five AM on the bathroom floor from the night before

Artorias was smart to avoid a lumbering fool, though it wouldn't have been too difficult. His opponent had dodged his head on attack, but moved perpendicular to him to attack from above and behind. Grimshaw was slow to respond, feeling the teeth grabbing his scruff and his arms wrapping around his neck. Before he knew it, Art was throwing his weight backwards in an attempt to flip Grim backwards and off of his feet. This whole action had taken Grim by surprise as he was lifted and his feet slipped out from underneath him on the soft grass.

His heavy weight however would be much useful here, so he did his best to pivot and turn himself during the fall. The teeth in his scruff scraping across his skin as he moved cause him little distress, only focusing his inebriated mind. His weight would come crashing down onto his brother, forcing the wind from his chest with a huff as he began to laugh at their clumsiness. Whether Art had intended for Grimshaw to fall back onto him or not, the action itself was hilarious to drunk Grim. As he tried to right himself, he placed his massive paws on either side of Artorias' head and stood over him, smirking as his breathing caught up with him while his laugh faded.  "Pinned ya."

"Speech."