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Post by Isaiah on Jul 3, 2020 2:40:46 GMT -5
**Despite summoning every vestige of energy Isaiah thought he had, his charge had not been quick enough to take Dewbelle entirely by surprise. Her turn was successful in redirecting Isaiah's momentum to the ground, which Isaiah fell towards head first. With the grass rapidly filling his vision once again, Isaiah reached out for something to grab onto—something to stop his fall. But he was too late, his balance was too far gone. Still, his paws wrapped around something just before the mouse's head hit the ground. The impact was hard. Stars replaced grass in Isaiah's eyes.**
AAAH!
AAAGHHH! *His scream melded with Dewbelle's shout.*
Leh go!
**And Isaiah did let go. He paws went to his head, and then his eyes, which remained shut tight, blocking out the light. He hurt. His head hurt. And for the first time this spar, Isaiah didn't care to continue the fight any longer. The mouse shuddered, sad not only from the pain, but because he knew Dewbelle was still above him somewhere, probably laughing in victory.**
...mm'head hurts.
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Post by Celebes on Jul 10, 2020 22:36:12 GMT -5
**Isaiah relinquished Dewy's tail quicker than the squirrel had been prepared for, causing the half turned squirrel to tumble down onto her shoulder, still clutching her brush. Well. She did it. She won.** ...mm'head hurts.**It betta'! -was the first thing that came to Dewbelle's mind. The anger that had been simmering in Dewy throughout the fight had finally ebbed into a sort of self-righteous frustration. This whole load of tripe was his fault. Bumps, bruises, scrapes, scabs. All of it. Him and his silly idea of a spar. Why any dibbun thought that play fighting was any fun was beyond her. Either fight for real like grownbeasts or not at all. Anything halfhearted would only escalate and cause feelings to be hurt that hadn't been properly steeled at the start.
As Dewbelle reluctantly rolled to her footpaws - she wasn't about to sit here and moan with Isaiah - she spat out a particularly gagging piece of spittle before speaking.**
Pheh! Now tell ya stupid DABa to stay 'way from me u'less I wan'it! I aints gunna do dumb 'sings like dis no more!
**She managed to wobble a few paces away from him, but she stuck around in hopes of some sort of acknowledgement. It was the least Isaiah could do for making Dewbelle beat him up.**
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Post by Isaiah on Jul 24, 2020 14:34:12 GMT -5
Pheh! Now tell ya stupid DABa to stay 'way from me u'less I wan'it! I aints gunna do dumb 'sings like dis no more!
**It was a stupid remark, Isaiah thought, to call the spar stupid. After all, hadn't she participated just as much as him? He had the bruises to prove it. But the mouse's mouth remained shut. He had neither the willpower nor the brainpower to spew back some attempted witty remark. Self pity overtook Isaiah as he started to become more aware of the aches and pains he'd accumulated throughout the day. Isaiah got to his knees only to find Dewbelle still milling about a short distance away.**
Aren'tcha gonna go n' brag 'bout how ya beat me?
**And how ya cheated while doin' it? Isaiah almost added that part, but thought better of it. He'd look worse off if he suddenly started accusing the squirrel of cheating. He wished she would just move on though, her presence made him angrier.
Did she not realize the fight was over? Was she waiting for him to get back up? Did she think Isaiah was going to leap at her the second Dewbelle turned away?
Isaiah eyes his opponent carefully. She was more relaxed now, and a comfortable distance away. Maybe there was an opening for a counterattack... Did Isaiah really feel like prolonging this fight?**
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Post by Celebes on Jul 30, 2020 22:54:48 GMT -5
Aren'tcha gonna go n' brag 'bout how ya beat me?
Well that was about as good as she was going to get as far as a concession, Dewbelle supposed. Sarcastic, rude, and just about how she would have said it, but at least it was words and not a raging war cry. Dewy was done fighting.
Yah. See ya stick t'rower.
And with that, Dewbelle limped back into the Abbey. Naturally she wouldn't make it too far before being spotted by an Elder, who would take one look at her torn tunic, frazzled fur, and bruised body and conclude the Abbey was being invaded. She'd be swept off to some bath as a waystation to the infirmary, as the entire Abbey was turned out to find the perpetrator. She'd laugh as she relaxed in her warm bed, with soft linen sheets and warm meals always ready on the nightstand. And when she was done healing, she could triumphantly reenter the dorm with a tale of might making right, and every dibbun would respect her.
Probably. Maybe. Not likely.
She'd probably just get a good scolding for horse play, and given extra chores for the week. Whatever. She was too sore to care. Nothing like being a sore winner.
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Post by Isaiah on Jul 31, 2020 1:21:19 GMT -5
Yah. See ya stick t'rower.
**Isaiah let out a deep sigh somewhere between relief and disappointment. Disappointment because he'd wanted an excuse to continue to fight, to win, to not let her go saying such awful things. Yet, as Isaiah struggled to keep himself upright, tail wilted and curled, the mouse was glad it was over. Now, as Dewbelle limped away, Isaiah replayed the events of the day, trying to find events to blame that weren't himself. Maybe Dewbelle had fought dirtier than Isaiah. Maybe the terrain had favored Dewbelle. Maybe Isaiah hadn't slept enough the night before.
Dewbelle slowly disappeared from view, and Isaiah finally drew himself to a standing position. Staggering forwards, Isaiah left his makeshift-sword in the dirt behind him. He should have brought his sling. The truth of the matter was that Isaiah had dangerously underestimated Dewbelle. The thought of walking into the dorm in the state he was in, every dibbun knowing he'd just come back from a loss, almost made the mouse sprint to catch up with and attack Dewbelle. But the squirrel was long gone.
Time to admit defeat.
Oh well, a bruised ego was nothing a pantry raid and some slingshot practice couldn't fix.**
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