A "pwang" Warren expected and a "pwang" Warren received as the Lalafell, his eyes squeezed shut as they were, ran headlong into the shield. From the Hyur's angle, he could easily see the length of Chachanji's indigo-hued blade peeking up over the curved steel. It wobbled from the impact, then fell back out of view as the green-haired youth staggered backward briefly before tipping over. The tell-tale squeak of Gran hitting armored chocobo leg at around the same time didn't help matters either.
"Ooooooow..." Chacha whined, rubbing his button nose with an armored hand, hoping to massage the stinging pain out of it. His eyes, wet with fresh tears, were focused crossly on said nose. It was only once he had assuaged that problem that he actually looked up to see Warren's much larger blade pointed squarely at him.
"Wah!" he yelped, skittering backwards a couple yalms out of pure instinct like some sort of strange river crab. His blade lay forgotten in the dirt where it had fell, and his shield only still with him through the merit of it being strapped to his arm. Both hands, now no longer focuses on aiding in the rapid retreat, were now waving wildly in the air. "I yield! I yield!"
"Ooooooow..." Chacha whined, rubbing his button nose with an armored hand, hoping to massage the stinging pain out of it. His eyes, wet with fresh tears, were focused crossly on said nose. It was only once he had assuaged that problem that he actually looked up to see Warren's much larger blade pointed squarely at him.
"Wah!" he yelped, skittering backwards a couple yalms out of pure instinct like some sort of strange river crab. His blade lay forgotten in the dirt where it had fell, and his shield only still with him through the merit of it being strapped to his arm. Both hands, now no longer focuses on aiding in the rapid retreat, were now waving wildly in the air. "I yield! I yield!"
