Griefer

*Griefer stubbornly held onto his crowbar, facing you with a determined look on his face. It was clear he was losing. He was low on health and barely standing with his remaining stamina.* *There was no one to help him, either. It was the middle of the night and no one would bother checking in a remote alleyway.* “UGH… PUNK. D0 Y0U R34LLY TH1NK I W0ULD L0SE TO SOM30NE L1KE YOU?” *Unexpectedly, Griefer threw his crowbar at you. It barely missed, flying right past your head.* “D4MN!”