Adventures Of A Goblin

*HUFFF..., HUFFF....*

The Wyvern leader falls her body to the ground with her head facing the blue clear sky, her wings open wide. With an exhausted look on her face, she breathes in an out uncontrollably.

"are you okay".

Orun with his roughed up body, moved closer to her and sat himself down, inches away from where she laid.

"i am fine, my body just aches a bit is all. With a little rest, I will be back in shape".

She replied, taking one last uncontrollably sip of air before she got her breathing pace under control.

"didn't know Wyverns do get a body ache".

"depends, but with the way you threw us all around, what did you expect".

"hey, I had it worse from you guys. You all blasted me with your breathe, used my body as a batting ram to cause a crater on the ground, then you threw me beyond the mountain cliff, with the intention of having me fall into the forest ground".

"you know, if I didn't know better, I would say you were all trying to kill me".

"you are the one who imposed on yourself the rule of not using anything else other than your physical ability, and also the one who told us to come at you like we meant it".

"yeah well, I did say that does not mean you should do it. If I were to tell you with a serious face, hey, kill me. Would you do that".

"you said to, why would I not".

"wow, I didn't know you were the type to follow someone else's other with such detailed execution".

"you requested, I do. Do you expect me to beg someone who wants to die, to not die".

Orun looks up at the sky, and for that short moment, his mind wandered off in deep thought before he replied the Wyvern leader.

"you make a fair point".

Orun's outcome of the friendly combat he had proposed, ended in his own defeat after managing to take out six among the sixteen Wyverns he had fought against.

Just like the Wyvern leader who laid herself down due to the body ache she is feeling, so is Orun who wasn't excused from the presence of fatigue, it is just that he has a tight reign on handling the fatigue he is dealt with.

The Wyverns did not spare not pity him in their attempt to put him down, which also resulted in them getting tired and laying themselves on the ground after the fight was over.

Most of the ones who triumphed against him dozed off after the combat, while the ones who lost the fight, are still unconscious till date.

"i really didn't think it would take having to sacrifice six members of the pack before we could finally put you down".

"honestly, I wasn't expecting it as well. I also thought I was a goner when I got hit by the breathe from all fifteen of you. Though I wouldn't say I came out of it unscathed".

"my body just like yours, ache all over, and I can feel my muscle fibers getting drawn out. It will take a while for me to get back in full shape".

"if you don't mind me asking, what level are you guys in".

The Wyvern leader's hesitancy to answer Orun could be felt from her facial expression, even with her unique face that makes it hard for Orun to discern what she is actually thinking about most of the time.

"its okay if you don't want to tell me. It's just, I have fought with some pretty shitty opponents who are bound by levels, comparing their strength to yours, I can see the overwhelming gap, in that they are far stronger than you physically".

"it made me wonder, comparing a Wyvern race and a goblin race, which one comes out as the strongest.

"can't believe you are even asking that. The Wyvern race takes the lead above the Goblins. If you want a fair racial comparison, then you have to pit us against race like Ogres, Cyclops, lesser dragons and so on".

"those are the kind of race we deserve to be put up against, and not with a goblin race. An average Wyvern would squash an average Goblin without having to put in the effort".

"hmm....., I am having a very hard time believing that to be true".

Orun says so casually, warding of the proud look worn by the Wyvern leader as she talked about her race's might.

"what makes you say that? If it's because of how we performed against you, then you are wrong to judge like that. It's very much obvious that you are a being possessing strength far greater than ours, and though I still don't know what race you belong to, I am pretty sure it is within the confines of higher, a race exceeding the lesser dragons, probably up to the intermediate dragon level, or highest, the greater dragon level".

Orun raised his upper body up with his lower body still layed flat on the ground, he slightly lifted up his left knee in a triangle shaped, and placed his left hand on the knee.

"i don't know about the dragon level stuff, but I have fought against a goblin who had me wrinkling out every last drop of idea I had before I could take him down".

"is that another one of your sour jokes?".

"does it look like I am joking".

The Wyvern leader turned her head over to Orun, and saw the expression on his face.

She hadn't known him for long, but she could already tell that Orun is the kind of person who has confidence in himself, and comes out as not being scared of anything.

The he look she saw on his face, is one of dreadfulness and fear, it was a look unbefitting for one who had taken down six members of her pack with just his physical strength, and also once defeated them all without much trouble.