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Oh, The hound watched helplessly as bits of patchwork pieces scattered in the air with a plaintive whine. It was just like the field trip, except with more horses. He would take solace in the fact that the boil could be put back together again. What scared him more was that Tro kept going.

he honestly didn't know why he continued to hold on, but how it was out of self preservation. The horse monster had to get tired sometime ..... right? "NO way bucko, I let go, I fall and get trampled, why don't you calm down first?" he tried again to speak in a less, shriek filled tone of voice. Or at least something a little less painful to ears.

and then he watched as the boil began his dash into the cart of bruteballs.

Oh Jack help him.

Calder was being pulled back to his hooves, feeling groggy but otherwise alright. It was a good thing hes durable, and he had more or less laid down in the ground as long as he had just so that he didn't get hit again. It was a nice tactic and after dusting his face free of grass, he glared at the patchwork. The Igor only beamed back at him, proud.

Just as Calder reached his arm back to punch his friend, a horse locomotic swept by and slammed into the patchwork like a passing truck, exploding Christof on impact and trampling what didn't manage to get tossed to the side. A ear from the Igor hit his face, and Calder, stunned, turned to see his friend in bits before looked as a boil was placing rodeo on another horse boil. A boil that Calder barely knew but had seen in the hallways from time to time.

In an instant, many things went through his head, which broke down to this. A boil trampled his friend. This boil was being ridden. Said rider was not getting off.



Calder was all levels of PISSED!

Fog curled around the boil's hooves and in a matter of seconds, a blood-curling neigh was sounded as a white horse appeared on the field. One with ears back and rearing up on it's back legs. Kicking up the dirt, he raced over to the horse boil and went to cut him off. Once he could strop Tro, then he could rip his rider off of him!

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"What tame? No I-" Damien was flabbergasted by Tro and his theory and yelped at the sight of another horse coming up to meet them. Right in the way.

"OH JACK!" he barked out before inertia took a hold of the situation. It was a jerky movement when the tikbalang made contact with the white horse and much to his own dismay, the ground was meeting him first by the looks of it.
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the choice between fall or fall AND get squished was an easy on at best. The hellhound released his accidental grip on Tro's mane and switched back into his natural form, one that stood a better chance of taking the fall on four stronger feet, than the frailer human-like 2. hitting the floor with a solid "oof!" the demon dog helplessly skid along the grassy surface for a few meters, its amazing how far you can move after being on a rampaging horse beast.

It was indeed a lesson hard learned, never grab Tro around the neck like that ever again.

Calder had managed to stop Tro, which seemed to work great in getting his rider off his back. That did not mean Calder was done yet. He wanted that rider to pay. If it wasn't for Damien, then Tro would never had run over Christof. His friend MUST be avenged.

That didn't mean that Calder was sprinting just yet. He just got hit by Tro, and Calder toppled over with the boil to land on his side just barely smacking into the Bruteball bin. That didn't mean someone else, or something else seemed to run into it instead. Angry balls went flying all about, but Calder was still after Damien.

But first, Calder heaved himself up to his feet and nuzzled the other boil to check if he was okay.

It took a few tumbles but the hound finally lost momentum, its decent sized body was laid out on the field like it well... like it just got thrown. other than a bit of ruffled fur, it was indeed lucky that nothing was broken, especially his spine, the last thing Damien wanted was to miss the first game due to an injury at practice.

It took a bit more time until he found a way to keep the cloudy sky from spinning and in turn, able to stand on his wobbly feet. It was just like being a newborn pupscareling all over again. "Nice to see you calmed down a bit." he managed to say out loud before his legs gay way to gravity's pull yet again.

Hell mister floor, It's only been a short while since we last met!

His poor eyes never got to focus on Bul in his lizardy form.

Jove seemed perfectly content to carry the hunchback boil's parts over, until they began to move like a live thing in his hands. He squealed loudly and dropped everything, taking several steps backwards to distance himself from the bits he had so helpfully picked up. The pup stopped and watched as the parts crawled towards their owner, slowly slinking across the grass, and he warily approached once again. After a minute or two he decided they weren't threatening after all. He trotted towards the patchwork, and then stopped half way and crouched to watch the pieces crawl along, much the way a child would watch a line of ants.

The miniature wisp's ears perked up when he heard a loud crash, cumulating in a rumbling noise of all those bruteballs growling at the upset, and the shouts of the one horse boil in a language Jove wasn't able to understand. When he turned around he noticed the charging one was starting to calm down, something weird had happened to Bul's face, and... Damien was lying on the ground. In a very not-moving position.

Jove let out a little whine, abandoning the trail of patchwork parts. He trotted past Petro, gave Bul's face a funny look as he went by, nimbly stepped through the growling bruteballs, and then crouched again at Demi's side. He didn't look too good...

The pup frowned, once again cursing his lack of FEARhealing lessons. They couldn't start soon enough with these crazy students! There was only one way he could think of to make Demi feel better... He glanced around to make sure nobody was watching, and then pulled a move straight out of a Scarytale story he remembered from his pre-student months. The little ghostling quickly leaned over and gave the other boil a short kiss before anyone would notice. That would wake the hound up, right?