A very short Combat

Two quick steps and a forceful jump launched Flinch at the distracted mage. He couldn’t avoid making a bit of noise when he kicked off, but the woman didn’t seem to react. He approached rapidly, like an arrow launched by a gigantic bow, one arm outstretched to go for her neck, the other closing around the collar. He was so close now, he could feel her silver hair on his skin. Victory, he could already taste it. ‘Should have been more careful, little lady.’, his heart was already beating quickly in celebration of his victory.

The **** that grabbed him was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Flinch crashed into the ground like a bird struck with an arrow. The stones of the pavement were cracked by the **** of the impact. His eyes went wide as he coughed up a mouthful of blood, the pain was too severe to even make a noise, let alone move. It was still pushing him down. He felt like a god had descended from the heavens and crushed him under their heel like an ant.

Gathering all the strength he could, he slowly raised up his head to look up at the mage. The woman was still humming and still didn’t acknowledge his existence. Only after finishing her current rune did she turn around and looked down at Flinch. “What do we have here? An overgrown goblin? It is quite impressive that you can still move.”, her tone was playful, and she had a gentle smile on her face, “What are you doing? It is very rude to attack a lady at night.”, she covered her mouth in mocking shock, “Were you going to ravage me? Make me your breeding slut? Well, I’d never allow that.”. After the last statement she seemed to be rubbing her legs together.

Flinch couldn’t believe it. This mage was unbelievably powerful and, it seemed… a pervert. She floated down towards him until the foot was right above his face, then she pressed it down on him, covering his mouth with her soft sole and pinching his nose with her toes. She was an ethereal beauty with her long silver hair flowing as if a continuous gentle wind played around them. Her caramel skin heightened the beauty of her golden eyes and supple lips, which were currently pursed in a mocking expression. “Unfortunately for you, I am Fortuna. An arch-mage and one of the Starbound Five, the most powerful mages in the whole world.”, her tone was so infuriatingly condescending, like a teacher scolding a stupid student.

Flinch felt himself struggling for air as her delicate foot still covered his mouth and nose. Despite the immense **** holding him down, he clenched a fist and pressed it into the ground. He felt like he was moving through mud, slow and sluggish, but he was moving. With a superhuman (or supergoblin, I suppose) effort, he pushed himself up and freed his face from the foot. Fresh air filled his lungs once again and he managed to press out a few words, “I came to… negotiate.”. ‘Back to lying, the weapon of the weak.’, Flinch felt pathetic, but then again, his trickery had brought him this far.

The mage raised her eyebrows, “How are you moving? Nobody outside the other Starbound ever resisted my spells… and that stupid Sword-Saint.”, she started chewing on her lower lip, “Anyway, I’ll find out later what made you so… impressive. I feel something demonic inside you.”, her foot prodded the horn as she said that. “So, you want me to believe you came here to negotiate with me?”, she finally asked.