Time for a round of sparring

Holding her green pussy to your lips until she descends from her orgasmic high, you give her slit a long lick, tracing across her ass before moving up her back. Face coated in your mixed juices you pull her lips to yours, tongues entwining briefly before you push her away and say, "Now you have to prove you can fight. Minion needs mate to remain strong. Other goblins cannot doubt us. Cannot doubt you." She nods, and you scrub each other down before re-equipping your gear and moving back to meet up with your soldiers. They are arguing with each other when you arrive at your meeting point, complaining about you not allowing them to do anything and grumbling that things were better under Rizlyx, "So you prefer to have your skulls on my belt rather than on your shoulders?" having not noticed your approach they all turn pale, scrambling to their feet at your harsh reprisal.

The first among them is a huge (relative to normal goblins), round bull of a goblin, his belly rippling with muscle, arms corded with lanky sinew, callused hands capped with unkempt black claws. He snarls as you inspect him, and you hold his gaze until he can take no more, shrinking back from your smouldering flame touched eyes in deference to you as alpha. Next in line is a tiny, whip thin ball of teeth and nails, his eyes glittering with restrained **** and anger, yet he nods respectfully to you. You smirk, he knows his place in the order of things and will be useful in the days to come. Third is an average sort of goblin, his skin bright yellow green with a pronounced pierced nose, he constantly sniffs the air as if he were a blood hound. Finally, the fifth member of your troop is average in height for a goblin but impossibly wide, almost 4 feet across at the shoulders. Even after cleansing himself in the pools he reeks of charcoal and ale, his hands covered in burns and his eyebrows only clumps of determined hair. Smiling a toothy smile, he says to you, "So yous the king of the gobs now are ya? HA! If it means more ale and free wenches, I'll follow you to the edges of this place and beyond!" his whole body rumbles as his mirth overtakes him.

"Minion knows that the master seeks those willing to serve, that his power is absolute. To resist is to die, unworthy of his armies, of his power. I am Minion, and you will treat me as I treat him. Serve me well and you will be forged into warriors without equal, earning the respect that comes with true power. Learn from me well, brothers, and let us drag our kind back from the weakness that has made us the laughing stock of the master's armies." The determination in your voice reverberates through them, a flame of pride barely sparked taking root in their minds. They stand a bit straighter, eyes meeting yours questioningly, "Know that if you fail you will be killed, replaced without hesitation. Do not disappoint me. Earn your names on this journey of ours." You point with your obsidian hammer to the first of your soldiers, "You first."

He hoots with glee, reaching back for a menacing cudgel studded with bent nails as he steps forward to face you. You circle each other, his cudgel held low matching your war-hammer before he strikes with suprising speed, his torso twisting as his arm lashes out. You duck his blow, leaning in and slamming your fist into his solar-plexus, his breath **** from his chest with a spray of spittle. Backing away you allow him to recover his breath, his eyes filled with wild fury as he steps forward to swing wildly with both claw and club. He is no Balthor, his raw physical prowess paling in comparison to your magically enhanced abilities. You hold back, deflecting his strikes and dodging his swiping claws until he becomes so fatigued you simply push him to the ground with a forceful shove. "Your arms are long, but your weapon is small. Why did you lose?" Rising to his feet, the goblin snarls his retort, "Maybe if you were regular goblin you not be so lucky. Master gave you strength, you didn't earn it." Raising one eye brow you punch him in the gut, causing him to double over, "You lost because you forgot what it means to be goblin. Fast, small, clever." You kick him from the ring, summoning the next of your motley crew.

Crawling on all fours like some kind of crazed frog, your second companion lets out a shrill cry and leaps at you with claws out stretched. Stepping into his lunging attack, you grasp him by the scalp before he can raise his claws to swipe at your face. Using his momentum you spin him about and slam him to the ground with a dull thud, "You know fast and small, but you forget clever! Don't let me catch you before you can strike!" You say this loud enough for all present to hear, "We are not strong like the beast men, but we are more smart! Out wit them and strike first, use everything as a weapon!" as the smaller goblin scrabbles to his feet you throw a hand-full of dusty earth into his eyes, placing your boot to his chest as he tries to clear his vision sending him tumbling from the ring.

Sniffing at the air, your third companion draws a wicked looking hatchet. Wasting no time he steps towards you and begins testing your defense, launching series of probing attacks with his hatchet. He stays just outside your reach, making sure not to leave an opening like your previous two combatants. He reaches into his belt pouches when he thinks you are unaware, and tosses a dagger straight at your chest! Luckily his aim is poor and the projectile goes wide as you dodge faster than he can keep up, crushing his foot and then uppercutting him in the jaw. He careens back wards, knocked **** from your well placed blow, "This one learns well. Strike when they least expect! Next!"

Your final companion steps into the ring, a torch in one hand and a mug in the other. He takes a long drought of its contents, grinning before spraying a burst of flame towards you. Your front side is singed, but for the most part you are unharmed but it was only a distraction. As you were recovering he slipped to your side, and you are only aware of him because of your enhanced senses, blocking his descending torch with your hammer at the last moment. "Ha HA! Not many survive Firegut's signature move!", The portly goblin backs out of the ring putting out his torch in his mug, "Now Blackmane fight Minion! This good!" You grimace and turn to find Blackmane already warily observing you, a small dagger drawn.