yuck, muck, and bad luck

Gilgamesh stands back and watches as the pups barrel toward Urtur through the mud. As to be expected, their paws slip and slide on the slick surface, fighting to find solid purchase beneath. Urtur stands his ground, teeth bared and eyes watching the pups as he keeps his center of gravity closer to the ground. Three on one was indeed difficult though and the wolverine is unable to miss all of their advances.

As Korona distracts him with a frontal attack, he misses the other two going for his hips. Gilgamesh smirks as the pups pile on his companion. But Urtur wasn't finished. He may be plump in his older age, but he was still fast and smart. Dipping even lower to the ground, Urtur tucks his hind end and pushes himself forward, past Korona and away from the biting of Gilda and Corsair at his hips. Once free from their advances, he utilizes the mud to spin around and face the trio once more.

"He's almost tired out. Don't hold back now," Gilgamesh taunts the pups, a smirk beaming in Urtur's direction. "Dig deep and find ground beneath the mud. Or hell, get dirty and throw things at him," he offers which ends up with a dirty glare from Urtur in response.

The Raid King, Gilgamesh