Trial of Fate II

"In my defense, they were asking for it." 

The crowd erupted into a storm of vicious insults and downright personal attacks. That made me smile a little. A mistake as the crowd fell into disorder. Weapons became drawn, bows arched, arrows nocked, and shields prepared. It was akin to preparing for war. And leading the charge stood the dwarves, that looked more like grown-ass men than juveniles. Their features were mature and rugged. Even their women whose muscles stood as large as my entire thigh. 

"Nasty bitch!" Spat a dwarf named Lurbuth at the forefront, gripping a small hand axe. 

"Bet her cunt is as nasty as her words." Shouted a djinn donned in tribal tattoos. Stationed behind the dwarves, carrying a notched grin.