Heavy Is The Storm

He was getting angrier. He couldn't find his footing. Kept getting pushed back into the mud. Slipping. Sliding. Couldn't get a single foothold to put some space between him and this asshole! The crimson-striped yearling tried a few times to stab him with that horn, and Ravage had managed to barely avoid it time and time again. He supposed that was the only thing this mud was good for, so far! That and the fact that hail was making it difficult for the other guy to aim right, and above the din of snarls and rainfall, he could hear the hail hitting that horn with a light tink sound. That helped him keep track of that deadly horn's whereabouts, though at one point it had just barely managed to knick the skin on his foreleg.

Ravage snarled as he lunged forward, headbutting the underside of Akuma's jaw. Once the yearlings head was thrown back, Ravage scrambled to his feet and spread his legs for better balance, huffing as he finally managed to put a little space between them. "This is fucking stupid! I can't see shit, and I bet neither can you! What the hell is your problem, kid!?" He shouted over the sound of falling rain. If the kid decided he wanted to keep fighting over...whatever the fuck, then Ravage wouldn't hold himself back.

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