Utterly Mad

Already the blue team comes out swinging, even with one of them getting tossed towards the corner. Meanwhile our other contender in the red corner is fighting dirty, taking bites out of a couple limbs.

The blue team manages to lay in a few hits here and there, while our dirty-fighting contender briefly considers to join in the child-tossing content before deciding against it, all in the time it takes for our flying contender in the blue corner to make a landing.

However, our other fellow in the red corner is finally also joining in the dirty fighting, though so far neither has scored a point in favor of the red team.

In fact, the blue team may have an advantage, as our fellows in the red team seem to be eager to tear into each other as well, giving one child a chance to land a claw-shattering punch. Maybe the other werebeast is merely angry at breaking a nail?

Even better, one kid gets it in their head to not only start fighting dirty in return, but step it up a notch, biting one werebeast in the eyelid!

Few more well-aimed punches from the blue team seem to be all our werebeast contenders need to get their heads back in the game, and stop scrapping with each other.

It's not long before the red corner scores a point in its favor, after the blue corner inflicts a fair number of solid hits on the were creatures, one child is put solidly into a chokehold.

However, the same werebeast has elected to handicap itself by taking hold of someone's sock, while the other contender on the red team secures a joint break on one of the children.

Another series of blows are exchanged on both sides before one of the children is knocked out cold from a savage series of bities, and thoroughly chewed out (pun intended) further.

And a third child follows suit, seeming to have died fighting, returning in kind as best as they can manage before expiring. But at the same time...



What a surprise! We now have a point scored in favor of the blue team! Ulco fought well, but this contender simply didn't have it in him to see the fight through. As the match started off 14 on 2, that makes a point for the blue team worth sevenfold, score is now 7-3 in blue's favor.

Score continues to tick up with a fourth, fifth, and sixth point in red's favor, but our remaining contender is severely hampered by their new weapon of choice. To their advantage, several on the blue team are suffering severe blood loss, some have spinal injuries, and others are either unconscious or asleep.

By now only two contenders on the blue remain conscious, and exhaustion soon claims them as well. However, that sock continues to be a hindrance to the red team, giving one child a chance to recover enough to get up.

This one brave motherfucker is getting a beating, and so far has yet to score a hit, but she is faring better than the ohers at the moment.

Casser Hugssavage, you are the most badass three-year-old in this entire hamlet.

There's stoicism in the face of injury, then there's a three year old verbally brushing off getting the wind knocked out of them by an overgrown lizard.

She then gets her teeth kicked out. But between a low blow by our dirty fighter on the red team, and getting a leg busted by a lucky strike, things aren't looking so good for her.

To make things worse, eventually that sock proves dangerous enough to jam a rib through a lung. Eventually Casser was KO'd and had her head caved in by a sock. Never landed a single hit, but holy shit that kid took some abuse.

And which another two out-cold contenders in the blue corner socked to death, score is 9-7 in red's favor. Only one child is conscious at the moment, and the werebeast shows no signs of bleeding out like the other did.

Soon enough it seems the blue team's main contender, Rushan Frostmushroom, also three years old, is busy being shaken to her core rather than intervening like Casser did, leaving a tenth to succumb to what's largely just a mop-up operation in the ring.



Indeed, she doesn't even fight back. She and another are swiftly dealt with. Score is 12 to 7 in red's favor, with only one child conscious and currently crawling after the werebeast, unable to save the other contender from the blue team.

Representing the blue team, we have a hungry, dehydrated 9-year-old. All four limbs are too broken to use, and it's only luck that she didn't bleed out. Representing the red team, a giant chameleon wielding a sock, covered in superficial wounds save for an eye injury and a LOT of smashed fingers.

One on one. Final round, fight!

It went exactly as expected. werebeast beat the everloving shit out of the poor bugger before transforming back right as they kick the bucket. Score's 14-7, red team wins.