Forest
Mob watches with a feeling of kinship as the two of them continue their incredibly intense arm wrestle. He leans forward slightly with rapt attention, and gives a smile when Marcia manages to beat him.
"Come on, Marcia-chan. You can do it," he rooted quietly.
edited 2nd Mar '18 3:23:08 PM by Enirboreh
bork—The Scotsman's working up quite a sweat as well. Somehow, he just manages to get her to the point of being pinned, and finally, with one final push, pins her arm—
—He'd make a whoop of victory, but he's pretty winded from the competition—
@Marcia: Yer...nut too bad, lassy. Consida, yerself a friend a meh.
'If you fall seven times, stand up eight.' The cry of the Undead.Forest
Mob continues to watch, the pair's exertion reminding him of his times in the Body Improvement Club. Speaking of which, that made him wonder how they were dealing with his absence.
Unless time here was diluted or halted somehow.
Anything could happen. He was unsure.
61%
With that, I'll have to go. Power's unstable right now anyway.
bork

Woods
(notices) You, uh, sure did... R-round two? (moves her arm back into position)