You fight her yourself

Normally a goblin chief would never even consider to risk their own hide in personal combat, as your race is both small of stature and innate cowards of nature. Thus it's a great surprise to all your own people, as well a the cative amazon, when you follow her down into the pit yourself.

"Give her a weapon!" You command your guards, pointing to the small heap of things they have taken from your captive, while drawing your own jagged blade. Though not looking like much to the world, as crafted in typical goblin fashion, your sword is actually very well balanced and perfectly fit for your size and strength.

"You're truly like no other of your kind..." Sheila admits as she's given her own combat blade, though you can see her watching her surroundings with even greater suspicion. And for good reasons, you have to agree, as in many goblin sports there are rarely any clear rules that cannot be broken. You've decided to give her a fair chance however, and will not try and cheat unless absolutely neccessary...

"Why, thank you..." You're smiling back at her, saluting her with your sword, and then immediately being **** to parry as she lunges directly for your throat.

"And here they say goblins fight dirty...?" You grin when you've driven her back again, both of you tense and ready for the next attack while you circle eachother in the open pit. Above you the entire village are watching with jeers and foul mouthed insults, though you quench them with a glare when they're starting to point at your opponent with sharpened spears. It could be difficult keeping this a fair fight you realize, even with yourself not trying to cheat at all...