She was doing pretty good, tugging the ram towards the fence. She didn't want to pull the ram too hard though. She didn't wanna hurt it, she felt bad if she pulled to hard. But she did want to get it to the fence.
She was doing good, she only had to pull harder then the ram one more time and it would be at the fence. She really hoped that she could do it. "come here little rammy o.o" She tried to call it to the fence.
She tugged as hard as she could without hurting the ram trying hard to pull it to the fence. The ram wasn't giving it much fight and eventually she got it all the way to the fence. She even pet it gently on the head. "Yay rammy! ^.^"
Shik wanted to murder things. There was a teacher allowing them to abuse minipets.
Yup.
Shik hopped the fence happily and tackled the nearest ram to the ground, gleefully grasping its horns and knocking it into the ground. He was wide open to counterattacks from its herd, but gods it felt good to put something to heel.
And then with a final smash of the thing's head to the ground, the charger became dazed enough to be properly wrangled. Granted Shik had wanted to kill, but it was obviously not going to be happening.
Still, a little wanton violence did bring his mood up a little. The horseman brushed himself off, rolled his shoulders, and continue on his way with a small sigh.
Sammy watched from a distance, she wandered the festival, she came back to the same spot. Watching Red from a distance, purple eyes flickering faintly. The anger directed towards her last they spoke still bubbled in the back of her mind as she edged towards the pen watching a few other students dive in after the rams. She looked over at Red, the collection of seeds. Fishing around in a pocket she took out the ten tossing them in before climbing the fence and diving into the fog.
She heard some people asking about it, she had her own theories, but remembering that moment, standing in a barrier of the mist made by Red, she didn't at all mind the cold clouds drifting around her as rams started to bleet and attack, butting and kicking at her. Still she wasted no time locking one down wrapping her arms around it squirming in the fog and dirt.
"C'mere ya little..." She grumbled as a few more chargers struck. "Red? You gota box!?"
Perhaps, the alchemist was tired, or may be that particular ram was seriously stronger than others, but somehow wrestling went really hard this time...
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