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<span class="mu-g">"Oh yeah, you think you're tough?!"</span>
You give Forja a push. With your plan finally ready, he plays along.
<span class="mu-b">"With one hand, buddy! Err, I mean, I could take ya' with one tail tied behind my back!"</span>
He's not very good at acting it seems. You poke his chest either way, and he starts to grapple with you. You wrap your arms around Forja, fake straining turned to real in the spirited play-fighting. He doesn't punch or kick, since he's not really trying to hurt you, and you don't really stomp with your hooves or try to jam him with your horns either. It's all in good fun after all. You've certainly attracted attention to yourself; several students yell and gather, some watching, others concerned. There is a moment during the scuffle where your legs are strongly spread apart in a wider stance against Forja's weaker, more loose angle. You could easily twist and pin him to the ground with a powerful body slam reversal, even his Jaxtian agility couldn't get out of that so easily... but no, you won't betray him. After all, you're trying to <span class="mu-i">lose</span> this fight.
<span class="mu-b">"Graaah!"</span>
Forja twists you and slams your head and upper body into the nearby storage locker. Your horn pivots on your skull uncomfortably, and you hear a crack, but don't really feel any pain. Forja keeps you in a headlock for a few seconds, demonstrating to all nearby he's in the dominant position.
"Alright! That's enough! Knock it off you two!"
The base Administrator came immediately as the fight started, and breaks you up. Forja looks a little embarrassed as he points up at your horn. You reach up tenderly and feel a crack. Oh shit! You cracked your horns. Vetucker horns never grow back, but rarely are totally ripped out or destroyed; they just slowly wear down or get cracked with age and injury. Little annoying your fake fight caused you a permanent scar on your horn, you'd prefer to get it in a real battle if anything, but oh well.
Just then, you hear a gasp of concern and Una comes running over to you. She reaches up towards your horn and touches it gingerly, then motions for you to sit down. The base administrator is laying into Forja, who he assumed was the aggressive party. Guess he didn't read the two of your's planned out character arcs in the script. Una comes back with some horn polish from her locker, slathering it on gingerly with great care, being your personal nurse. The entire time, her face is twisted with a look of empathy and concern.
<span class="mu-g">"Hey! Hold on, didn't you see what just happened?"</span>
She doesn't respond, instead just tending to your wound.
<span class="mu-g">"...I can't believe Forja beat me. Darn. Guess he's the Alpha male for a reason, huh. Gonna blow some grass at him now?"</span>
Once again, she doesn't respond, just turns her head in embarrassment at bringing up that incident.
<span class="mu-g">"...You didn't see us wrestling the other day, did you? Where I beat him?"</span>
