Bear Combat 3

Zillia squinted at the goblin. It was more annoying than usual. Why was he giving pointers to her when he won? They weren't in a spar anymore. It made no sense. "You are one strange goblin. The fight has ended; you shouldn't be giving me any tips."

She was thankful for the tips, but it didn't make his actions any less abnormal in her eyes. Were all humanoids strange like that?

Of course, Kyrie wasn't the example of normalcy, but his actions tended to make sense in her eyes instead of senseless moves made in the heat of the moment. Yet her heart rang loud in her ears, the palpitations increasing. She was a little mad at the loss.

A part of her wanted to fight at her full potential, but she knew what it meant to herself... the green fae laughed loudly. "You have potential, you are a monster, and you closed those wounds on your own. It would be a waste to not guide you through something so simple."