"Music is not about pandering to an audience." Shreddie scoffed. "Play that to my nephews back at home and you will only get blank stares. No, true music reaches out to the soul, regardless of memories, history, and knowledge." He began moving closer now, once again strumming his lone chord. "Feel the vibrations in the air. Feel as it reverbates through your body. Feel how it compels you to move to the beat." He strummed louder now, alternating with a skillful knock on the wooden surface to create a drum effect. He was face to face with the elf now, staring him straight in the eyes. "FEEL IT!" He demanded with an air of compulsion in line with the music. "FEEL THE MUSIC."
And then he grabbed his lute by the neck and smashed it into the elf's face (Hack & Slash STR: 8).
Brute force wasn't going to do it, so Shreddie concluded it was time for more dirty tactics. He scooped up a handful of mud, and flinged it at the Elf's face, hoping to blind his opponent while regaining his stature (Defy Danger DEX: 5).
Due to the pain in his shoulder, Shreddie flung the mud into his own face instead. (Confused -1 WIS)
Through obscured vision, he could see that the Rude Elf seemed a little disorientated from the blow to his head as well, and had possibly thrown his only weapon at Shreddie, because he was crawling towards him without anything in hand.
Smeared in mud and blood, Shreddie managed to formulate an incredible plan, or at least it seemed incredible at the moment. He'd briefly considered pulling the knife out of his shoulder and going to stab-town on the Elf, but he figured that the surrounding Elves wouldn't take too kindly to him accidentally stabbing their kin to death. Instead, he decided to give dirty tactics another go. He pulled the knife out of his shoulder with a wince. "Hey!" he said to his opponent. "You want your knife back?" And tried to lob it over the Elf's head (Defy Danger DEX: 9). Without waiting to see if he had hit the arc he'd aimed for, he threw himself at his opponent, pulling him down into the mud (Defy Danger STR: 9). Shreddie had witnessed quite a few girls' mud wrestling contests in his life, and if girls could do it, how hard could it be?
The Rude Elf managed to grab the dagger mid-air, but by the blade. Howling in pain, the Rude Elf dropped the dagger as Shreddie grabbed him around the neck with his uninjured side, dragging the elf into the mud. His knee cracked against the elf's ribs in the process. A brief lull in the fighting settled, as the grappled elf made eye contact with Shreddie, a look of faint fear upon his face. He clearly had no idea how much Shreddie was hurting.
The singing elves reached a crescendo, and then silence descended upon the village. Save for the cracking of the fires, of course. Only a few glimmers of sunlight remained, and a warm pinkish glow was slowly receding in the wake of night.
One of the elves helped Shreddie to his feet.
"Elf-kin. You are free to go." He spanked Shreddie on the ass once, and Shreddie had no idea what that was supposed to mean, if anything. They gathered up their fallen comrade, and dragged his weeping from behind them as they set off toward the western road.