Stot - Fever Dreams

Stot the Magnanimous stood tall on the muddy battlefield. She was covered thickly in blood, although none of it was her own. The crumpled body of a pudgy dwarven God lay at her feet. She kicked it once for good measure. She kicked it again because the first time felt good.
In her left hand was a long ice spike, formed from the frozen tears of Muir when Muir realised she was sisters with Mitra, not Stot. In her right hand was a long ice spike, formed from the frozen tears of Mitra when Mitra realised she was sisters with Muir, not Stot. Satisfied with her weapons, she looked to her armour. With the smallest expenditure of effort, Stot mixed the dwarven blood with her own ice, forming thick red plates covering her torso. She nodded to herself, satisfied. The rumours were true - dwarves do make the best armour.
In front of her stood two more opponents. The first was an ugly old human hag waving a broken quarterstaff as if it were a sword. She was hooked of nose and had more warts on her face than hairs on her head. Beside her stood a comically skinny goblin sporting a distended belly, armed with a rusty and pitted mace, and a leg of greasy chicken. 
The old hag pointed at Stot and croaked "I am the Engineered Princess, and I will get all of my evil zealots to bully you, just because you are different!" Satisfied with her proclamation, she began to cackle in the way only Witch-Gods can. 
The Goblin beside her was feeling upstaged, so spitefully threw his chicken leg at the Witch, pointed his finger at Stot and decreed "Wakey wakey Stot, it's time for your medicine!"
Horrified, Stot began to wail, before summoning up the king of all loogies and spitting the icey slurry at the Goblin. 
The Goblin recoiled in disgust "Ogch, the little locust spat at me! Her fever mustn't be broken after all!"
Stot launched herself at the pair, and the battle was on. Her opponents were a rowdy lot, barely taking the time to breathe between sentences
"Ugh she bit me! Lavia, hold her down. No, not her legs! Get her blighted teeth outta mah arm!"
"Nay Osman, you cannae control a goblin by grabbing its neck. Does she look like a cat?"
"Just use the blanket and wrap her up! This shouldn't be this hard!"
Stot stood battered and bruised. Despite their appearances, her foes were worthy opponents. They were fast, and she couldn't always see them coming. 
"Let this be the end of it!" Stot yelled across the battlefield at the pair, before lunging forward once more
"What ye say, lass? Ogch! She got me in tha eye!"
"Look, can't ye just... no, no, not that way"
"Ugh, sorry Stot, this is for ye own good! Do et!"
Felled by a mighty blow she had no chance of dodging, Stot the Magnanimous sank to her knees on the muddy ground. She had fought well. Chisha would have been proud. She smiled as the darkness overcame her once more