[@PaulHaynek][@AzureKnight][@13org] [color=ed145b][b]Ditzy Stoneclub[/b][/color] Ditzy always believed he was strong, and he was strong. Yet today, Ditzy was never pushed this far before. Tired, out of breath, muscles not moving accordingly and worse than usual, vision occasionally blurring. So when the ogre slipped out of his headlock and grabbed his neck to lift him up easily, it shocked Ditzy. Her fingers felt nearly immovable, it was close to mama's own grip. "Ditzy isn't pretty strong," He said with a grin even as he tried to grip back the ogre's arm although failing to summon the strength yet Ditzy tried. "Ditzy IS strong." How could he not? This was the first time, someone else was stronger than him. It was the first time that he could play all he wants, and was still losing. That thrill, the excitement, the rush of fighting and proving he's the strongest. It was the greatest feeling he ever had! His brain tried to figure out a way to escape and turn the tides, how would papa do it? He always was able to escape mama's grip after all, so it wasn't impossible. At the bare edges of his thoughts, Reed interrupted it by offering to surrender. Ditzy stared wide-eyed, why is he surrendering? Ditzy can still fight! Then hearing his proclamation, it confused Ditzy for a bit. It took a moment to sort out those large confusing words. Piecing it together, Reed seems to say he'll go with them since he lost. [i]He will go?[/i] Ditzy tilted to the sides, understanding why, but why should he go? Ditzy was the one who wanted this fight. Does Reed think Ditzy is weak and that's why he wanted to help? Does this means, Ditzy will be responsible for Reed leaving? ... [i]No.[/i] Ditzy blood rushed to his head as he understood the implication and meaning. Whatever stamina that he ran out of, rage provided momentarily. But more than, the eagerness to prove that he was strong, and most of all, above all else. That it was he that faulted, and not Reed. That Reed shouldn't leave because of him. "Reed is stupid!" Ditzy cried out, then a memory flashed through him as he recalled how his father finally got out of grips. With a sudden sharp strike to the ogre's elbow with his knuckles, showing a surprising amount of accuracy as Ditzy struck the tendon. Forcing a reflex action as her grip loosened itself allowing Ditzy to slip away from it and landing on his feet. "Ditzy was the one who wanted to fight! Ditzy was the one who took the paper!" Ditzy roared swinging a haymaker, moving in tandem with all of his body and none of the usual instability. Perhaps it was the fatigue forcing his body to find a ways to stand, or plain stubbornness. "Reed is not leader, Ditzy is!" Whatever it was, for the first time, Ditzy managed to transfer all energy going upwards from his legs, waist, body, arm and fist into a proper punch without any of the windups. "And Ditzy not surrender yet!" Slamming right into the solar plexus of the ogre, it was not up to Ditzy usual full strength but it was enough to give pause as air rushed out of the ogre from surprise and concentrated strength all into a single tiny area. "Reed is not even a knighty! Ditzy is leader, strongest hobgoblin, and male too!" He knows that he wasn't smart as others, only in strength did he excelled but he knows one thing. If one does something wrong, admit to it and bear all es-pond-bili-tea. That's the most important thing his dad taught him, that the principal his father follows. "That's why Ditzy should be one to leave if lose!" As if to emphasize his gender, Ditzy removed the top of his clothing before tying it to his forehead. Showing to all his bare chest, and that indeed, instead of a flat-chested muscled female hobgoblin, he was a male. One of a kind and unique existence. "Come, if Ditzy wins, then all follow. If not, then Ditzy will follow instead."Eyes glared straight at the ogre, wanting to end this fight and all the will to continue fighting. Ditzy took a stance for a final round. Betting everything into a single blow. Idly, at the corner of his mind, Ditzy was also aware that they still need to recover poet man. --- [@Rezod92][@PaulHaynek] [color=fff200][b]Yang Bethlehem[/b][/color] It felt like forever before the champion finally passed out, from the corner of her eyes, Yang was barely aware of just how close she was to bite the dust even as Kira ultimate move managed to buy enough time for the tides to turn. Once it did, there's no stopping the varjan from routing. Soldiers fled and the champion still in her grasp. From the corner of her eyes, a rebel came and asked to finish off the champion. Taking a decision, she tightened her hold. Only to ensure the champion passed out as she cut off the oxygen and blood flow. It barely took thirty seconds but it was good enough as she quickly tied the champion. Though Yang did tenderly reattached the broken fingers to the best of her abilities. Fashioning a brace with sticks and making sure it's straight so it wouldn't be crooked when it reset the bones. Taking a look at the defeated opponent and then her hands, Yang could only shake her head. "No, can't kill the defeated and captured. Makes us...worse." Yang slowly said in a different accent similar to the rebels, aware that her idealistic way would lead to more problems and that it doesn't stop them from killing her secretly. But she'll be damned if she didn't try at least. "Please, don't kill her. If can, try to convince to help our side?" Frankly, Yang doesn't know what to do. Fighting on the battlefield with one's life on the line, she can do that, but taking others? She didn't dare to because her master didn't. It would be a betrayal of his teaching as well. "Ey, what you suggest?" Yang discreetly turned towards Kira, not addressing her by name at all just in case the champion was listening in.