First time doing one of these, really trying to improve as a writer. This seems like a great place to grow, so please let me know what you think! I have thick skin, criticism is welcome.
Blagnar has no right! NO RIGHT!! I am Linkbelt the Quick, I should be sneaking behind enemy lines, stealing crucial supplies. I have no business guarding the hideout! None! NO BUSINESS!! I am far, far too valuable. Blagnar is just trying to make Linkbelt seem less important, I think. Yes. So the other gobs will think I'm too weak. I am not weak. Not! NOT WEAK!! Well, I will do my duty, but I won't---
Just then, Linkbelt's tortured internal monologue was interrupted by the sound of goblins screaming outside of the entrance to his clan's hideout. Shocked, he scrambled to pick up his spear. In his hurried panic, the feeble spear flew from his hands, causing him to scream in fear.
Just then, the large, thick wooden door flew open, revealing none other than Bearfist the Boisterous, famed barbarian warrior from the southern snow caps. Bearfist smiled with glee, seeing only a single screaming goblin standing between him and the reward for returning the local baron's goblet.
“Flee or be filleted, little---”
Before the machismo of Bearfist could fully escape his lips, an errant spear flew clean through his exposed breast. A large hole was immediately produced, allowing the blood of the barbarian to spill all over the ground. As the puddle grew at the feet of Linkbelt the Quick, he picked up a stray rock and hurled it at Bearfist's mighty cranium. When the stone connected, the mountain man simply smiled, gave little Linkbelt a hearty thumbs up, and fell backwards. His two axes fell harmlessly to the ground, a sad sight for any lover of manly justice.
Linkbelt could hardly believe his own might! Before him lay one of the prime goblin slayers of the land, and it was Linkbelt's own spear that caused the mess! There was simply no containing his glee. Linkbelt hooted and howled, dancing and clapping like a young child who had won an egg race.
“Stupid Blagnar!! While you were hunting for petty theft, Linkbelt killed Bearfist! BEARFIST!! LINKBELT KILLED---”
However, Linkbelt's celebration was cut short. As he danced and screamed his superiority over a peer who wasn't even present, he slipped in the blood of his fallen foe, landing chin first on the blade of a certain dead hero's fallen axe. As Linkbelt's head was split in half, all he could think was,
“Ouch.”