You are a kobold. Currently, you're facing down a wooden mimicry of a powerful magician that could likely rip someone in half with minimal effort. Most would think that the kobold would lose in this fight, even with the various other kobold warriors coming in to help, but who cares what most think? You're not exactly a normal kobold considering the tiny wings on your back and the magic in your veins, but that's besides the point. The point is, that you will not go out without kicking and screaming.

So it helps that they wouldn't expect you to stand your ground. As they leap forward to behead you with their scythe, you swing upwards, cleanly tearing through their organic coat and slicing the torso. You roll forward to get away from the likely follow up and turn to face them again. "Aren't you a bit overconfident just calling us pests?" You say, quite irritated. "The offer still stands to talk this out you know."

The faux-magician clutches its chest inquisitively for a moment. "Regardless of how difficult to remove, vermin remains as such. Your nature is antithetical to mine, therefore you shan't belong here." Below the oversized leaf hat and pointed bark nose, glowing yellow dots stare daggers at you. A flurry of swipes lash at you, so you make yourself busy dodging them. An opportunity is spotted and you pin the weapon down with your draconic blade and pull out one of your favorite treasures. The powder pistol you took from the vile human rings out, spraying pulp out their chest from a righteous hit.

A creaking groan of rage rattles out at the wound and a clawed hand strikes you away, stinging pain spreading. You're sprawled to the ground on your back and the mage leaps on to you, his scythe stabbing into your side pinning you to the dirt. It hurts like hell, but the position brings an opportunity. "Farewell lizard." He pulls the weapon out and raises it to give the final stroke.