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Need (Sister Lashan) ([personal profile] hasapoint) wrote in [community profile] lukeoutbelow 2022-11-28 05:38 am (UTC)

A noisy chorus of shrieks and yells erupts from the other side. They scrabble and kick and slide around! Someone sits down to try and make more drag! Altogether they've lost their collective flow, which was their advantage here. Guts has a lower voice and this is nothing to the noise of the battlefield, he cuts through their shouts easily.

Galli doubles backwards like a bow, yelping hoarsely with the effort. Inexorably, the lead girl is pulled forwards into the vaguely delineated contested zone, despite new girls trying to wriggle in for handholds. There's more yelling. When her feet go over, widely spaced and churning wet earth like plowshares, some of the girls see their loss and let go to take the pressure off their stinging arms and palms.

There's suddenly a lot more slack and Galli, no longer monitoring the other side, loses her footing hard enough to end up flat on her back and skidding into Guts' ankles.

Huo is clear and will keep pulling regardless. He's finally tucked his toy clumsily under one arm so he could grip the knot at the end of the rope with both hands.

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