89 Playing Support

"Come at me, you ba-ba-bastard!"

Cackling from the rooftop, Rizz dropped the borrowed bow. He didn't even have a quiver with him. Only the single arrow he'd already fired. 

Veering to the left, the Tri-horned Ram bleated and bellowed as it locked eyes with the strange humanoid on the roof. When the beast heard the disparaged cries of the beastfolk, which hadn't been made for anyone else thus far, the ram made the instinctive decision to eliminate it next. 

Also spotting the humanoid's incredibly low level, it knew the taunting weakling would be killed with one quick attack.

"That's it, you whining sack of sheep shit!" Rizz snickered with a fiendish grin. He stood tall for all to see, on the very edge of the roof with his hands behind his back. "I dare you to ignore the Rizz! It's impossible!"

Blehhht!