The small goblin kingdom
Gabriel was exhausted. It was his third day there.
— Come on, today is the last day, get up. — Jake held out his hand.
— I don't have any chance of using this to my own advantage.
— You're not that bad, boy. I am the one who is very good. — He puffed out his chest in an arrogant tone.
Gabriel got up, Jake walked away. So Gabriel came forward with a wooden sagger, getting close to Jake, took a slight stoop to hit his legs, but took another kick. In those three days there were several.
— Ah, come on! This is unfair! At the moment the monsters will not know that I will do this to kick me. — Gabriel did not raise his voice.
— The problem is your speed, you have to be faster, if you are fast enough, I don't kick you.
What kind of sick training is this?
I'm sure no one learns anything in 3 days.
He just wants to kick me, I'm sure.
— let's go again! Get up!
A drop of sweat fell on Gabriel's chin.