[Fucking ow since when were his feet so sharp, ow-]
I ain't- grown up with as many siblings as I did to let you get one over on me!
[Adrian snarls as they grapple on the floor, all four of his arms reaching out to try and get the upper hand on Rosso, to see if he can pin him the same way Rosso is trying to do in return.
Of course, given I rolled a 6 just now.............he's not going to be able to do that, oops.]
[It's the high heels, makes you sharper or something.]
Oh yeah?!
[He is going to kick Adrian's ass for no reason other than he Must. Which is to say, after they tussle on the floor for a bit — flailing limbs and kicks and screams and probably Rosso biting Adrian at one point like an animal — Rosso does manage to get the upper hand, where he rolls Adrian onto his back and sits square on his chest.
And then he tries to use his legs to pin Adrian's arms down, and normally I'd say "Rosso's pretty light and easy to throw off" but I rolled a fucking 20 somehow.]
[Ah yes, we are both very mature here, as Adrian has been grappling with Rosso and growling and hissing like...well, like a feral animal. Much like what both of them are, really.
But Adrian just seriously isn't on his game right now (he's distracted by horny) and ends up getting pinned by Rosso, the Were's full weight managing to keep him pinned to the ground. He's panting now from the exertion of trying to fight him off, his antennae vibrating.
[They weren't but Rosso realised Adrian's never getting up again and so he's just pinning Mothman here by his arms and thinking that they should.
Smirking, the little guy lets Adrian go and hops to his feet, letting his scythe float behind him as he backs off.]
I'll give you five minutes to catch your breath since you're clearly tired, [why are you such a dick] and then we're moving onto an actual match this time.
[And because they're in The Cube he's just gonna... "reset" himself and go back to not being scratched across the chest.]
[Adrian will do the same thing, repairing the scratches and bruises and whatever else he might have gotten from that brief tussle (and also being thrown). Instead of just laying there, though, he forces himself to sit up, throwing his head to get his hair out of his eyes.]
[Rosso makes a show of leaning back against a pillar and investigating his nails, which are a lot less sharp when he's not in were-form. Mental notes that if he ever goes back home he'll have to grow them out when he's in demon mode like this. Anyway, he tries to look bored, but really he's just trying to goad Adrian into another attack.]
Did getting thrown really exhaust you that much, jagi? [SIGH] Must be because you're a lazy cat now, huh?
[Well it sure is working! That sure is smoke coming out of Adrian's mouth past his teeth as he huffs, loudly. He's already pushing himself back up to his feet, look at him go.]
What about alla that looked like it was just gettin' thrown?!
[YALL JUST TUSSLED ON THE FLOOR he complains while pointing to where they were doing said tussling just now.]
Didn't realise you needed warm-up time. [and he blows air out from behind his teeth, a little tch noise that echoes around the area.] What, you need to stretch before coming at me again? Take your time, I guess.
[Adrian...logically knows that Rosso is goading him.
The problem is that it's working.
Which means, uh. Rosso gets to see Adrian's real shapeshifting powers, which admittedly aren't as impressive as the illusion he's capable of in Ryslig...but it is a lot more real.
He growls, the harder skin along his fingers sharpening to long claws before the same thing happens all the way up his forearms, spikes growing about half a foot from his limbs from his wrists to his elbows. The same thing happens on his legs, causing the material of his pants to "rip" audibly as the spikes tear apart the bottom half of the material.
Then, without preamble, Adrian throws himself off the ground from all fours, rushing Rosso with both of his hands outstretched. With any luck, he'll be able to grab Rosso by the front of his clothing and just
Throw him, as hard as he possibly can, backwards over his shoulder. He will not be able to manage such a throw as Rosso did earlier, but maybe he can at least toss him some distance.]
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I ain't- grown up with as many siblings as I did to let you get one over on me!
[Adrian snarls as they grapple on the floor, all four of his arms reaching out to try and get the upper hand on Rosso, to see if he can pin him the same way Rosso is trying to do in return.
Of course, given I rolled a 6 just now.............he's not going to be able to do that, oops.]
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Oh yeah?!
[He is going to kick Adrian's ass for no reason other than he Must. Which is to say, after they tussle on the floor for a bit — flailing limbs and kicks and screams and probably Rosso biting Adrian at one point like an animal — Rosso does manage to get the upper hand, where he rolls Adrian onto his back and sits square on his chest.
And then he tries to use his legs to pin Adrian's arms down, and normally I'd say "Rosso's pretty light and easy to throw off" but I rolled a fucking 20 somehow.]
Tap out! Say I win this round!
[we're doing rounds???]
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But Adrian just seriously isn't on his game right now (he's distracted by horny) and ends up getting pinned by Rosso, the Were's full weight managing to keep him pinned to the ground. He's panting now from the exertion of trying to fight him off, his antennae vibrating.
Since when were they doing rounds-]
Arrrgh, fine!
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Smirking, the little guy lets Adrian go and hops to his feet, letting his scythe float behind him as he backs off.]
I'll give you five minutes to catch your breath since you're clearly tired, [why are you such a dick] and then we're moving onto an actual match this time.
[And because they're in The Cube he's just gonna... "reset" himself and go back to not being scratched across the chest.]
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Shut the fuck up, I ain't tired.
[He wheezes.]
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Did getting thrown really exhaust you that much, jagi? [SIGH] Must be because you're a lazy cat now, huh?
[hit him Adrian it's okay]
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What about alla that looked like it was just gettin' thrown?!
[YALL JUST TUSSLED ON THE FLOOR he complains while pointing to where they were doing said tussling just now.]
You just didn't give me time to warm up.
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[Looks up.]
You'd better make this next hit count.
[Adrian's so fun to goad.]
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The problem is that it's working.
Which means, uh. Rosso gets to see Adrian's real shapeshifting powers, which admittedly aren't as impressive as the illusion he's capable of in Ryslig...but it is a lot more real.
He growls, the harder skin along his fingers sharpening to long claws before the same thing happens all the way up his forearms, spikes growing about half a foot from his limbs from his wrists to his elbows. The same thing happens on his legs, causing the material of his pants to "rip" audibly as the spikes tear apart the bottom half of the material.
Then, without preamble, Adrian throws himself off the ground from all fours, rushing Rosso with both of his hands outstretched. With any luck, he'll be able to grab Rosso by the front of his clothing and just
Throw him, as hard as he possibly can, backwards over his shoulder. He will not be able to manage such a throw as Rosso did earlier, but maybe he can at least toss him some distance.]