Gladiator Playtime

"Here's my little secret, Chump-ion Herbal… I'm just playing with you." 

That statement, brimming with child-like glee, crashed down onto everyone like a rogue wave in the middle of the sea. 

"NONSENSE!!" 

Whiff!

Horthal threw a furious fist, guided by the voice of the taunting goblin. A harsh squint was Horthal could muster. 

He watched the goblin wave at him while ducking and backstepping the punch. 

"A speed boost is wasted on you, hornhead." Rizz held a single dagger, paying no attention to the dagger that the rhinokin had thrown away.

More enraged than ever, Horthal raised both fists in a boxing stance. "As if! You're panting while barely dodging–"

"Who's breathing heavy now?" 

Horthal flared his nostrils, snorting and forcing his breathing to get steadier. He leered through his slim strip of vision. Looming over the short goblin, who only chuckled with no signs of panting.