The Golduck Wins

A stream of water jets out from the Golduck’s open beak, quenching the blue flames of your aura sphere in an instant! Your attack has been rendered into nothing but smoke in the air with your opponent still blasting forward at a rough pace. You try to step back with no idea on what to do, only to feel a wet embodiment collide right into you. The Golduck grapples against you, tackling your body against the shoreline of the pond that has both of you rolling about on the ground with trying to defend yourself from his greedy clasps.

Suddenly, a blue fist jabs straight into your thin gut that uppercuts you off above the Golduck. You fall back, crashing against the grassy floor on your spine sending a wheeze to alarm out of your mouth. Flipping over in the agitating pain, you hold yourself up on your frail and shaking arms, trying to breathe back air in again. Wobbling up to your knees, you suddenly spot the Golduck standing before with his fists clenched tight. There, you feel a swift punch across your cheek to almost knock you over onto your side sending a bit of loose saliva out from your groaning mouth and wobbling jawline. But then you only receive another punch from his other fist, swiping and connecting hard against your other cheek that does knock you down. You clench the grass with your eyes spinning, struggling to retain your focus as the duck straddles himself onto your abdomen. "Poor poochie. Just hold still and this'll be over quickly for ya~"

You heave at the sudden weight, but you wouldn't be able to throw him off. Several repeating punches swing to strike your head from side to side, knocking it about against the wet, grassy shoreline to leave your face bruised with a dark black eye after his final swing. Tiredly panting some, the duck gets up to shake his hands some, snickering out, "Damn man, ya have a pretty tough skull. Why'd ya have to go and hurt my knuckles like that?"

You cough out again, rolling over onto your stomach to try and push yourself back up, only for a clawed and webbed foot to softly press you back down. Your body is squished back into the grass, unable to move now. The duck easily beat you down.

Your opponent grumbles while standing on top of you with an uncaring tone, “Why can’t women ever decide to come to this pond…? I’ve been eating males for an entire month now and I’m getting a little impatient, ya know?” Looking down, he notices that you try to crawl away weakly. Pushing you over onto your back with his leg so you could look up at him, he softly placed a foot against you again, pressing down on your torso. “Hey, look at a guy when when he's talkin' to ya”

Your mind was shaking while your legs and back ached in bruises. Your face wasn't in the prettiest shape either. You try to growl, only to wheeze out pathetically again as he removes his talon off of you. His hands grasp around your shoulders, picking you up to his eye level. He was actually shorter than you, probably with the top of his head getting to your shoulders, but your legs were awkwardly down on their knees laying against the floor to make it so the duck could still look down at you. Through the groggy vision, you look at the Golduck with feeble, angry eyes.

He pats one of your cheeks and taunts, “Aw, cheer up pup! Ya get to have the honor of bein' a part of my handsome body after gurglin' away in my gut, heheh...! I even got to tenderize ya with a good beatin'.”

As much as you hate to admit it, you were toast. This Golduck mopped the floor with you in even a literal sense.

1. The duck engulfs your head into his mouth!

2. The duck plops a seat on you!