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Artaax was beginning to feel his legs tremble as Bobby stood upon him. He sucked in a breath and held it tight as his brother shifted, reached, and just all around made things very difficult for him. The struggle was merely part of the nature of what it was they were attempting to do, but Artaax was a kid with a quick temper when it came to not achieving his goals. And he wanted badly to achieve this one.

By the time Bobby proposed his next genius idea, Artaax couldn't take it anymore. A soft grunt was the only warning he gave his brother before he suddenly bucked liked a wild horse, attempting to throw the dark boy off of him. It was a rather lackluster move, for rather than standing up spectacularly on his hind legs while Bobby flew away through the skies, he just sort of twisted and then collapsed.