[ Slower and smaller than Croc, none the less Davy hits like him. Harvey gets the sticks up to take part of the blow, but despite that it saves his ribs from being broken, it doesn't allow him to keep his feet. He tumbles, rolls, coming up into a awkward crouch, and briefly he remembers: ]
[ Sloppy, Dent. You're down, you're dead. Get up. We'll do it again. ]
[ But then, then it passes. He shakes it off, and gestures. ]
Alright, alright, you are the sea.
[ And while they're both angry, it feels less and less like they have any heart in this fight. ]
[spam]
[ Sloppy, Dent. You're down, you're dead. Get up. We'll do it again. ]
[ But then, then it passes. He shakes it off, and gestures. ]
Alright, alright, you are the sea.
[ And while they're both angry, it feels less and less like they have any heart in this fight. ]