The slog rears up, it's terretorial anger rising. The fuzzles who are also very territorial, especially at this moment...
The slog runs forward at the fuzzles, the fuzzles jump on top of it's head and then start to viciously bite. The slog runs around in anger and trips, knocking the fuzzles to the ground and nearly knocking them out. the slog sees the fuzzles agian and runs at them. It catches a fuzzle off guard and then takes it's chance to kill the thing. The other fuzzle sees this and then attacks the Slog biting it's neck, and eventually the slog dies of blood loss.
1 fuzzle remains, so the fuzzle wins!
Alright here goes nothin...
2 paramites and 1 Scrab in the middle of the Spooce Shrub forest.
* the Paramites have entered the Scrabs territory searching for food.
Ready... FIGHT!
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