"Armor up! NOW!!"
Felhet's blaring yell shook the nearby spectators, but not the goblin.
"What's wrong? Is there a hole in my skin sweater?"
"Goblin!" Chief Felhet growled. "What's wrong with you? Were you dropped? This is a duel, not a bath!"
Still snickering, Rizz shrugged. His eyes never left the ramkin chief. Already, the gathered crowd was nothing more than a physical barrier containing their fight. Their faces and reactions no longer existed in Rizz's mind.
Rizz patted his side, recounting the rat bite from the day prior. All the while, his sly smile never wavered. Not with the first true PvP match of his new life.
"What about you, Curly Horns? Are you gonna hug me till I shit or are you just a brawler?"
Felhet gritted his teeth and waved his men away.
Next, an extra-large, drokum-steel greatsword appeared within Felhet's grasp. He gripped the extra-long hilt with both hands, taking a long stance with the heavy blade half-raised and pointed at the goblin.
