Big Salmon Lake Be my Yoko Ono

"oops-"

Fuck -- that did not land the cheek.

What was meant to hit the side of his face instead hit Bronco directly in the face, causing saliva to fly out his muzzle. Āzon turned to peer apologetically at the yearling, trying to check if he was okay, but soon shook his head to snap out of it. This was a spar after all -- stopping now to pity him would basically be an insult to his opponent. Bronco definitely wasn't weak, so there was no need to treat him as such. 'Stop being a mushy dumbass, Ignis. Kid's doin' fine.'

Just as the pheonix was about to find his balance again and lift his torso off the ground, something heavy planted itself ontop of him. More specifically, Bronco, had planted himself ontop of him. Āzon let out a gasp as he felt his lungs straining themselves against the pressure -- and now instead of standing up, his face was in the mud again. Why didn't he see that coming in the first place? The yearling clearly had the advantage when Ignis took too long getting up.

"Urghhhh, shit. Alright kid, you win..." he strained with a series of soft coughs -- which slowly morphed into hysterical laughter.  "Now get th'hell off of me already. Ya probably weigh more than that deer you were eatin'."