Mud bath, wether you like it or not

Success! Phobia laughed as he watched his sister get covered in mud. El was always so prim and proper and Phobia thought she thought a little too highly of herself. It was good to see her get knocked down a peg. He was so busy laughing at his sister's misfortune that he was caught off guard as she started to charge him, screaming something about killing him. "You can try!" He taunted. Phobia scrambled on wet slippery ground and hadn't quite gotten started running from his sister's wrath when she was upon him, her paws battering at his hips. That was enough to convince Phobia this wasn't a chase.

It was a fight.

Phobia rounded on his sister. Jaw parted and he reached to try and grab her by the scruff while at the same time reaching a fore paw out to try and stamp down on her. Two attacks that contradicted each other? Sure, he didn't know how to strategize yet, he simply did any attack that came to his mind as they came to his mind and unfortunately for him the ground didn't offer much traction it was only a matter of time before he found his legs falling out from under him.

PHOBIA'S SPEECH