To the goblin’s nest- (part two)

The amphitheater was maybe two or three floors down from where we stood. 

And judging by the growling and giggling goblins, it was clear, this was a sport. But by the sheer number of spectators (roughly two thousand) and the excitement, this was probably a rare sport. 

"All who dare challenge Ze Thell and beat him shall claim this prize!" The announcer was a lean tall goblin, almost like an abnormal. His accent was kind of Russian-ish. His speech however was quite fluent: obviously, he was speaking in goblin tongue.

This Ze Thell thing was a very round and large hobgoblin. 

There were plenty of challengers and they ranged from normal goblins to large ones. 

All were defeated. 

Clubs, knives, spears were on the sideline but this large goblin only used its bare hands. And it was good enough to stand tall with nothing just bare fists. 

"Is there no one else!? Then Ze Thell shall claim her himself!"