Fight

Mike's heart raced. The thought of this angry little creature attacking him was simply too much. Still, he couldn't help but stare at her body. Wide set hips accentuated by small breasts, and the side of her makeshift dress had a split up the side, revealing just the edge of her bony hip and the movement of a thin tail with hair at the end. Her ears were wide and pointy, and a tiny nose made her big mouth look even larger.

He had no idea what he was looking at.

"Uh, okay. Tink, is it?" Mike held his hands up to show that they were empty. "Look here, Tink. I bought those tools so that I can fix the fountain. I can't fix the fountain without them. May I please have them back?"

Tink bared her fangs. "You challenge Tink. Tink fight. Protect goblin home."

"Whoa, whoa." Mike backed up. "We don't need to fight Tink, but I need those tools. There's no reason we need to do this." Mike ran through his memory, looking for info on goblins, but he was drawing an absolute blank.

"Then man leave. Never come back, or Tink fight to protect goblin home." Tink hunched forward, tossing her goggles to the side of the room. It was now or never.

"Let's talk about-fuck!" Tink leapt across the room, hands spread wide. She tackled Mike, and Mike fell over backward, slamming Tink's head into the ceiling.

"Oh shit, I'm so-hey!" Unfazed, Tink was clawing at him, grabbing handfuls of his t-shirt. He fought back, not wanting to hit her at first due to her size. Unfortunately, it was like tangling with an angry cat. His bandages were quickly shredded, and Tink was busy trying to wrestle him into submission.

The low ceiling prevented Mike from standing. Instead, he began rolling around on the floor, doing his best to avoid her teeth, which did shred away the rest of his shirt. As they fought, her dress ripped too, and Mike was soon grappling with a naked goblin on the floor.

At first, the fight seemed a sure defeat, but Tink was rapidly tiring. He flipped her on her back, slamming her rock-hard skull on the pavement. It didn't seem to faze her, but she slowed down quite a bit. Using the moment to his advantage, he crawled on top of her, pinning her in place with the weight of his body.

Tink struggled to rise, but Mike had managed to pin one arm down with his knee while holding the other straight. The rest of his body was on top of her torso, and she flopped helplessly for several minutes, quickly tiring.

"Give up, Tink. I've won," Mike panted, sweat pouring off his body. "It's over."

*Hey all! Kaneki here with this new chapter for you. As long as you keep showing me love in the comments and ratings, I will keep adding to the story.*