"All right! Since you put it that way, I have to offer something too. If you lose, we won't beat you as long as you surrender and do as you're told. But if you disobey, you'll go hungry!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk said.
"If we obey, we won't go hungry?" Zuga asked. "I eat a lot."
"Hahahaha!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk laughed. "Do as I say, and I'll let you eat your fill. As much as you can manage. I have three great ships loaded with mountains of grain."
"Really?" Zuga asked in astonishment.
"Really!" Yu Lin Bloodhawk said.
"Then let's duel, but change the stakes. If you lose, give each of us our own body weight in grain. There are only twenty-odd of you. That's too few. We'd be getting a bad deal," Zuga said.
Yu Lin Bloodhawk was delighted. "Fine! If I lose, I'll give you more than 230 sacks of grain, each weighing as much as one of you."
After translating for Zuga, the Troll Translator shouted to the Trolls behind him. They cheered loudly, all convinced that their commander was truly wise.
Zuga struck his shield with his great axe and said, "Come on!"
Yu Lin Bloodhawk took down his longbow and put some distance between them. He crouched and made a few small movements, secretly setting a Freezing Trap at his feet. After waiting a little while, until he felt he had recovered enough to set another trap, he nodded to the Elf interpreter, who shouted for them to begin.
At the signal, Zuga immediately sprinted toward Yu Lin Bloodhawk. Yu Lin Bloodhawk retreated swiftly, firing a Concussive Shot at him as he went. Zuga blocked it with his shield, but Concussive Shot was a slowing spell; it could only be dodged, not blocked. Zuga had wanted