Attik's kick found Effluvium's stomach. Or, at least, what constituted for one. It's breath came short, for a moment. The hit damaged it, but not in a way it'd immediately recognize. It felt...stiffer. Yet it wasn't painful in a way that slicing claws next to bone was for Effluvium. Regardless, the hit had Effluvium growing annoyed.

It wanted the weird gembound to leave. And the fact its gut was beginning to feel strange didn't help. It growled, guttural and deep. It dug its claws into the earth, and adjusted its loose grip on Attikias' spear. Somehow, making its grip even worse. Then, Effluvium attempted to pull back.

"When I speak."

When I think.

Effluvium had been expecting some resistance. It had been expecting to pull the spear out of Attikias' hands. But Attikias not only rose with the spear, but pushed back. A strangled noise of surprise left it. Effluvium could feel its' bulk still continuing the motion. Its' front limbs scrambled to grasp at the dirt beneath. To resist the fall.

And found little purchase. It shut its' eyes. Effluvium's head was the first to hit the ground with an audible 'thunk', and the rest of its body followed soon after. Its eyes blinked open. The irritation grew. It hissed, morphing into an angry growl.

"When I speak."

When I think.

In answer, Effluvium snarled. It, of course, was not going to leave. The longer the fight went on, the more stubborn it got about staying in Attikias' camp. It was confused as to why Attikias, shorter than itself, was stronger than it. Effluvium was bigger. Effluvium should be able to boss it around. Its confusion was only amplified by the nausea roiling in its gut. The push made it even worse. It wheezed.

Effluvium didn't want this fight to go on any longer. It lunged, trying to grasp Attikias' face in its jaws. Its' jaws didn't reach past the spear. In fact, it could barely budge the spear. Effluvium groaned, and dropped its head to the side. It growled, low, but quickly tiring.


"When I speak."

When I think.

Round: SIX!/?
Attempt: FACE SUPLEX
Defense: N/A
Injuries: A few teeth knocked loose, bruisy tummy, bruisy face side :(

Character: Effluvium Age: +7 (7th Cycle) Magic Level: +1 (Fledgling) ROUND 1 Attempt: +13 Penalties: - ROUND 2 Attempt: +20 Penalties: - ROUND 3 Attempt: +12 Penalties: - ROUND 4 Attempt: +8 Penalties: - ROUND 5 Attempt: +5 Penalties: - ROUND 6 Attempt: +2 Penalties: - Total: 68

Character: Attikias Age: +18 (18th Cycle) Magic Level: +1 (Fledgling) ROUND 1 Attempt: +20 Penalties: - ROUND 2 Attempt: +11 Penalties: - ROUND 3 Attempt: +11 Penalties: - ROUND 4 Attempt: +19 Penalties: - ROUND 5 Attempt: +6 Penalties: - ROUND 6 Attempt: - Penalties: - Total: 86

WINNER: Attikias

Notes: Effluvium Round 1, 3 - Don't forget to write an attempt, rather than the success, in case the attack is dodged (so instead of getting teeth on the spearhead, attempting to!)

Effluvium drooled. It stood there, making no attempt to move forward nor leave. Something felt terribly wrong. Effluvium shifted a paw, considering attacking, and its torso shifted with it. Pain tore through its insides. Whereas pain was dulled towards its exterior, the inside was normal. And as the pottery shards tore at its stomach, it felt everything. Heightened, almost. It coughed, the drool turning a tinge of red, scraps of pottery leaking out. It snarled at Attikias, somehow taking this as an attack, despite the new distance between them.

The vibrations of its own throat had it in pain again. It snapped its jaws shut, eying Attikias warily. The pain never stopped. Suddenly it turned. It'd had enough of this dude. And the pain. Effluvium had misjudged it as weaker than it truly was. Effluvium crawled away with a slow, shuffling gait. It didn't stop to grasp at anything it missed, already in enough pain as it was. The only thing on its basal mind was to go find a spot to lie down in pain for a solid five or six hours.

"When I speak."

When I think.