Bramblepoint the great hereafter

For all his rough-housing Titmouse was a pansy when compared to the much more aggressive, practiced lunge of his opponent. It didn't help that little Titty was -- well -- little. The dark figure missed the first time, but upon lunging a second, Titmouse felt a pinch on his neck that made him shriek a girlish note and pull away; however the other boy was older and bigger and stronger, and despite his best efforts Redshank would succeed in yanking the gray child from his hiding place.

Uggo'ff'mee! He squeal-slurred, fighting the instinctive urge to curl and escape when it became clear he couldn't stop the inevitable. Titmouse was pulled from the dark and, with surprising ease, charged out of it towards the dark boy's nearby body in an attempt to bowl him over and, hopefully, escape.