Felled Totem was spoilering for a fight. He wanted to show others that he was much more than gorgeous hair and resplendent tail mane. He had strength, too! Did you know how difficult it was to keep his tresses tangle free? Or the lengths he went through to keep it glossy at all times with the occasional beachy waves from the salt water!? He eyed up the acha. All bravado and bluff this one.

"Let's fucking go!"

Totem couldn't even see her opponent, but his enthusiasm was contagious. She rolled her shoulders, and threw a few test kicks with her back legs. She'd been on enough adventures through the obelisks that she felt confident that she could handle herself ... Even if she'd never gotten into a fight herself. It had always been one of her seeing eye companions that had done any defense for her, but that was fine. It was fine. This was fine.

She hopped a little in excitement and nodded.

"Yeah!" She tried to yell. "Let's go!"

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Felled Totem kicked out with force and very little direction. He felt something connect but didn't want to look too closely. He felt bad about beating up an acha. And a blind one at that. But he had a stinking notion that the acha was more than meets the eye.

Hand: 6, 1, 4, 2, 1
Keeping: 6, 1, 1
Reroll 2d6

Surprise of surprises he wasn't too shabby at the show of strength. He feinted again and just barely made a hit.

Hand: 6, 6, 1, 1
Rerolling: 1d6

Final hand: 6, 6, 1, 1 >
6, 6, 6, 6 = 24 for final score.

Felled Totem shimmied. He was maybe kinda good at this? He whirled in and out with no rhyme and reason and gave one final blow. His points weren't too bad. He eyed the other kin warily.

Ouch.

"MotherFather," Totem hissed under her breath. That seriously hurt! She vaguely questioned what she was doing here, but lashed out in retaliation anyway.

(Hand: 1, 1, 4, 2, 2
Keeping: 1, 1)

She feinted out of the way pleased that not only did she make some kind of contact, but that this time when he hit her it didn't hurt as badly. She danced gently out of the way. For a split, uncharitable moment, she thought about going after his resplendent tail, but decided against it and lashed out at his flank.

(Hand: 2, 1, 3
Keeping: 1
Total so far: 1, 1, 1)

She could feel her stamina wane rather dramatically and quietly cursed herself and her body. It was very unlike her, but so was all of ... this. She ran straight at him and attempted a final blow with her head.

Yeah ... nope. She failed to properly land her blow, and ended up on the ground panting.

At least they'd managed to collect an impressive amount of motes.

"Good game," she said through heavy breaths.

(Hand: 4, 2
Keeping: 4
Total: 4, 1, 1, 1 = 16)

Felled Totem eyed the other doe.

He had more time to catch his breath, but he knew how she felt. This fighting or skirmishing thing sucked.

"Good game Let's go get refreshments."