[ If only Dokja were here to see two attractive dogmen slowly lose bits and pieces of their clothing as they tussle on the ground. But then again, he'll be here soon enough regardless...
His plan to pin Ernesto down on the ground now tossed out the window, Eustace settles for lunging forward again, arms outstretched in a tackle as the pieces of fabric in his hands flutter haphazardly to the ground, grimy white a stark contrast against slate grey stone. If he can use his body weight to knock Ernesto over and catch him in a firm grip, maybe he can knock him unconscious against the ground without having to resort to further violence.
The less blood shed over all of this, the better. ]
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His plan to pin Ernesto down on the ground now tossed out the window, Eustace settles for lunging forward again, arms outstretched in a tackle as the pieces of fabric in his hands flutter haphazardly to the ground, grimy white a stark contrast against slate grey stone. If he can use his body weight to knock Ernesto over and catch him in a firm grip, maybe he can knock him unconscious against the ground without having to resort to further violence.
The less blood shed over all of this, the better. ]