Once again our “Heroes” laze around, doing nothing. Just this time, the difference is, they met a 30 strong group of tribal dog-faced kobolds led by a slightly bigger kobold, who at first where quite indifferent to the party, if not fearful of them. That was of course before one perticular person I won't name screamed “DOGGY” and proceeded to pick a very large stick up off the ground and threw it at the leading kobold. Afterwards, our little party was surrounded by a large and quite angry mob of kobolds.

*Numerous growls*

"Did you have to throw a stick at the face of their leader my Lord?"

"I mean, I didn’t have to. "

"But you did."

"Depending on how you look at it, yeah."

"Why?"

"Because...Doggy. Also it’s not like they could seriously injure me or something. At most, they could maybe kill Timmy and… meh. And that's even if they ever get the balls to attack us outright. Look at them. Who are little bitches who are afraid of the big mean monster? You are- Yes you are-

And then they attacked. An epic battle started, which will echo for eons in the annals of history-

"BAD DOGGOS. SIT."

"...They actually sat. Huh."

"I knew I was a great pet keeper."

"Or maybe they where terrified of you skill infused voice, my Lord?"

"Eh, probably a bit of both."

"Great, can we go now, I personally had enough of this bland green landscape without any tree or hill in sight."

"Eh, sure, let’s go."

"Shall I take care of the kobolds, my lord."

Said the smiling demon, finally seeing an opportunity for some much needed experience.

"What? No, we don’t kill dogs. Who do you think I am, some kind of fucking psychopath?"

"Really?"

"What?"

"You burn down a forest, kill heroes, take hostages, have a demon as your lackey - No offense, Timmy -

"None taken."

-And torture not only him but also me with your black hole of a personality-

"Not cool."

-But canines. Canines of all the things in this forsaken dimension. Why the hell canines."

"...Well you see, I once saw a funny image of a dog...but-prepare yourself for this...he was also...bread."

"...Of course. Yes. Indeed. How could I not see."

And then the demon proceed to kill one of the dogs by throwing a bolt of fire at him.

"HEY, BAD DEMON, NO. NO MORE KILLING FOR YOU TODAY. BAD. SIT. SIT."

Barely being able to resist the pain by covering his ears, the demon looked smugly at the sloth.

"What are you going to do now? Attack me? Ha, I am way to valuable for you to just kill me-

"Wait a second. I want you to say that again, but real slowly."

"No I will not-

"Timmy, I would actually consider to do what he said right now."

The ghost said, a bad premonition forming inside his feeble mind.

"...Fine."

"...Now, do you think, I wouldn’t kill you?"

"Yes, of course not!"

"Why?"

"Because I am a strong, independent demon that will one day rule the world. Who wouldn’t want me in their party?"

Except of course: Paladins, priests, monks, holy knights in general, all mages except the evil ones (duh), druids, heroes, angels, other demons, devils, anyone stronger than you and also anyone with half a brain cell...

"Mhm. Mhm. Well, you see, I think for once the shitty narrator is right."

“The great narrator is always right”, he meant to say, sadly his disability makes it hard for him to form coherent words.

"I do not understand, what do you mean."

"Well, they always say doing is better than saying."

And so our hero slashed at the demon with a speed you wouldn't believe from his lazy form, leaving the demon astonished, for a second believing the beast had missed, he wanted to run away again, before he heard a sound of a something hitting the ground.

"Oh no, that’s not good."

As he looked down on the ground, he saw a familiar, yet slightly different sight. A broken of horn.

And so he began screaming in pain once again, before the hornless demon desperately lowered himself before this master, kneeling before him in hope of mercy.

"Well, at least right now you aren’t so-

"...No..not...have mercy. This one understands-

A whisper sounding through the area, so quit one shouldn’t be able to hear it, yet so booming in the ears of the demon.

"Horny."

"Dear Buddha, have mercy on him."

The demon lay broken once again, any thoughts on escaping or going against his masters wishes thrown into the dungeon to forever be tortured.

"That was too much, even for you. Just why?"

"Please, we both know that isn't true. Also, can’t have my employees going against me, can I? And since when are you two such good buddies that you need to defend him, huh? You gonna be his little boyfriend standing up to the big bully? I am sooo scared."

"…"

"If it makes you feel better, the bad joke hurt me just as much at it did you timmy."

"Now let’s go on again- OUCH, WHAT THE-

It seems while our friends where dealing with their little...misunderstanding, a kobold with a familiar stick imprint on his face sneaked behind our hero and bit his ass. Of course, such a small wound wouldn't make our hero lose his calm, instead he used on of his trusty skills again, almost dancing his way through the fight.

"AH FUCK, GET AWAY FROM MY TAIL YOU DOG OF A BITCH, I LIKE CAT'S BETTER ANYWAY YOU LITTLE SHIT."

Struggle (F-) (Active) is evolving!

Struggle, due to your Title, evolved into Fools Struggle (E+)

Some may see that the fight is over and they accept their death. Not you. No, even knowing you will most likely die you refuse to die honorably. Even if it means dying while screaming and throwing a tantrum, more likely to make your enemy too embarrassed to continue fighting a fool like you then it is to save you from death.

And true to it’s description, the kobold suddenly had a look of disgust in his face, spitting out our heroes behind and ran away, leaving his still struggling companions behind.

"Well, that was that...Hey, Timmy?"

"...Yes, lord."

Said the demon quietly, as if scared he would be exposed to more torture if he spoke any louder.

"I decided I don’t like dogs anymore. You can kill them all now, aren’t you happy? See, all is nice and well again, no hard feelings, right?"

Yet one could hear no cheers nor merry laughter, only the sad, sobbing noise of a little, broken, imp.