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Psykgi Mentha

Psykgi stared at the Assjacked booth, confused. What the heck was this? Was this some kind of... bumper car thing with snowmobiles and baseball bats? Well, whatever it was, Psy had decided that she was in on this, if only to annoy Sarcel (and because she knew more than a few of the faces here)

"Well, then!" she said to herself, getting to work on painting her snowmobile with... Little white and red cockroaches. Well, why not. Ma'am wasn't sure she approved, but frankly the chemicals in the spraypaint were the swarm's main concern. They stayed out of the way.

As Psy decorated her snowmobile, she kept an eye out for people to play with. Maybe, she thought, she wouldn't lose horribly.

Maybe.

COME AT ME BRO

Austri could barely move at the amount of trolls stacked, one atop the other. The slowly growing words of frustration exploding from the blueblood underneath her made her quickly try to shuffle off-- Until a sudden yellowblood slammed into her, forcing her to release a loud oof of pain. She'd slammed her head into the body part of another troll and groaned, beginning to flail around before a loud scream came out of nowhere and feet slammed directly into her face.

Directly. Into. Her face.

A screech of anger and pain took over her entire self, and the greenblood felt more like she was seeing stars than actual things in her vicinity. Austri was totally gone from the world, left only to release a yelp when another dropped into their pile. She could barely speak at this point, and she was sure she'd lost a tooth or two or three due to the act of the troll who'd thought it was a bright idea to extend her legs when falling into a pile of kid trolls. Blood poured down the sides of her head and if this sweater wasn't stained by blood at this point, dhe'd probably have to throw it out now. She released a loud and heavy screech of anger before flailing and shoving whatever troll was on her off, hands pushing and shoving, feeling her powers act up and throw a bunch of air all over the place in her anger. She could barely feel her face, man, that hurt. "Get AWAY FROM ME!!" She snarled, seeming less friendly-- Then she realized Lorata was still there, coughed, and simmered down somewhat. These damn idiots, falling on her, being in her way! She could barely think now, from her anger.

Staglebro trampled over toward his charge, using his wings to get a bit of leverage before skidding, stopping, and stumbling to a complete stop. He grunted and kicked at the air before letting out a long and loud DUUUUUUUDEEEEEEE!

Austri's glare shifted toward him.

His ear wings fluttered. That..... Was....... AWESOOOOOOME!!!!!!!! He whinnied, gaining a louder cry of frustration from the greenblood, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. She stomped her feet in anger. This was so unfair.

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After the initial fiasco from the night before was cleaned up and fixed, Austri returned to the booth with refound passion. If she just avoided the other trolls from yesternight, then, things would be better, right?? Right. She quickly grabbed a few cans of spray paint and completely decked it out, spending a lot of time into its design. She then grabbed a baseball bat and hopped right in, smiling widely-- She was totally prepared. Eyes locking onto a redblood to the side, Austri couldn't help but grin. Easy pickings. And it wasn't necessarily because she was a lowblood! She quickly released and set her car to trample the other one. "Hey~ You might want to watch out!"

Fellah was all too excited to go see Sarcel again at her booth. Though she seemed like she was in a mood yesterday, maybe it was the stress of running the booth, he still wanted to partake in his old friend's escapades.
The redblood wasn't as enthusiastic as some of the other trolls, but he sure did spend a lot of time trying to spray paint his snowmobile. After spending hours on it, it looked...a mess. Really, it was pretty bad. Half of the pictures were squiggles, some really poorly spray painted flames, a sad attempt at trash talk written on one side, and...corn? Yes, he spray painted corn...it was any trolls guess as to how corn was intimidating.
After finally looking proud of his monstrosity, Fellah saddled up and got ready to joust with a dummy.
Deciding to use his trusty shovel, since it was only a dummy, Fellah revved the engine and headed into battle. The blur of failed spray paint art whizzed through the snow. Right as Fellah got close enough to knock over the dummy, he got distracted by a random troll passing by playing a handheld. He recognized that 8 bit music! That was from his favorite troll dating sim--WHUMP.
The stationary pole the dummy was holding rammed Fellah right in the gut and the snowmobile whizzed out from under him, leaving the redblood lying on his back in the snow, wheezing, with the wind knocked out of him.
Let that be a lesson to you all. Dating sims can kill.

Aerona bounced up in down in preparation, rolling her neck and wrists. Day 2 upped the ante from athletics to straight up joustbattles. A little less in her comfort zone, but… Amazingly fun? She crossed over to a snowmobile and whistled. “Damn! How did that chick get all this stuff? So rad… I should nick one of these to use on Busthind.”

She cooed. Her hand slid up and down the handlebars, squeezing the left-hand brake before shaking her head with a satisfied whoop. If she wanted to rip off Sarcel she might want to play the game with a dummy to minimize mechanical damage. She took a moment to think and suddenly spotted someone in the distance. Beyond the bouncing kids rolling around and smacking eachother, she saw one. Hot. Piece. Of. Free-Range. Country-Bred. Protein. He did not do so well, but that was besides the point (or maybe helped her case).

The very next moment, Aerona was hovering over the redblood with a look of concern and amusement. “Oh man! That was pretty rad; are you okay big guy? Can I help you up?”

Psykgi Mentha

Psykgi was testing out her snowmobile, feeling absolutely fantastic as the icy wind played with her hair. She needed to, of course, see how it handled. The answer? Ok. She sure wasn't as experienced in the ways of vehicles as some of the others, that was for sure - walking or public transport was the way this city troll got around... but she thought she had it figured out.

She heard a warning... if indeed that was what it was... from the other end of the course. She grinned. "Thanks!" she said, revving up the snowmobile, "But maybe you should watch out!" she said, charging at the greenblood, a wicked look on her face.

Bat out, eyes gleaming, she charged forward...

HEY I'M ENGRAV AND WELCOME TO ASSJACKED
Username: Buzzwulf
Trolls Name: Engrav
I hereby state that Sarcel Cincil is not accountable nor responsible for my well being in these trials and that I am responsible for any and all injuries I may sustain during my time here. Also my Lusus gave me full permission to participate and will not attempt to maim Sarcel Cincil if and/or when I get sent to the first aid tent.

Engrave is falling off a snowmobile. It really hurts.

“Ahaha! Sweet! Don’t worry about me, hotshot. I’m hella resilient. Do your worst! This is like.. A sport! You play sports? You look like you play sports. Or lift.”

She hopped over to the snowmobiles and chose a nice simple model. She didn’t have a blunt weapon and using fireworks or explosives would be… Bad. Fortunately, there were plenty of bats to use! Aerona clutched the handle and did a few test swings before swinging her leg over the snowmobile and readying herself.

“You ready??! Let’s…! GOoooo!” It was time to literally break the ice, and hopefully not do permanent damage to a cute face.

Jetting forward, Aerona hardly had time to register her impact. She simply held her bat out at an angle and braced herself. Abdomen flexed, ready to spring at any moment. Apparently, she didn’t need to. She felt a thick, hearty thunk of the bat and immediately swerved to a stop at the end of her trajectory. “Whoo!” Nothing but abs. And not even a scratch on her! Poor guy must have been affected from his fall.

“Heeeeyy!” She turned off the engine and turned to see how the redblood was doing. “Nice try, guy!”