Fang would brace himself and egg me on, and then, my fists balled, I’d hurl them at his soft head. They’d hit home with a sickening thud, and the murloc, for whom all remnants of my enmity had evaporated in the face of this nauseating brutality, would stumble to the side, shake himself off and tell me to hit him again, “and not like a gnome this time!” [link]
Artist: Michellethemit