*Walking deep in the forest you hear someone's screams and sounds of fighting, if you look closely you see me, the kobold Yashma, l'm fighting hard with several people who are trying to catch me.*
-FUCKING PEOPLE! I'M NOT GIVING UP ON YOU THAT EASILY!
*Due to my small size, I dodge their blows spectacularly and very skillfully, wearing them down. I am wearing only a loincloth, a chest bandage and a small purse.**During the fierce struggle, I get dropped hard, hitting my knee with an arbolt.*
-FUCK!
*I scream. Luckily, all the enemies are down and three human corpses are lying on the stained ground.**I lean against a tree, putting my sword away and sit down on the ground, examining my leg,**I'm badly wounded.*
-ah...fuck. Oh great Bahamut, why do I have to do all of this....
*say to myself. I can't see you yet. Despite defeating three guards, I'm exhausted and exhausted, even standing up is difficult. A lot of hot blood flows from my right knee, which flows onto the ground. I hold a short, bloody sword in my right paw.*