“What…?” He exhales forcefully, watching more girls flock to the other side.
But that’s all he has time to say before slipping and losing some ground in the mud. He squares his stance to brake as much as he can, though the two of them aren’t going to have as much weight on their side.
He glares back ahead, feeling fiery inside rather than wanting to give up on the first round. He had a competitive streak buried in there, or maybe it was simple stubbornness. The burn in his shoulders worsened, but not enough to break out of him out of his pull. Through labored breaths, he talks to Galli:
“Hey.”
He glances back briefly.
“You call. I’ll follow.”
At some point, he’d recognized the coordination going on in the tugs, and figured they’d do better if they followed suit. She was more familiar with the game than he was, anyway.
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But that’s all he has time to say before slipping and losing some ground in the mud. He squares his stance to brake as much as he can, though the two of them aren’t going to have as much weight on their side.
He glares back ahead, feeling fiery inside rather than wanting to give up on the first round. He had a competitive streak buried in there, or maybe it was simple stubbornness. The burn in his shoulders worsened, but not enough to break out of him out of his pull. Through labored breaths, he talks to Galli:
“Hey.”
He glances back briefly.
“You call. I’ll follow.”
At some point, he’d recognized the coordination going on in the tugs, and figured they’d do better if they followed suit. She was more familiar with the game than he was, anyway.