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Rylarth found himself in a bit of a stalemate with the other hatchling. His attempt to make up for lost ground was in vain, but he wasn't losing any more ground either. The white hatchling seemed to be enjoying this, a look of determination and excitement on their face greatly contrasted Rylarth's strained and slightly panicked expression. Almost all hope Rylarth had of winning the game was extinguished, but then he heard it, it was Bristle cheering him on. The fact that Bristle believed that Rylarth could win was more than enough to rekindle the hatchlings competitive spirit. It was time for Rylarth to go all in, he pulled the rope as quickly and as hard as he could, while rearing up on his hind legs. Rylarth was getting very reckless, if the white hatchling could stand up to this attack Rylarth would be extremely vulnerable to a counterattack, but he didn't care about playing safe anymore.