Like I'm gonna let some rookie cub decide it's over in a few moves!!
[Bears may be tough, but wolverines are tenacious for their size. Ferociously he tears the leg off of him and scrambles away from stomping zone, all but frothing at the mouth.
From there, the brawl continues, and the streets are in uproar over it. Somehow it manages to be savage but clean — the wolverine rips and tears in blind offense, getting a few blows in for his effort, but leaves his defenses wide open in the process for Juza to claim once more. In the end, he finds himself pinned to the ground again, only this time on his belly struggling to get up to no avail. It becomes plain to anyone that the victor has been decided.
At that point, his opponent no longer growls nor snarls, even when his companions rib him for staking his pride and losing. When he stands up again, there's a sense of respect that has displaced the fury, and he boffs his shoulder playfully with a breathless laugh.]
I knew you looked tough, but'cha sure proved it! Fine, fine; y'got the best of me! I'm done for the day. But look out for me tomorrow!
[As the crowd loosens and lollygaggers start to drift back into the prior rhythm their life had been taking, Soren weaves through it to reunite with Juza, cupping a bulging handful of multicolored gems to his chest. There's a chalky pallor to his face, though it's practically undetectable compared to his usual. His heart pounds. He hasn't managed to completely wipe the repentance edging into his expression, and his catlike eyes flit from the Turnskin's face to his injuries.]
Why did you go that far? You didn't have to get mixed up in my problems... The foolishness! I could have dealt with them myself. Here, let me...
[A few of the trinkets plink to the ground as he recovers one hand to start fishing through his side bag for the ointments and bandages he stocks with him.]
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[Bears may be tough, but wolverines are tenacious for their size. Ferociously he tears the leg off of him and scrambles away from stomping zone, all but frothing at the mouth.
From there, the brawl continues, and the streets are in uproar over it. Somehow it manages to be savage but clean — the wolverine rips and tears in blind offense, getting a few blows in for his effort, but leaves his defenses wide open in the process for Juza to claim once more. In the end, he finds himself pinned to the ground again, only this time on his belly struggling to get up to no avail. It becomes plain to anyone that the victor has been decided.
At that point, his opponent no longer growls nor snarls, even when his companions rib him for staking his pride and losing. When he stands up again, there's a sense of respect that has displaced the fury, and he boffs his shoulder playfully with a breathless laugh.]
I knew you looked tough, but'cha sure proved it! Fine, fine; y'got the best of me! I'm done for the day. But look out for me tomorrow!
[As the crowd loosens and lollygaggers start to drift back into the prior rhythm their life had been taking, Soren weaves through it to reunite with Juza, cupping a bulging handful of multicolored gems to his chest. There's a chalky pallor to his face, though it's practically undetectable compared to his usual. His heart pounds. He hasn't managed to completely wipe the repentance edging into his expression, and his catlike eyes flit from the Turnskin's face to his injuries.]
Why did you go that far? You didn't have to get mixed up in my problems... The foolishness! I could have dealt with them myself. Here, let me...
[A few of the trinkets plink to the ground as he recovers one hand to start fishing through his side bag for the ointments and bandages he stocks with him.]