[Stoutland slides - with the help of mud - away from Gurdurr's wrangling. May or may not have gotten some in the big lug's face, too.] Hilda reaches up and pull at the end of her hair, thinking; the mud wouldn't help Hilbert any, but Stoutland wasn't too good at it either. If he stayed in place too long, he'd get stuck. She could already see it glooping about his paws.
Darn. If only it were a Sandstorm or something instead-- she'd have to make do, though. Rain wasn't that bad; they'd get Gurdurr to tire himself out or something on it, and then go in for the kill. But what if Stoutland couldn't hold out that long--?
He'd just have to.]
Keep it up, Stoutland! This is a war of attrition on our side!
[So, yes. Stoutland will keep moving, albeit slow when he's not trying to dodge and just trying to stay out of sticking in the mud.]</small.
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[Stoutland slides - with the help of mud - away from Gurdurr's wrangling. May or may not have gotten some in the big lug's face, too.] Hilda reaches up and pull at the end of her hair, thinking; the mud wouldn't help Hilbert any, but Stoutland wasn't too good at it either. If he stayed in place too long, he'd get stuck. She could already see it glooping about his paws.
Darn. If only it were a Sandstorm or something instead-- she'd have to make do, though. Rain wasn't that bad; they'd get Gurdurr to tire himself out or something on it, and then go in for the kill. But what if Stoutland couldn't hold out that long--?
He'd just have to.]
Keep it up, Stoutland! This is a war of attrition on our side!
[So, yes. Stoutland will keep moving, albeit slow when he's not trying to dodge and just trying to stay out of sticking in the mud.]</small.