((Perfect. His primary hold was meant to preempt such a move from the start. There were moments to act, so immediately, he dropped his right arm down to Tesla’s thigh, driving between them with his right leg.)
⏩️ seconds?! And you're praising me?! How long do your opponents--
[Another grunt, and he shifts, trying to see if he can move his shoulder down to better push at Choe's chest.]
--usually last, that makes this impressive???
(Tesla’s shoving only helped him crouch faster, allowing him to reach through the gap his knee created. He then stood up, hoisting Tesla onto his shoulder, and snapped his other arm back, throwing him over it.)
(The rib-hold made pushing forward ineffectual, so he instead shoved Tesla’s head to the side, hoping to peel off the hip-grab.)
It’s been five seconds, you’re doing pretty well!
(To him, it wasn’t a bad move, but not ambitious enough. From the grasp on his hip, he assumed Tesla sought to bring him closer, then down. To counter, he widened his stance and sank slightly, turning askance with his right foot forward.)
⏩️ pushing by his hip bone, feeling for the other's center of gravity. Tesla can feel the other Fracción's comfortability in his hold on him alone, and tells himself he needs to learn fast if he doesn't want to embarrass himself.]
@pinzaguda (On his comrade’s cue, he resealed the gap only by extending his arms. With his right hand, he slipped his fingers beneath the mask’s brow. His left arm encircled Tesla’s torso beneath both armpits, his hand clamping around the other’s left bicep.)
Yeah, you got it.
(They weren’t exactly matched, but looking someone in the eye without craning his neck was novel. He took a step forward, nearly coming chest-to-chest with the beast. He waved a hand back and forth over both their crowns.)
How’s the weather up there, chilly?
⏩️ the particles from his fur and snorts out whatever blew up into his mask. He stretches, giving a nod to the other two.]
So no dirty moves, pin down for ten seconds, Findorr can at least count that high. Got it.
Good, so was I. The rules are pretty simple; whoever gets the other one on the ground for at least ten seconds wins the match, and no punching or kicking, and all the other obvious fouls. Blondie’s really just here to count down.
[He watches the pair bicker from a bit of a distance, to keep himself from having to crane his neck to look at Choe Neng.]
You wanted to get to that match now? I was just warming up. (✨️)
[Tesla's head perks up, and he gets up on his tiptoes (as if it matters from this far) and waves with both arms, before he starts jogging over.]
Heyyyy! How's it goin'?
I was going to. You would make his eardrums explode.
Oi, over here! @GoreVerruga
(He was doubtless large enough to spot from this distance, but he waved anyway.)
…you!
(Turning around, he raised a bladed wrist, but stopped halfway to striking.)
Ah, that’s him over there.
(He raised the same blade to his lips, about to blow against it.)
…You call him. This was your idea.
You’re really scared of that stick? Come on, you two have so much to bond over, like shoving your pant legs down your boots, and never cutting your hair.
(He sighed, ducking to free himself.)
Oh shut up, ‘learn more from this’… But fine, but know that if his master shows up, and he isn’t happy, I’m leaving you to fight them both by yourself.