Rhyderi made a vaguely amused sound. “You want to hear that story? There isn’t much to tell. A particularly large monster had gotten loose in a tournament. It started breaking things and threatened lives. So… in my stupidity, I jumped in and stole it’s attention. I had it for a good number of minutes, at least until it grabbed me, thrashed me around like a play-toy and then threw me halfway across the grounds.”
“Make sure to always wear a helmet.” Rhyderi grunted. “I landed on my head. Had I not been wearing it, my brain would have been much all over the pavement.” He visibly shuddered. “Instead, I bounced, crashed around in the snow and hit something… I don’t remember what. When I woke up, my leg was twisted at an angle that no leg should ever be twisted at.” His ears were low on his head and he spoke in a quiet voice. “I nearly became an amputee if not for the skill of certain people.”
“Heh. I don’t really know this fat-slob person. But I assure you I would never allow myself to get that way.”