A crazed look fills your eyes.

Your fists tighten & shake, You begin to drool.

Fats takes a step back, raising his hands in-front of himself with open palms.

"Hey, we're cool. How about we just go our separate ways and call it a day?"

He says quietly in a panicked tone.

But there is no turning back!

You rush towards Fats and starting dishing out punch after punch!

The other two goblins flee, but you don't stop hitting Fats.

You know he is dead, But you refuse to stop until his face is nothing more than a bloody paste, & your knuckles hit the concrete.


(Probably all that built up rapist energy of yours)


You rise victorious! 

managing to best the small, weak, unarmed foe.