Rizz ran his hand over the peculiar black ore. An unstoppable giggle fit crawled out of him, prompting him to tremble in place and leap with a clap of his feet.
"Fuck yeah! We're in business!"
While the goblin danced, the others shared glances of mixed disbelief.
That was until someone shouted at the top of their lungs.
"What the– NOT MY HAMMER!"
Lobur ignored the tingling aches in his fingers, lifting the warhammer again to look at the hammerhead face to face.
The flat face of the hammerhead was fine, in and of itself. However, the upper shaft of the hammer was bent back and with a slight roll to the side, utterly destroying the weapon's alignment.
"Hey! Did you know this would happen?!" Lobur stomped in question.
Rizz flashed a know-it-all grin. "It's a worthy sacrifice."
"Sacrifice my ass–"
