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Finn managed to push himself up off the ground -- goodness, his midriff was so sore from the flutter kicks, he felt like a limp noodle. Was this what stoats felt like every day?
The foxkit wobbled on his feet for a few steps, before colliding with Mme Lorelei's doting paw. She seized his cheek, and before he knew it, she'd blurted out the hateful C-word. How could she? IN FRONT OF ALL THE GUYS, TO BOOT. THE INDIGNITY. Worse still, she had the audacity to try and smooth over the insult with something Finn couldn't turn down. As Finn ruefully held the mint in his paws, his ears splayed flat with ire. Was his dignity for sale?
...yes, yes it was. Finn popped the mint in his muzzle, and sucked on it cheerfully while Alwyn explained the rules of engagement. He did seem caught off guard when Alwyn tapped him for Swift's sparring partner... But the excitement quickly overwhelmed the surprise, and he trotted off with Alwyn to gear up. Bending over slightly, Finn seized the back of his shirt and tugged it off over his head. He'd watched a handful of matches between the Stoaties -- and he'd be darned to the gates if he didn't do this properly! As Alwyn finished lacing up the armor, he hopped nimbly on his foot paws with bristling energy.
The cheering from the side lines sent a fire through his veins. Oscar, Theo, and the other Stoaties had taken him under their wing, and hearing their encouragement drove him forward with a vicious lunge. His movements weren't fluid like those of a trained swordsbeast -- they were mechanical and rigid, like a dibbun tracing over letters as he learned to write. Still, Finn had nothing at stake to hold him back, and had enough energy to catch Swift off guard.
The older fox still had him in strength. There was nothing he could do to resist the parry... and internally, Finn knew his only hope for victory was to beat Swift in speed.
Oh my. I've gotta be swifter than Swift. Heeeehehee.
"HEY SWIFT! Remember when you slapped me in the face on Urk?" he asked, with an impish grin so wicked that it would warm the cold heart of Vulpuz himself. The kit had no ill will towards Swift -- quite the opposite. Swift had needed to call him up something greater in that moment. But now, that something greater stood before him, knowing exactly how to weaponize the tale into an awkward situation by stripping away the context. "Maybe y'can explain that to everyone after y'lose!" he said, grin splitting his muzzle in two. The kit lunged forwards again, jabbing the tip of his cutlass towards Swift's ribs.
The foxkit wobbled on his feet for a few steps, before colliding with Mme Lorelei's doting paw. She seized his cheek, and before he knew it, she'd blurted out the hateful C-word. How could she? IN FRONT OF ALL THE GUYS, TO BOOT. THE INDIGNITY. Worse still, she had the audacity to try and smooth over the insult with something Finn couldn't turn down. As Finn ruefully held the mint in his paws, his ears splayed flat with ire. Was his dignity for sale?
...yes, yes it was. Finn popped the mint in his muzzle, and sucked on it cheerfully while Alwyn explained the rules of engagement. He did seem caught off guard when Alwyn tapped him for Swift's sparring partner... But the excitement quickly overwhelmed the surprise, and he trotted off with Alwyn to gear up. Bending over slightly, Finn seized the back of his shirt and tugged it off over his head. He'd watched a handful of matches between the Stoaties -- and he'd be darned to the gates if he didn't do this properly! As Alwyn finished lacing up the armor, he hopped nimbly on his foot paws with bristling energy.
The cheering from the side lines sent a fire through his veins. Oscar, Theo, and the other Stoaties had taken him under their wing, and hearing their encouragement drove him forward with a vicious lunge. His movements weren't fluid like those of a trained swordsbeast -- they were mechanical and rigid, like a dibbun tracing over letters as he learned to write. Still, Finn had nothing at stake to hold him back, and had enough energy to catch Swift off guard.
The older fox still had him in strength. There was nothing he could do to resist the parry... and internally, Finn knew his only hope for victory was to beat Swift in speed.
Oh my. I've gotta be swifter than Swift. Heeeehehee.
"HEY SWIFT! Remember when you slapped me in the face on Urk?" he asked, with an impish grin so wicked that it would warm the cold heart of Vulpuz himself. The kit had no ill will towards Swift -- quite the opposite. Swift had needed to call him up something greater in that moment. But now, that something greater stood before him, knowing exactly how to weaponize the tale into an awkward situation by stripping away the context. "Maybe y'can explain that to everyone after y'lose!" he said, grin splitting his muzzle in two. The kit lunged forwards again, jabbing the tip of his cutlass towards Swift's ribs.
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