schism

Everything happened so quickly that she barely had time to register what was happening. One moment someone was colliding with her, sending her sprawling into the mud, and the next she was spitting caustic words at them. She was mad. It was the first time she'd really felt slighted. The Fallen God's rage coursed through her, passed down from so many generations before her, igniting a spark in her chest.

She hoped she might be able to charge the other girl and pin her down easily, but she didn't expect it'd be so easy, and it wasn't. The stranger met her with force, and her own back paws scrambled frantically at the ground to try to maintain traction as the two collided. A snarl began to bubble up in Astaroth's chest as they tussled, her frustration only amplified by the fact that she could hardly even see what was happening.

Every movement and every breath sent fog swirling around the heads of the two girls. Though the air was cool, the moisture made it feel stifling; already Asta found herself panting as she tried to keep upright.

One wrong move and she felt herself slipping, pushed backwards by her opponent's weight. The ground is slick beneath her, only worsened thanks to the humidity here. Her back paws give way and she goes tumbling down, sending up a spray of mud in the process. It's only a moment before she quickly tries to climb back up. She's really mad now, though- and she aims to lunge forward with as much fury as a child can, aiming parted jaws for one of Korona's front limbs.

Astaroth vs Korona for Spar
Round 2 / 2
Age: Under 1 Year
Size: Extra large
Build: Heavy
Skills: Beginner Fighter & Beginner Intellectual

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