Hoshor Plains Fire, Hell Fire, This Fire Burning In My Skin

Rolled a 2! Yikes.

This was the first spar Kigipigak had taken part of post-cat-attack, and it showed in the reticent manner of his movements; he wasn't as gregarious as he used to be, not as much a daredevil, but it wouldn't matter in the long run: Nyra's aim was well placed and with enough force, she came in to contact with his hip, then his ribs.

It wasn't pain that made him erupt with movement, but panic. The memory of something coming too close to tender parts of himself, of the blood that once caked his body, of the pressure of the cat that had landed across his back and then kicked and pulled at his skin — it flashed through his mind as Nyra's teeth clacked.

He was off-balance immediately as he over-compensated, hasty and invigorated by a spasm of anxiety. Kigipigak did not know what to do about it; he couldn't really do much, except fall, hit the ground hard, and flash his belly in defeat.