Bang Bang! Bang!
Tie!
The clang of metal on metal was unending.
Gang Wind rolled across the deck, so polished one could see their reflection, as two short figures weaved and dodged, leaving five-toed footprints.
After another fierce clash, Scarface adjusted first, stepping along the edge of the boat like a falcon diving for prey, leaping to Otter Kai's rear and aiming his hefty club at the back of his head.
In the nick of time.
Otter Kai didn't turn around; his tin staff twirled overhead, and with a reverse grip, he made a metallic clang, successfully blocking the strike with a move like unsheathing a sword.
Scarface's hands split open and bled, and he stumbled back three steps, while Otter Kai seized the chance to counterattack.
A yellow robe came fluttering in the wind.
Outside of the two beasts.
Nearly twenty Little Otters stood upright, craning their necks to look on.
