Rosch calmed down. He watched every fight and had time to think.
"That older Hobgoblin looks emotionless, but cared so much to even warn me of the possible dangers of killing Gundar right now. I must thank him later.", Rosch thought as he looked at the older Hobgoblin that was still judging the fights.
The fights were becoming longer and longer only the fights of Rosch and Rastar ended in a minute or less. The Orc mix was next and Rosch finished that fight easily too. Same tactic as he did against the human mix. The Orc mix had more muscle and wore heavy armor, while the human mix, too was to heavy with his armor. Those opponents are easy targets for Rosch. It would be dangerous for Rosch, if they had material that his bone blade couldn't cut but here in the middle of the forest on a mountain, getting such material is almost impossible.
The semi-finals started and Rosch's opponent this time was Sleif Ogar. He was the biggest and strongest of his generation and would have won if the Nightwalker bloodline didn't emerge, with Randans generation.
Both stood 10 meters apart and waited for the older Hobgoblin to start the fight.
Sleif was a bit nervous as he knew winning was almost impossible, but his pride didn't allow him to give up.
The older Hobgoblin waved his hand and the fight began. Rosch wanted to sprint again but was surprised by Sleif, who smashed his club into the ground, shooting pebbles and rocks at Rosch with terrifying power.
As Rosch tried to protect his eyes, Sleif was already in front of him, holding his club as high as possible and smashing it down towards Rosch's head.
Rosch saw it only in the corner of his eyes, but that was enough. He was able to tilt his head to the side, which let Sleif only hit his shoulder but the sound Roschar's shoulder made was horrible.
Roschar's left shoulder was smashed and probably not of much use anymore.
"Fuck, I took everyone of them for easy prey and didn't change my tactics. Always charging with speed at them. Being stupid could cost you, your life and that, I forgot it seems." Rosch thought while being crestfallen.
He stood up and started to use his speed again. Rosch ran in zigzag ways, dodging everything that came his way. Sleif looked beaten, he knew he had only one shot and that one he missed.
To that came Rosch now used his head and fought sneaky, running up on him giving him a slash and then backing down again. That went on till Sleif was bloody and weak. Rosch saw, even in the weakened Sleif pure determination that he would never give up and Rosch thought highly of such attributes, but he didn't forget that he was the other one, that left Suz to die.
Rosch started to cut the tendons and watched as Sleif dropped like a bag of potatoes. He didn't want to kill him, but do as much damage as possible, which would hurt not only body but their wealth, too. Because healing such wounds by a shaman would cost them a small fortune.
Sleif only held on for 2 minutes, after the tendons were cut. He passed out and the winner was Rosch.
Rosch was in the final, but with his shoulder broken like that against another Nightwalker would be hard, that's why he sprinted to Schajana, who was still taking care of Suz. Suz slept silently and without pain, which calmed Roschar's heart a bit. But before Schajana could do some real healing, Rastar's victory was announced. He went full power on his enemy and beat him in under 10 seconds.
"Schajana fast, don't heal. Just make the pain go away.", Rosch said in a hurry. Schajana understood and gave him a bottle of painkillers and some magic that would help benumb the shoulder even more.
Rosch went up to the arena and stood 10 meters away from Rastar. Today would be the last day of his childhood it seems. All fights were finished and it was still time for the final.
Rastar looked happy, because before he didn't believe he could, win but now he could taste victory already.
The older Hobgoblin looked at Roschar, but didn't say anything, he just started the match.
Rosch and Rastar only looked at each other. They didn't attack and the tension rose again. Rastar, who felt victory went for the kill and sprinted at full speed towards Rosch.
Rosch looked calm but didn't move, he remembered the fight against the enemy Nightwalker in the woods.
But stepping aside would give Rastar time to calm down and that would be the beginning of a fight that Rosch would surely lose.
So he thought of something more crazy. Rastar, who was almost in front of Rosch pointed his two bone blades at the left and right side of Rosch's chest. Right before impact Rosch stepped forward but went down a little. That little move let Rastar pierce the shoulders of Rosch and made him vulnerable for attacks from below and that is what Rosch did. His right hands bone blades pierced Rastar into the stomach going up under the ribcage almost extending till the heart.
"Brother give up. Your blades are stuck inside my shoulder plates, while I just need to sneeze to pierce your heart.",Rosch said getting paler. Even though with all the painkillers, the pain was to much. The same goes to Rastar he bleed to much and went paler every second, too.
He was proud, too and didn't want to give up, but suddenly the older Hobgoblin declared a winner.
" The competition winner is Roschar.", the old Hobgoblin said. He separated the two carefully to not damage there bodies further. Rosch could walk and went to Schajana instantly. She treated him immediately, as for Rastar a shaman came and started to heal him, too.
It was a quick fight, which surprised many but it still entertained the crowed.
Randan walked forward to give his speech. Both his sons almost killed each other, both were promising yet both were completely irrelevant in front of his eyes. Rosch looked up to him and was shocked.
"He really didn't change. Talking about the tribe all the time, but still not caring about his own children. Still he let my mother free and I owe him for that. After that I will not do anything for him ever again.", Rosch thought a bit upset. He had some hopes that he could change, but Randan was to calculative and manipulative. He just couldn't be trusted.
Randan just waited for some time till he started his speech.
" Good what an amazing day it was and so many promising children we got. Our tribe will grow and get stronger till the day we don't need to be frightened by anyone. We will dominate this forest and this generation will be one of these pillars to hold our tribe up. But now let the last ritual start. This is a mix of all the other ones. The 16 children, who made it the furthest will get a female. Those who have one already will take their own. Now you have to protect her from the other's or take from the others the one you desire, you can walk out as winner with 16 girls or as a loser with non. Everything is possible. Hahaha. But be wise. How many can you take care for right now since after this you count as an adult, for that reason was the hunting competition, how many will get pregnant, that was the sexual ritual for, because if your female got pregnant she is yours and is not allowed to participate in this one, because that shows your fertility and to be honest, which Goblin would take care of another's child. And the last one the combat Competition, is for taking and defending. So can you hold your female, can you feed her, can you feed your offspring and can you take what you want. Hahaha. Let the last battle begin. "
Everything was getting louder, just the children didn't know what was going on. What was that weird ritual they were talking about. The children went into the middle with there sows.
Schajana was walking besides Rosch. Nobody knew that she was pregnant and she wouldn't let someone into their family that Randan had chosen.
"Sow don't make me angry and leave, I can smell from up here that you are pregnant.", Randan shouted suddenly, shocking everyone. All the children looked at the others including Rosch, he didn't know that it was Schajana.
Schajana suddenly stopped becoming paler.
"How did he knew. My pregnancy is mostly a month long. Is it that Nightwalker blood. ", She thought a bit shocked.
Rosch stood still looking perplexed at Schajana as he walked to her.
"Is it ture?", he asked. Schajana nodded a little nervous. He was still young, which made it harder to get someone pregnant and elves are known to get harder to impregnate, too. The others were shocked, mostly the family heads that wanted her. They used her so much and could not do it that fast. They felt inferior to a child, which bugged them hard.
Rosch jumped her and give her a kiss. She was shocked but he grinned at her, slapping her ass.
"Go back to mom, daddy here will do it and come back in one piece.", he said, while still being hurt baldy, but modtly happy not even caring about the pain.
"But y...", Schajana wanted to argue, but was cut of.
"Believe in me. I know you want to be my healer in this ritual, but we can't do anything about it, worst comes to worst they will even punish us. Go back and watch as I win and don't be scared. I won't bring back to many females.", Rosch said smiling dirty at his female, who become mad for a second but then started to laugh. She hugged her male and went back to Lunara and Suz.
" Good, now before we start. Victor of the competition come forward. Only you will be rewarded. The other have to fight for more rewards.", Randan said out loud. He stood there with a smile as if he planned something, Rosch wouldn't like.
Rosch knew what he wanted from the get go. And didn't wait.
" I want 50 warriors, that I can chose myself without restrictions. ", Rosch said.
Randan was surprised, he didn't think he would take something that isn't worth enough for a first place combat competition reward. He stood there and nodded, but said to him that he would get more. Rosch was surprised and happy. He thought 50 was already much, getting even more was fantastic.
"Good, my son has spoken and he wants 50 warriors and a female to participate as his sow in the ritual. The female will be Galia.", Randan said with a huge smile on his face. Every time he could give the Goblin family a hard blow was a good one. What surprised many was that she was jumping from her fathers side as if she already knew what would happen and went fast to Roschar's side. The Hobgoblin family head was fuming and he knew that it was Randan and his own daughter planning this.
Galia walked besides Rosch looking at him. Everyone was shocked, as she was the only pure blooded Goblin female that became a Hobgoblin. When Goblins hibernate to become Hobgoblins, they have to be strong and well fed, which isn't easy for a female. They aren't seen as equals in this tribe and she didn't rely on anyone else and still did it.
Rosch still didn't react. She was stunning, Rosch was shocked that a Goblin could look that beautiful, but like males that become more handsome when becoming a Hobgoblin, females, too became more beautiful or better said much more beautiful.
She was 1,70 meters, which was a bit shorter then Schajana. She had beautiful yade colored skin. Her hair was dark green and long. The sides were cut really short and the rest was long almost to her bottom, which looked wild and untamed. She had deep purple eyes, bountiful breast, a round juicy bottom, big canines that peaked out when she smiled and sharp nails. She had revealing clothes on. Her underboobs were peaking out and her hot pants were emphasizing her beautiful long legs. Both garments were just pelts, which showed more of her wild-like beauty.