You respond to his challenge with a challenge of your own. "I Don' see much reason myself... Ok, how 'bought this then since you don' beleve me why don' we make a deal? we have a wrestlin' match between one O you an' One of us, we win then You let us through no more problems or questions. we lose, an' we give ya all our cash an' turn back?" The orc stares at you for a moment, then looks at the others with you. His eyes stop on Sylvester, and he spends quite some time sizing up the behemoth before responding. "I normally wouldn't do this, but I'm bored, so I guess I accept. GOG!!" The orc screams, and from behind the campfire came the largest orc of the group. He was 8 feet tall and walked with an odd sort of swagger. "Fight me! HA!" Gog shouted at Sylvester. Standing at only 6 foot-5, Sylvester was not nearly as tall, but he was about the same size when it came to muscle. The orc you first talked to started talking again. "This is the ring. If you leave the ring, you lose. If you are pinned to the ground for one minute, you lose." He then turned to Paul, recognizing him as a mage. "And if he ever talks, or makes weird hand signs, we will kill you all. No magic. Just muscle." Sylvester pulled off his shirt, revealing his huge chest and arms. Gog, the orc, did the same. The two stood inside the makeshift ring dug in the dirt, and started circling each other. "Begin!" Screamed the orcs in near unison.
Immediately, Gog charged right into Sylvester, swinging his arm in a mighty upercut that would likely remove a head if it hit. But Sylvester was surprisingly fast, and sidestepped the swing, and grappled God around his leg. Sylvester threw the leg up, knockig Gog off balance, before clothes-lining him in the face. The orc crashed to the ground, where Sylvester pile-drived him in the chest. The orc didn't make any noise apart from an audible *whoof* as the air went out of his mouth. Sylvester grabbed the orc by the leg, and rolled up onto his body, going for the pin immediately. Gog struggled for about 20 seconds before he freed his arm and punched Sylvester off of him. Both of the fighters got up, and got ready for a second engagement. This time, it was Sylvester who approached, but he was slow and methodical, feigning attacks and being generally unpredictable. However, during one of his feigns, Gog managed to grab Sylvester by his arm, and suplex him dangerously close to the edge of the ring. Gog tried to shove Sylvester out of the ring to end the match prematurely, but Sylvester kicked Gog in the chest and send him back while he stood up again.
The match went on for nearly thirty minutes with each person getting close to winning more times than you could count. Both fighters were extremely weary, but Sylvester was overall less wounded than Gog was. While Gog had the advantage in brute strength, Sylvester played the match smarter, scoring many small hits that over time weakened Gog to the point where he could be defeated. Both fighters were grappling each other, but Sylvester got behind Gog and put both his arms into a lock. Their legs now battled fiercely, Gog trying to stay on his feet while Sylvester tried to bring him down. After an intense match, Sylvester tripped one of Gog's legs and they both fell flat, with Sylvester on top. The minute seemed to drag on forever, but finally, the orcs conceded defeat, and grudgingly held up their end of the bargain. Gog went straight into his tent and refused to show his face, while the other orcs cleaned up the mess and told you to leave this instant. You obliged. Paul began healing Sylvester while Roshan was giddily congratulating him on his victory. Within ten minutes, everybody was saddled up and you were off once again.
For the rest of the day, the journey was uneventful. You set up camp with your backs to a river. Roshan took the first watch while everybody else turned in for the night. The day of traveling left you exhausted, and you fall into your mat and pass out. You are awoken by shouting, it was Paul. He was next to watch after Roshan, and he was waking everybody up. You grab your sword and exit your tent. Paul was muttering some magic, and suddenly, about 3 dozen creatures started glowing in the dark. They were goblins! They all understandably started freaking out when they saw they were glowing in the dark, but one of them said, "It doesn't hurt. Let's get them!" Roshan and Sylvester came out, ready to fight as well. But you were still outnumbered.