Try and be a good sport, but he's not having any of it.

"Well, nice try. Know we didn't really set much for terms, but just a night and a point-" I extend over a tendril in my best show of trying to offer something in consolation. You know, basic grade school sportsmanship. Competition's over, so shake hands and give a final 'Good game' before heading off to the lockers. He, on the other hand, did not seem to share my rather low-stakes view of things. Instead, the offending limb get cut off as he drew the wicked battleaxe in one motion, before lunging at my body with a roar.

Considering how much he'd practically pigeonholed himself into angry dumb muscle, finding he was a berserker as he attacked, finally bringing enough attention for my Eye to pick up, was wholly unsurprising. Given the much more recent stuff I'd dealt with, I was wholly unworried about the prospect of him harming me. I was hardy to begin with, and everything had just jumped many times, I'd nothing to be concerned about. That didn't stop me from putting up a defence on a reflex, though-my hide toughening into wood backed by my ironroot defences. His axe got a good deal in-but not remotely enough to damage anything important. If anything, his trouble removing his weapon from my hide made the endeavor a larger tactical problem for him than I.

As we both watched each other for the next move-his visible fuming as he readies a charge throwing me off a bit-I also get to noticing the crowd around us. Sure, the little stud competition had some onlookers, but they weren't nearly as animated as they were now, cheering on the prospect of ****. Looks like I'm literally the only one in this place who doesn't want this to end in bloodshed. I have a tentacle reach up to tear the axe out of myself-before slamming it against the ground hard enough to reduce half of its blade to metal shards. A slight further push saw its handle snapped in half, rendering it useless as a weapon. A pair of puncture wounds on me show he was perfectly willing to do without a weapon, though-another charge seeing him instead use his horns to gore me.

At this point, I was getting downright annoyed at his persistence-so a pseudopod formed on the underside of my my body, reaching of to grab him on his chest before tearing him off of me, roughly slamming him on his back. he brings his arms up to futilely try and tear at my limb with sheer strength-only to find how much I have at my own disposal as I shove down, hearing something crack as I manage to press him down several inches of earth. Having no interest in prolonging it, there's a rapid show as I channel abilities in rapid succession. Absorb. Touch of ****. Assimilate. Energy courses through the now-shared network of flesh, softening him up with a harsh course of entropic magic before I draw to draw him into myself-and now had my turn at being surprised when he resisted better than I thought he would, nay, could. I was definitely making progress, but something more than just flesh resisted me.