"Let's just hope I'm-" Just then something collided with Heart's face.
"What the hell?"
As another object was sent hurdling towards him, he ducked just in time for it to go over his head. Looking in the direction it was thrown, Fast-Heart saw a group of spectating goblins, laughing and throwing rotten fruit and vegetables at him.
"Getup Weepig!" chanted the crowd
Weepig?
Looking around for this Weepig, Heart scanned the entire field, until he finally spotted a small goblin on the ground a few feet away. "How did he get there?" Fast-Heart was dumbfounded by the sight, wondering just how long he was out. It seemed like he had only taken a few seconds to remember what happen to last guy that held this ball. If he was any later, then he would- "AHHHHHHH!" two voices screamed in unison. The sound of bodies clashing behind him disturbed his concentration once more. Turning around Heart was just in time to see a goblin sent flying by a large man.
"Rodar did good! Sent that sucka flying, I did!"
As he watched his teammate celebrate his brutality, he redirected his attention to the goblin, which was now getting taken off the field on a stretcher. "Thanks..." Fast-heart said in a whisper, still shocked by what was going on. It would seem the war was still in their favor, but on second examination, one might think otherwise. Sure his team was still pummeling the tiny green men, but they were still outnumbered and it looked like they closing in. It would only be matter of seconds before the troll is back up and the chainsaw is revving again...
"Hey, Daisy, you through soaking up the moment? Get ya sun-lovin' ass down here while we have a path cleared." Yelled Cruril.
"Yea Daisy, let’s go." Laughed Rodar, as he slapped him hard on the back.
While Heart was busy being contemplating, his teammates had already provided a path for him. Grunting at his new nickname, he tightened his grip on the ball and sprinted off, "Come on Fast-Heart, you can do this."
"What the hell?"
As another object was sent hurdling towards him, he ducked just in time for it to go over his head. Looking in the direction it was thrown, Fast-Heart saw a group of spectating goblins, laughing and throwing rotten fruit and vegetables at him.
"Getup Weepig!" chanted the crowd
Weepig?
Looking around for this Weepig, Heart scanned the entire field, until he finally spotted a small goblin on the ground a few feet away. "How did he get there?" Fast-Heart was dumbfounded by the sight, wondering just how long he was out. It seemed like he had only taken a few seconds to remember what happen to last guy that held this ball. If he was any later, then he would- "AHHHHHHH!" two voices screamed in unison. The sound of bodies clashing behind him disturbed his concentration once more. Turning around Heart was just in time to see a goblin sent flying by a large man.
"Rodar did good! Sent that sucka flying, I did!"
As he watched his teammate celebrate his brutality, he redirected his attention to the goblin, which was now getting taken off the field on a stretcher. "Thanks..." Fast-heart said in a whisper, still shocked by what was going on. It would seem the war was still in their favor, but on second examination, one might think otherwise. Sure his team was still pummeling the tiny green men, but they were still outnumbered and it looked like they closing in. It would only be matter of seconds before the troll is back up and the chainsaw is revving again...
"Hey, Daisy, you through soaking up the moment? Get ya sun-lovin' ass down here while we have a path cleared." Yelled Cruril.
"Yea Daisy, let’s go." Laughed Rodar, as he slapped him hard on the back.
While Heart was busy being contemplating, his teammates had already provided a path for him. Grunting at his new nickname, he tightened his grip on the ball and sprinted off, "Come on Fast-Heart, you can do this."