Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20181215154005/@comment-36855838-20181215164400

Well, all the hauling I've done may finally pay off!

I eat my vegetables and stretch out the kinks in my muscles, I always wanted excitement, maybe this match will take my mind off things.

I lay down carefully to avoid cramping or aches, and soon fall asleep.

I'm soon awakened by the furious pounding of drums, and open my eyes to see the girl from earlier standing over me.

She sets her mallets down when she notices I'm awake.

"You're allowed one request as the one being challenged, what would you like?"

''Well, it's worth a try. . .''

"May I please just return home?"

She laughed for a while after I said that.

"No, no you may not. Don't worry, I won't hold it against you, is there something else you want?"

She held my hand like it was made of sugar glass.

"Could you oil my body?"

She blushed.

"W-what?"

"I'd like you to rub oil on my body, my legs, my arms, my head and neck, avoid my hands and feet."

She left the tent in a hurry.

"The request has been made, the challenge is accepted, bring me oil!"

Soon she returned with a pitcher of what smelledlike olive oil, and with the skill of my mother, she massaged it into every muscle, nook, and cranny.

I relaxed into her touch, and once I was satisfied with the coating, I motioned for her to stop.

"Take me to the fight!"

No blades, no clubs, no cloaks, capes, or hats, no clothes or weapons of any kind.

All that stood in the arena was a hulking orc with muddy brown skin.

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She stretches wide, standing tall, bellowing her challenge.

I return the roar, and with the CRASH of a gong, our battle begins.

She charges towards me, the earth trembles beneath her feet, and I leap for her arms, aiming below her right hand.

She tries to grab me, but I slide free, climbing easily onto her back.

I quickly settle into position, my arms 'round her neck, ready to choke.

She grasps desperately at me, but her fingers slip free easily.

I continue to choke her, while she fumbles at me with steadily increasing desperation.

She backs towards a pillar, and I barely tilt my head before a blow.

But it's not that impressive, she's already getting weak, and moving backwards is not her strength.

I keep the strangle hold until sht collapses to her knees in the dirt, coughing and gurgling.

I've almost won.

But of course it's not that easy.

She finally prys at my hands, dislodging me.

I move to reaffirm my grip, but she's breathing easier now, and I've lost the element of surprise.

I leap back, keeping low to the ground, assuming my hauling stance.

She draws ragged, uneven breaths, coughing occasionally.

"You. Little. Turd!"

I grin.

"Nobody said I had to fight fair, miss giant."

She charges far slower than before, stumbling somewhat.

I grasp her hand, flipping her into my arms.

Lift with your knees, not your back.

What you carry is heavy, but starvation is heavier.

Throw with all your might, aim for the top!

A high orc being thrown through a wooden pillar by a random farmer is certainly a sight to behold.

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And behold the orcs did, they quickly scattered, eager to flee with their friends.

A few days later, everything was fairly normal again, but the extra set of muddy hands around tge farm made life a little easier.