[WRESTLING] V-Agate-One vs Angel

Audland's head whipped around to look at Eleven. "THAT WHAT?!" Audland fumed. If his face could've been red, it would've been redder than a redneck soccer dad burnt crispy on a hot summer's day. Kick under the table totally warranted. Fortunately, because of that metaphorical 'kick', Audland wouldn't need to escalate his own anger. Instead, it dissolved into uproarious laughter as Angel, Eleven, and Agate all started squirming and panicking in their confusion. That cute little 'WHAFF?!' and the 'SHUT UP!!!' and the 'WHAT'S HAPPENING! WHO'S WINNING!' overlapped to create a cacophonous chaos that rang out like sweet music in Audland's ears. His cackling and enthusiastic clenched-fist flailing was probably thunderous enough to greatly disturb and possibly physically harm anyone still dumb enough to sit anywhere within 6 or 7 feet of him.

He wouldn't be taking anyone's questions about his... evocative word usage just yet, but he would at least try to come to his senses and answer Eleven's first question. He would march over to her while she still couldn't see a darn thing with a wicked grin on his face, plop down beside her, and attempt to hook her around the neck with his arm with the intention of pulling her to his thick, fuzzy side. "Aaaalllright, I'll let you in on the big seeeehh—woah, woah, woah there!" He would try to explain to her, but as his arm wrapped around it seemed that Eleven was… extremely not enthused by the breach of personal space. She actually managed to writhe around and dig through some of that fur and hit the flesh of his tender underarm. Unfortunately for her though, Audland, like a stinky blue armpit onion, had a few more layers to get through before he started actually losing his cool. At the moment, she didn’t feel any worse than his magic burning him alive or crushing his shoulders in a death grip, so while she did get him wide-eyed and grimacing, all he did in response was stick his arm out and away from his body so she would have somewhere to bite that was away from his face. After a bit, he would continue his explanation by pointing at things she likely couldn't see right now. And if she was still locked onto his arm after a long enough while, he may begin to get tired and slowly lower her into a surprisingly cuddly position pressed lightly against his side.

"Winner's pro'ly gonna be that ravenous twat you keep yowlin' about, based on its technique. He keeps bitin’ my homosexual—my hom... hom..ie? In the limbs and wiggly bits and all. But my homo did bite your guy in the whole-a#% face. So, y'know. Maybe it ain't all about girth and size like you seem t' think it is." Rrevalk knows if that was the competition, one person here would surely triumph over all. ~~And you're lookin' right at him.~~

Fortunately, despite the 14 different camera angles focusing in on Origin's first utterance of the word "homosexual" in live text, the fight did continue onward. And Audland got to watch with great anticipation and enthusiasm as Angel landed an excellent (okay, not the strongest but still a sick move) punch right into the face they had so thoroughly bloodied mere moments before. Eleven would likely be able to feel the massive wad of blue fur TENSE around or near her, with Audland raising a fist in the air, nearly hopping out of his seat, and shouting: "YEAAAH, THAT'S THE STUFF, HOMO!"

From the stands: a voice. A hero, a mentor, a wealth of knowledge-... on certain subjects.

Ruby eyes flicked up from where he'd been partaking of salted popcorn. And they narrowed, in some confusion. He knew that the Gembounds had... inherited... some fundamental understanding of language. A comprehension, early on, of some words. And others...

...Others came to them, but held no meaning. They seemed to know a word, even to view it as an insult—and it might have been used that way, in certain places and certain times. But here? Now?

Astraea shifted position in the stands, and called down. He was not always helpful to the Gembounds, but he could help them with this, at least. "A 'homosexual' is one in an intimate relationship with another of the same gender," he called down, his voice carrying. He considered, studying them.

"I do not think any of you are suave enough to have formed any romantic attachments."

Oooooh. Burn.

...Of course, they were children. That probably factored in.

More of the audience were speaking up, and Angel barely caught it, too busy in the fight until being smacked across the side, right into their torso. They yelped with the attack, fumbling away and holding their wing tightly around their stomach, hand at their side in pain. Ow!

Reaching broadly, Angel swiped to no effect towards the agate, dancing around it in desperate attempts to hold it still. But the agate's attention on the stands made Angel turn around to look and... okay, others were also fighting. "Let's fight them next." Angel could take an insult, but one so baffling as homosexual (which only elicited more insults) dug under their skin for some reason. If they couldn't land a solid beatdown on the Agate, then surely they could manage on some bigger targets.

Cool. Treaty made. The agate's right though, the fight isn't over, and Angel yelps with a loud "Gwah!" at the smack. They were more surprised than anything; their mind was on the crowd as well, and they grappled for the agate's tail to tug it back so they could get ahead.

They did had to delve their hand right into the spikes, and they hissed out with an open mouth yet with a challenging smile while they darted ahead, towards the arena's exit to start charging up towards the stands. They might've taken too many bruises in that battle, but they're not going to lose again..!