ThunderClan Warrior Games

She could feel the hostility radiating off of his pelt, but even so the tom accepted with a cold voice. In an instant, he had darted forward, aiming for her legs. He caught them pretty easily, and as he knocked them out from under her she huffed as the air was driven from her lungs by him using his weight to push her away. Thinking quickly, she let herself roll for a heartbeat before spring back up, landing neatly on her paws - although her pelt was anything but neat now. She rushed towards Minkstream, attempting to pull the same maneuver on him.

Minkstream: 6
NPC: 5

The member 'Mosspelt' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Effect Dice' : 5

She lost her balance, but before he could move in to take the advantage, she turned it around, rolling over and springing to her paws. To his annoyance, he had to admit she did know what she was doing. And then she came rushing back, attempting to use his own manoeuvre back on him, her paws flashing out almost before she'd settled on her feet. He twisted, feeling his heartbeat rise again, breath quick in his ears. But this time, instead of the exhilaration of a friendly wrestle, he found heat pulsing through his veins - all the frustration and pain of the last few moons coming back again, aimed, directed, focused. Suddenly, in a moment of irrationality, she had become the Asylum. The undefeatable, oh-so-everpresent and omnipotent Asylum.

Her paw connected with one of his legs, his balance off. He would have to take a heartbeat to correct himself, a heartbeat he wouldn't have before she took advantage and rolled him into the churned-up snow. His eyes meeting hers, just a brief flash of hatred shining through, he threw himself forwards straight into her rush, bringing them both down to tussle on the ground.

I will not lose.

Minkstream: 8
NPC: 5

The member 'Chickenwing' has done the following action : Dices roll

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'Effect Dice' : 2