Goblin vs Gladiator

"Wait! Rizzio, please don't do this!" 

Dezlo dropped the honorific with no time to think. "The caravan's guards will take care of this situation. Please, just wait till–"

"I see no such guards. It's almost as if they're conveniently on break," Rizz remarked, silencing the weaselkin. 

"I don't even see guards from Rent-a-Slave stepping out. Even with the fence destroyed. I guess I was wrong after all. You should've hired even more ramkins. At least they don't cower and hide when trouble comes a charging.

"Now, back to the chump champion…" Rizz raised the third dagger to his lips. "It's time to tango, you flat-footed bitch!"

Horthal brushed off the taunts without batting an eye. "Go on. Keep spitting. It proves that you're a weakling."

"Since you asked for it…" the goblin snickered.