The man, I hated to admit, punched like an ogre. I could only imagine his booted heel descending towards my head would be twice as bad. Seeing spots, I rolled, gathered my feet, and sprung away. All the people who'd cheered me on moments before now screamed for my head. “Cheater!” “Changeling!” “Kill him!” “Bash his face in, Tormac!” My, the tides change fast here. A wooden tankard zinged past my head. “Hold on!” I shouted, holding my arms up. “No one stated any rules! I’ve deceived no one. All I did was make a challenge to arm wrestle. Tormac Agreed! He lost. I won. Now back away!” I said, shaking my fist. No one moved. I had a way of capturing people’s attention like that. One woman in the back, dressed in a black vest of leather armor, spoke up.
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