Yes! YES YES YES! The fight which had begun so poorly for Shrewstep had turned into, if not a victory, certainly a more even contest. He had avoided thugging it out blow for blow, and landed a few hits of his own without getting absolutely clobbered! This was the point where he would ideally claim an escape with minimal injuries, but that would be a straight-up lie. He could deal with the wounds to his ear and chest, those bits of him weren't technically structural, but the more the adrenaline of his success drained away and he began to tire, the less he seemed to be able to get it to do what he wanted.
Foggymask had clearly clocked onto this, looking at it quite intently even as Shrewstep scored another hit to his opponent's face. Blood was certainly flying now, both toms dripping it across the ground, and Shrewstep momentarily considered the mess there might be to clean up. He supposed it would soak into the ground, but the scent of it would certainly linger. Then again, the disturbing nature of blood-scent in camp came from the fact that it wasn't supposed to be there. It felt dirty. This was honorable blood, spilled in mutually agreeable combat.
The blood from his ear wound, the first blood drawn, had changed its track down his path at some point in the past few moments, and now dripped its way across his field of vision, distracting Shrewstep momentarily. That was all it took, really. He probably wouldn't have been able to move his left hind leg in time anyway, but this moment of unfocus sealed Shrewstep's fate. The large paws of the other tom struck his haunch with impressive force, and he hissed in pain as the leg crumpled.
Perhaps too much force was applied, sending Shrewstep skidding a short distance that meant Foggymask's attempt to pin him didn't quite work. The thuds of the other toms paws were close to his head. Shrewstep was almost surprised they hadn't crushed his face into the dirt, because that definitely seemed like it would be Foggymask's style. Already a bit disoriented because a) there was a lot of his blood decorating the clearing, b) he didn't have a lot of blood to lose being so small and c) he had already fallen in an ungainly manner a few times already, Shrewstep wasn't able to react quickly. Not quickly at all.
He tried to raise his front paws to slash at Foggymask, but as he raised the second one his hind leg threatened to collapse under him. Practically tucked underneath Foggymask's chin he tried to back away. That was kind of the only thing he could do at this point, try and get away and regroup before Foggymask.....what? Sat on him? Something like that, anyway. The closer he was the more useful Foggymask's mass advantage became, and Shrewstep REALLY didn't want to have to get into a brute force match. As already proved, that wouldn't end well for him.
This thought drove him backwards, tragically (for him anyway) placing his scruff just about directly under the maw of his enemy. Perhaps Shrewstep had an inkling that this choice wasn't the best one at this point, but it was far too late to save him from an embarrassment he'd been trying to avoid since, no joke, apprenticehood. Even the loss of his tail had been less humiliating than what we can all predict will come next. The Yeetening.
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