Weasel Fever! [Closed- Solo Battle Topic]

He'd been minding his own business for goodness sake! That little elongated rat seemed to have come out of thin air just to ruin his perfectly fine day. Weasels were menaces in all sense of the word. Now he had to take some time out of his day to fight the stupid thing. He was getting too old for this fox-dung.

It had stared with a rustle of the foliage around him. He had dismissed it as the wind ruffling the leaves but that had been a big mistake. He hadn't had the time to rectify it when the little devil had crashed out of the nearby pants and had attached itself to his left foreleg with it's jaws. The warrior bit back a yowl and looked down to glare at the little beast. He snarled and closed his own jaws on what he could. He could hear it squeal and it brought him immense satisfaction. That was short lived since that wasn't enough for it to let go.


★Weasel used Gripping Bite on Robinpatch dealing -7 [HP] and using -15 [SP]. Weasel is holding on for 2 more turns.
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∎Weasel:
[HP]: 20
[SP]: 120 (135-15)

∎Robinpatch:
[HP]: 43 (50-7)
[SP]: 120
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★Robinpatch used Snap on Weasel dealing -8 [HP] and using -7 [SP].
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∎Robinpatch:
[HP]: 43
[SP]: 113 (120-7)

∎Weasel:
[HP]: 12 (20-8)
[SP]: 120


Robinpatch needed to hurry and get it off of him. His leg was really starting to ache. He growled and bit it again. Once he felt it let go, he grinned. Thank Starclan! Stupid weasel. He was going to kill it for doing that to him!


★Weasel used Gripping Bite on Robinpatch dealing -7 [HP] and using -15 [SP]. Weasel is holding on for 1 more turn.
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∎Weasel:
[HP]: 20
[SP]: 105 (120-15)

∎Robinpatch:
[HP]: 36 (43-7)
[SP]: 120
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★Robinpatch used Snap on Weasel dealing -8 [HP] and using -7 [SP]. Weasel has fled!
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∎Robinpatch:
[HP]: 36
[SP]: 106 (113-7)

∎Weasel: (Fled!)
[HP]: 4 (12-8)
[SP]: 105


Before he had the chance to finish the weak creature off, it sped off and out of his reach. Mouse-dung! He was so close! He glared at the direction that it left to. He swore then and there that he'll get it back. Whether it be finishing it off or another one of it's family. The old tom huffed and turned away. His leg hurt but he didn't pay it any mind. He'll get it rested soon.