"Curse your overly long elven reach!"
"Hah! Stubby little nublet! Think you can take hS from me, do you?"
"I'm darn sure I can take you, you gangly old... oldbie!"
YET MORE CLANG
"That's Permission Giver Emeritus gangly old oldbie to you!"
"Oh, Emeritus, is it? More like meritless!"
The argument continued in similar vein for several hours, neither elf nor
dwarf perfectly normal-sized human really tiring from their efforts. As crowbar pinged off elvish blade once more, hS leaned back on his chaise longue and watched the fireworks.
"They do enjoy fighting over you, don't they?"
HS turned to the fan-wielding boy next to him. "Oh yes. It's amusing, but it's... not entirely for me. They're just working up a sweat for their own, ahem, personal gain. Besides, we both know it's not what I really want, is it?"
"That we do," said Voyd, with a distinctly lascivious smile.