Vin lead Rep to a large space in the corner of the Famine floor. Gesturing low, he sat down and curled his legs up as he waited. "We don't train like War. Very weak physically most of us. Our brood is what makes us. This will be good. These two are great handlers."
The two handlers were two famine drapped in ragged robes. One, who has fussy antenntae from equally fluffy hair, had a glossy black beetle. The other, a skeleton with beaded hair, had a potato bug that looked almost stonelike.
A whistle was sounded and the pair shouted commands, the creatures rushing forward into a tackle. The beatle and potato bug showed themselves to sport sharp-tooth lined mouths and bite at legs whenever possible. While the potato bug rolled in to keep the beetle from tearing into its underside or striking it with iys rhino-like pronged horn, the beetle was trying to get enough space under its opponent. There was plenty of kucked up sand as the potato bug unrolled and then went to rush at the beetle, but eventually enough mistakes happened and the beetle finally succeded in overturning the potato bug onto its back. Just before the rhino beetle could tear into its underbelly, the handlers interverned before shaking hands.
Vin had been absorbed the entire time and once it was finished he reached over to shake Rep's arm. "Wasn't that great? We remmeber when their kin was yeeaaayyy big." He held his hands up a foot apart. "Very good. Very good. Very very good. Can only hope to be that good sometime."
As the handlers left the field, Vin rose up with a smile. "Okay labs then."
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