Bebby would be thrown off of pelt, hissing in surprise as pelt would whirl back around to lunge at her, but not just her, her WINGS!!

she lets out a triumphant "HA! as max grabs her, but even then, her wings are nicked, and while it FUCKING STINGS, and the panic of losing a wing is definitely strong, it's not enough she can't use it. thank god.

but hey! atleast, to pelt, her wings would taste like candy. cherry maybe?

Now Bebby's mad. once again, just as Max told her, she'd propel herself forward, intent on striking at pelt's eyes, the were, after all, the closest things to her at the moment.

with another swings of her massive claws, Bebby would roar as she would slash her paws across Pelt's face, aiming for the eyes, but scratching into the flesh all along the way, a long and gruesome slash across pelt's face and snout.

"LEAVE US ALONE!!!" she'd shriek, baring her fangs. her paws still wildly hitting the water in attempts to intimidate.

@Pelt

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ROUND 3/?

90%

ATTEMPT: Scratch the fuck out of pelt's face/eyes
DEFENSE: none :(
INJURIES: a nick taken out of one of her wings, soaking wet

Pelt nearly choked for the third time as an unfamiliar taste reached her taste buds. She'd... she'd managed to nick the cat's wings, right? Was this some kind of joke?! Wasn't blood supposed to taste salty and vaguely metallic, not like... sweet rock candy? Not that Pelt didn't like sweet things, but...

But there was no time to wonder as the two managed to overcome the danger of drowning and gang up on her again. She snarled with displeasure as the twelve-foot-tall one managed to grab her, their long claws helping them grip her blubbery torso and leaving shallow nicks behind. "NO," she roared into the water as the cat came right for her eyes, violently throwing her body to the side. Thanks to that STUPID INTERFERING TWELVE-FOOT-TALL GUY, it wasn't enough to wholly get out of the way, and the claws grazed her side and graced her with several more shallow scratches.

If this had been an average day and Pelt had just stupidly hurt herself slamming into a sharp rock or something, all these injuries would have been enough to have her rolling around and yelling to try to "scream off the pain", if you will. But this was a fight, a potentially deadly one, and Pelt was so fully immersed in the heat of combat that she only knew the blood-red imperative to keep on fighting. Bebby's attack had become an opportunity, and even as she was shrieking her threat, Pelt was moving, lunging back toward the cat to try to wriggle as far as she could from Maximus' grip and chomp down on a limb that attached those dangerous claws to Bebby's body.

Couldn't scratch her with them if they were firmly caught in her bite, after all.

@Maximus
Round 4
Attempt: bite Bebby in a leg
Defense: blubber, I guess
Injuries: minor scratches from being restrained and barely-dodge, scratched-up back

”Bebby! Are you okay?” Max asked, trying to continue wrangling the unruly seal.

It wasn't working, so they decided to try and end this once and for all. They had sharp teeth and tusks, maybe not enough to get to the spine but definitely enough to wound Pelt bad enough that she might just flee.

They snapped at the back of the seal's neck, though her wiggling and struggling both managed to weaken their grip and evade their teeth. And all they'd gotten for it was a few mouthfuls of water. Damn it.

”Bebby, go! I'll be fine!” they shouted. ”Seal! Fight me, you overgrown lump of fat! You sniveling, squirming scavenger! Your face isn't even worth sunburning!”

Perhaps if they couldn't harm Pelt, they could insult and distract her.

@Bebby

ROUND 4/?

85%

ATTEMPT: Bite Pelt on the back of the neck.
DEFENSE: Sharp quills, arm plates, tusks, antlers.
INJURIES: Bitten arm.

She hissed with frustration, the taste of blood in the water coating her tongue.

she heard max, but she couldn't think to reply at the moment. Bebby wasn't fearless, she was as angry as she was scared, so if they could run, that would be better than anything. she didn't want to leave max alone, but bebby couldn't seem to do any lasting damage.

she should probably just get out of there and help where she could from the shore. especially since it looked like pelt was trying to go for her LEG.

in a moment of epic failure, as bebby attempted to reposition herself, run away even, just to get out of pelt's line of attack, pelt would manage to somehow get the entirety of one of bebby's back legs, maybe even hear or feel the faintest cracking of bone.

she screamed, gurgling as she was pulled underwater from the force of it, trying desperately to flail herself away.

once again, pelt's mouth would be filled with the overwhelming taste of sugar, amongst all the fur of course. blood would seep from the wound in a miriad of flavors that may or may not taste good together, though the first one she'd taste would be distinctly sour apple.

@Pelt

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ROUND 4/?

?%

ATTEMPT: get away/dodge
DEFENSE: none :(
INJURIES: injured wing, soaking wet

Pelt swore she must be hallucinating from... blood loss or something. Were the gashes the cat had left on her that deep?! Sour apple, blue raspberry, and artificial banana blood flowed past her taste buds and mixed into a haunting aftertaste. Automatically, she spat Bebby's leg out in disgust.

Max's taunts, though, gave her the perfect opportunity to act like that had been on purpose. "That's right," she blurbled into the water, in an attempt to subtly rinse out her mouth. Then, above the surface this time: "FLEE, CAT! IT'S TIME FOR ME TO 1V1 THIS GUY!"

Beating up small candy-flavored cats was for amateur brawlers. Pelt was A TRUE CHAMPION, A BERSERKER! The tall guy was a worthy opponent. Probably. With that dramatic announcement, she finally wriggled free of Maximus' grip and whipped around, rocketing through the water and aiming to take a big bite out of a leg, or perhaps their lower torso.

@Maximus
Round 5
Attempt: bite Max
Defense: looking scary
Injuries: scratched up back, minor scratches from being restrained and barely-dodge

Maximus took the hit. There was no other way if they were going to attack Pelt back, they couldn't block and attack at the same time. They had to go on the offense. So they took the attack to their leg with a shriek of pain and reached down, eyes burning with tears, to break Pelt's jaw and prevent any further attacks.

They could barely see in the water, both due to the constant bubbles and the blood seeping from their wounds. They wouldn't die from them, not yet, but they would have to be treated once they were on shore again. That was thinking for later, though. Right now they needed to win this fight before they drowned.

@Bebby

ROUND 5/?

68%

ATTEMPT: Break Pelt's jaw.
DEFENSE: Sharp quills, arm plates, tusks, antlers.
INJURIES: Shredded leg.

Bebby wouldn't look back, the fact her leg might be broken put her into a wild scramble to reach the shore again, and she wasn't stopping for anybody!

that was a lie, she'd stop if she had a choice. she wanted to help max!!! how did this even happen? they were playing, why were they being attacked? is this HER fault??? if she hadn't asked max to play she never wouldve even fell in the lake!!

she just had to get to shore. maybe she could help more from shore.

as Pelt was distracted, and as Max was being attacked, the finally seemed to dig her claws into the dirt of the shallow end of the lake, using her wings, injured as one of them was, to swim and then yank herself up and out to safety, panting as she dragged herself onto the shore. she limped, trying to run along the side of the water, find a good angle so that she could do something to help from there.

@Pelt

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ROUND 5/?

81%

ATTEMPT: swim to shore
DEFENSE: none :(
INJURIES: Torn wing, Broken leg, Soaking wet

One moment she was basking in the exhilaration of a landed hit, her teeth digging into valkhound flesh and finally tasting proper blood, not that sweet artificial fruit-juice stuff. The next, the water near her head became suddenly turbulent as a massive, keratin-plated fist launched past it.

With the clouds of bubbles and diffusing blood (as well as, you know, a furry leg) obscuring her vision, Pelt's only warning that things might not be going her way very soon was the violent impact of said fist smashing into her jaw. Her head jerked sideways, the impact dazing her enough that her bite loosened and Maximus would probably be able to pull themselves free. The pain came, delayed, a few seconds later: a blinding burst of it that demanded her entire focus by tearing her attention away from everything else and leaving her half-flopped over in the water, muscles trembling and a low whine escaping from her teeth.

Well, she probably wouldn't be beating anyone else up for a while.

@Maximus
Round 6? or end probably
Attempt: don't get your jaw broken
Defense: none
Injuries: stunned, smashed jaw, scratched up back, multiple minor scratches

Max felt bone break under their fist, relief surging through them. Now that their foe's fierce bite was out of the equation, they could dismantle them for good. Or rather, for Forgraves.

Their intent was to transfer their injuries onto Pelt, both as an attack and to make it easier to swim back to shore, what with their battered leg and arm, not to mention it would be easier to heal later. But alas, their magic sparked and fizzled, ultimately failing.

So instead they turned to shore, keeping their head above water as they headed towards it, paddling as best they could and hoping Pelt wasn't so stupid as to try to keep attacking them.

@Bebby (can you gm tag for fight judge plz)

ROUND 6/6

68%

ATTEMPT: Transfer injuries onto Pelt.
DEFENSE: Sharp quills, arm plates, tusks, antlers.
INJURIES: Bitten arm, shredded leg.

Bebby was relieved to see max start heaving back to shore, limping towards them as they surfaced.

"over here, max!" bebby called out, panting. she shook some of the water off herself best she could, wincing audibly at the weight it put on her damaged leg. "we sure showed her!" she cheered, albeit a bit shakily, not willing to admit defeat, because in the end they DID win.

she looked to pelt and her broken jaw, and didn't feel the slightest bit bad about it.

she turned back to max. ,spk>"are you okay?"

@Pelt @Maximus

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ROUND 6/6

81%

ATTEMPT: none
DEFENSE: none :(
INJURIES: Torn wing, Broken leg, Soaking wet