★ Sticky Tar Pits [Intellect event]

It was slow work. They pulled as Torin pushed, trying to rock him free of the sticky tar. Ashiel could feel the muscles in his jaw starting to tremble but he dug deep and kept at it. He would not show weakness in front of these mortals and for another he felt like this was some sort of test. What were the odds he'd meet a man he sparred against in such a situation? The fallen god was testing him and he intended to prevail.

Torin came free with a strange popping, sucking sound. The sudden shift caused Ashiel to loose his grip and stumble back until he fell on his butt. He swiftly got to his feet and shook out his coat, stretching his jaw for a moment before grinning at Torin. "Whew! For a second there I didn't think we'd get you free. Not sure what to do about the tar on your paws though…" He had no idea how to get that stuff off.