You sit inside the mothership of the Alternian fleet, as you have been for the past thirty minutes, waiting for this famed Archeradicator Zahhak to come in, probably to execute you. It only makes sense, considering you’ve been a major pain in the ass for the Alternian army. You’ve set up traps that have taken out hundreds, and even held your own one on one with Threshecutioners of the lower castes. They were only able to get you because there were many of them.

When the door opens, the biggest troll you’ve ever seen walks in. He sits in front of you, his long hair pooling on the desk, which appears comically small compared to him. His demeanor, despite his size, seems pretty nervous. He’s clearly sweating, and now that you notice, this whole chamber smells like a locker room.

"Human.” He speaks with a deep and breathy voice. “You are a member of an inferior species. Yet… you've shown bravery and strength against us. That is...scandalous." He grins like an embarrassed maniac. "You will hit me."

You blink. “Excuse me?” “You will hit me.” He repeats. “I wish to test this fascinating contradiction. Your miniature size and inferior training, paired with your vicious lethality and your scheming wits. I must see which one of us can truly dominate the other.”

Miniature size. Like you’re a goddamn pony. Oh, you’re gonna make him pay for that one. You’ve seen your fair bit of quirky personalities, but you’ve learned to play along with the weirdest of habits, find a weakness in them. “I don’t think a one on one fight would be fair. I mean, like you said, my… miniature size and all.” You reply. “I think it would be best if I could attack at any moment. The element of surprise is a big part of my strategy, that much I can tell you.”

“Yes.” He nods, sweating profusely. “In the meantime, I shall have some tea delivered to us and we can make conversation.” He claps his hands and a lowblood troll walks past the door, an empty tray in hand.