">Nien! Isabella is big girl! That way I can squeeze and squish the little cuties!<" The Miltank mooed gleefully for a moment before skipping forward, slamming her udder into the Skarmory's chest and leaving it dripping faintly with milk. After the initial push the Normal-Type would be back to slapping, throwing her back into it as she fought to regain her position.
((The ring, I'd wondered if it would be sumo when I thought about Miltanks' size =B))
[Hah! Then are you more milk than muscle?] The Skarmory let off a succession of raucous and insulting caws in laughter, before the two would fight ground again, as the Miltank would hit her and splatter milk... an idea in Ironclaw's head... [Better watch out, you're losing your precious milk!]
And in that moment, when Isabella might check, suddenly she put her neck down, extending it against Isabella's as a way to purchase grip, and then rattled forward on her legs, almost charging like a battering ram to push the Miltank once more!
Despite being pushed back, the Miltank didn't even bother looking down. It didn't seem she was particularly concerned about losing milk, simply the idea of it being stolen!
NOW the Miltank was taking them seriously. Ironclaw kept her beak tight this time, only a hiss of effort would be released as she set her feet in, talons curling and clutching into the ground for traction as she'd push forward still, this would be difficult here... but she wouldn't afford the Miltank any ground!
This time the table's would be turned, the Miltank showing the difference in their skill and weight as she shoved the Skarmory backward. She was still on the losing side of things, but she was well on her way to evening the score!
Talons would gouge long strips of the ground as Ironclaw's armor heaved and groaned against the Miltank's weight, and she could feel it pressing in against her almost...
She might have liked throwing around her own weight, but Ironclaw could see Isabella had weight of her own to spare here! Seething hisses came through her beak in effort as she would lock the armored joints in her legs, trying to anchor herself now, lowering her body she'd push back once more, not willing to give up her advantage just yet!
">What's the matter sweety? Can't handle a little love tap?<" The Miltank mooed, pressing her body against that of Ironclaw and continuing the rapid slaps of her hooves, attempting to push the Skarmory over the edge. She'd even the score, put things back in their place, but how long could she hold it?
[Pfah!] Ironclaw would let out finally as if exhaling from the effort so far, beady eyes rolling down through her goggles at the Miltank. [You have the tap, but none of the love!]
She threw her neck forward again, tangling herself around Isabella, looking to try and maybe throw off her balance here before she'd push her own weight against the Miltank. [Any love you think you got, Jasmine has ten times over!]
Weight was beginning to fail the Skarmory now, the Miltank pushing her ever backward and turning the tables. As she continued to slap her hooves against the bird's armor she'd turn her head to take a look at the girl she assumed to be Jasmine ">Yawh she is a cutie. Isabella just want's to squeeze and crush her! Maybe after she done crushing you!<" She mooed, continuing to push the bird back with all her weight!...or at least trying to.
Eyes widened and the Skarmory glowered from behind Isabella's head at the cow, grinding her beaks upper and lower edges, she would squawk her reply with a slow hiss. [She has plenty of problems without you adding to them!!]
[You.] She pushed forward. [Don't.] Her talons clawed down in each movement, her every word punctuated by a movement forward against Isabella's hooves. [Dare. Touch. Her!]
">Is somebody jealous?<" The Miltank mooed, dawning something of a sneer as she continued to push the Skarmory toward the opposite edge of the ring. The positions had utterly flipped at this point!
">Is somebody jealous?<" The Miltank mooed, dawning something of a sneer as she continued to push the Skarmory toward the opposite edge of the ring. The positions had utterly flipped at this point!
[Put it... this way!] Ironclaw grunted, before thrusting her breastplate forward once more into Isabella's striking hands and pushing back with all her might. [As protective... you are of your milk!?]
">NIEN! None have tried to steal your milk all day! Even when sleeping!<" The Miltank spat back, thrusting the Skarmory further back. Apparently there was beginning to be a difference in conviction here as well as weight!
">NIEN! None have tried to steal your milk all day! Even when sleeping!<" The Miltank spat back, thrusting the Skarmory further back. Apparently there was beginning to be a difference in conviction here as well as weight!
Ironclaw would have cried out as she would be pushed back again, a groaning noise of buckling metal in her armor as indents were now becoming apparant in her armored segments.
But still, she wouldn't let that cry loose, she wouldn't fall downward, she stayed upright, she fought to carry more strength, eyes focused on the Miltank as she'd push forward further. [You think so, huh?]
[You've no idea how many psychopaths and horrible people have tried to hurt her... you included now... and that's WHY I'm not about to stop!!]
">Stop no WIN!<" The hefty heifer mooed, throwing her body against the Skarmory once more. This time she wasn't even slapping at the big metal bird, instead she was merely throwing all her weight into the Skarmory, showing her just what she could do! A few more steps and this would all be over, and Jasmine would experience the defeat so many had against the gym leader of Goldenrod in ancient times!
