<br/><div class="floatright"><div align="center"><strong>Gretcha</strong><br/>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/f/fc/Gretcha_Pinkblood_face.jpg)</div></div><br/>Gretcha lay on the ground, winded, pain coursing through her, but the blind berserker rage had faded. The Elf jumped onto her back which didn't do much to help the pain in her chest nor the lack of air in her lungs. She was goblin, yes, but she was also human. The elf had underestimated her, quite clearly thinking she was just a senseless brute like some hill troll. The bitch had the nerve to thinkshe could break Gretcha's neck with her bare hands.<br/><br/>A slow, mysterious smile spread across the goblin's face. "Okay spike-head, you win". Gretcha put her hands behind her back, crossing her wrists as ordered, waiting for the Elf to realise her mistake. The stupid point-ear was sitting astride Gretcha's back, knees in the goblins armpits, hands in her greasy hair. As her wrists met, the goblin gripped each wrist with the opposite hand in a grip that was unbreakable. And she waited utin the Elf released her head and tried to turn, before she began squeezing, forcing the elf's legs further appart as her hard, muscular back pressed up between the thighs.<br/><br/>"Yeild, point-ear, or I snap your legs off!"<br/>