By the Twelve she was a strong one. He couldn't seem to get the leverage to bring her down and now he felt foolish flailing around until he felt her wrench his hand off of her and then suddenly he was tossed to the ground. The sweat dripped from his hair and he was breathing heavy, a slight frown on his mouth as he was rather embarrassed by his failure to bring her down.
"Damn it! Like trying to bring down one of them goobbues!"
He smirked again and ran his forearm over his brow, wiping the sweat away.
"Yield and I promise I'll be gentle in your loss." He giggled a bit through the raspy breath and began to stand.
"Damn it! Like trying to bring down one of them goobbues!"
He smirked again and ran his forearm over his brow, wiping the sweat away.
"Yield and I promise I'll be gentle in your loss." He giggled a bit through the raspy breath and began to stand.
