Strike.
Punch.
Kick.
Slam.
Olmed had the friends on the ground. Before Holok could get away, Olmed grabbed the front of Holok’s uniform. He raised him off his feet, so the little humanoid was eye-level.
Holok trembled.
“Leave. Me. Alone.”
“We don’t want you—”
Olmed pulled him closer.
Growled.
Holok struggled.
Olmed let go. “Don’t screw with me,” he snarled.
Holok took off, running right past Erzo.
Who sat there, on his tail, nonchalantly watching.
“Thought you were my friend,” Olmed said.
Erzo shrugged. “Think you had it under control.”
From around the corner, another miner, Phares, came over. “What happened?”
Olmed opened his mouth to speak.
“Holok was being a dung stone, and the new guy, Olmed, took care of it,” Erzo said, as though it happened every day.
Phares glanced at Olmed. “You okay?”
Olmed nodded. “Where do I go for punishment?”
Phares glanced back down the tunnel, where Holok took off. “Don’t worry about it. Holok was due to get his rear kicked.”
Not exactly how Olmed expected that to go, but he would take it.
"You are upset," Fwan, the head of the Miner's Needs said. He stared down at Olmed, not intimidated by Olmed's horns or red skin. Fwan’s chair sat a little higher than Olmed’s giving him a towering appearance.
This added to the fact that Fwan had skin that could melt into shadows if he wanted to, so intimidation was not easily done to him.
Olmed, on the other hand, intimidated anyone on the Mining Guild’s ship whenever necessary. It worked very well at keeping others at a distance as needed.
"I am fine," Olmed replied.
"You got into another fight in the mines."
"Miners are troll dung." Unfortunately, Holok’s first incident was not his last attempt at dragging Olmed into a fight. Mostly to prove that he could take Olmed, at least that’s what Olmed guessed. Why he kept coming back and trying to fight didn’t make sense.
But miners tended to be their own kind of stupid.
