Tap, tap, tap.
Uriel smacked the wood panel floors in defeat as Urlo pinned him down in a chokehold.
Urlo relented and pulled his arms off Uriel, but he didn't forget to give him a cold glare even as drops of blood dripped from his nose.
Uriel rubbed his neck and sides; his body had been aching before but after laughing so hard it felt like his muscles were going to pop.
After tickling Urlo with the cloth he smacked himself so hard that he busted his nose.
Urlo however was not amused and took the chance to knock Uriel to the ground and give him a few hits before pinning him to the ground.
Uriel climbed to his feet as Urlo found a basin of water to clean himself up, but with a single touch of the water the muscular druid started to shake from the cold, the water was only slightly warmer than ice.
