollect himself. He breathes heavily trying to figure out how someone got in, hit him, ran back out and locked the large door behind him from the inside. "That's impossible, even the greatest Khajiit assassin couldn't pull off a sneak attack this complicated." After a few minutes he finally regains his senses fully and begins looking around the main hall. He then walks into his room and sees the failed, bent blade he made by the forge instead of across the room where he threw it. He paused a moment in sheer confusion. "Uhhhhh.........what?" He bends down and picks it up into his hand and inspects it. The overwhelming rage of the failure consumes him once again, and he winds up his right arm and throws it hard across the room again. His throws always had a bit of an arc to them and to his surprise, the blade starts spinning while airborne. "What the fuck..!?!?!" he says aloud as he ducks fast as the blade curves back into his direction flying right above his head into the anvil with a "CLANK!!" of the steel against the anvil. He turns around quickly in disbelief of what he just witnessed as he stares at the blade resting on the floor. He picks it up and inspects it once again, paying close attention to the bend in the center. He winds up again and throws it at an upward angle, but not as hard and watches as it spins in the air, arcing around the room and flying right back at him. He jumps out of the way as it almost takes his hand off as it crashes to the floor again. While examining the impact Goblin notices the sun starting to go down from the window in the main room from the window. "Shit I have to go!" he says as he grabs the coin purse off his bedside table and walks out his front doors down the large stone staircase that leads him through a hidden pathway he created to keep his home hidden from the outside world. He looks at the partly cloudy sky as he continues his descent. The citizens of Falkreath are aware of him now, he's just the "injured Argonian" to them. As he walks he ties his mask around his head again as he reaches the bottom of his stairs. Its not close enough to the main road to be seen, but tucked away just enough so he knows exactly where it is. He nervously strolls into Falkreath past the main gates, towards Lod's blacksmith.