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mekachu04sib puck for glove and skate back to bench with dislodged equipment.
scoreboard didn't reflect it but Beeze was having a terrible night and they were all doomed after game.
it had started minutes into the first when a deflected puck had hit the safety net. Beeze had moved behind the net to catch it on its way down when Hastur had been tripped on his way back and slammed full spread into Beeze's back, wiping them both put.
They'd gotten a power play for interference, starting one of the best games so far of their season, but Beeze's luck remained as shifty. by the halfway point on the game, tries been checked and tripped, and the only thing shorter than their stature was their fuse. even Lucifer was keeping his distance as Beeze looked ready to murder.
they'd made several questionable jabs at the other team when clearing the box, two cases possibly legit tripping, and Dagon had spend two minutes in the box for Beeze on a hooking call.
the only down side to being 5 up in the second (!!!!) was that the hits where coming harder, and tempers where shorter, and Crowley hated it but he was hovering closer to Hastur when he did get the puck to avoid getting clobbered into the boards.
Dagon had taken a hit that had sent her spinning, and she was gonna have the bruises to show for it tomorrow.
crow pilled the forward on the boards, become trapped in a press of bodies and sticks, and he could only hope the puck was down there somewhere, just focusing on keeping his mark from finding it.
he was pretty sure hos right blade hit it, and he tried to wedge it to Ligur who was at his side, jabbing into the mess of legs.
an errant elbow-or maybe a stick but- got him in the gut and he wheezed, but didn't let up until he heard Ligur crow in glee and then it was a mad dash to get it down the ice before the other team could recover.
scoreboard didn't reflect it but Beeze was having a terrible night and they were all doomed after game.
it had started minutes into the first when a deflected puck had hit the safety net. Beeze had moved behind the net to catch it on its way down when Hastur had been tripped on his way back and slammed full spread into Beeze's back, wiping them both put.
They'd gotten a power play for interference, starting one of the best games so far of their season, but Beeze's luck remained as shifty. by the halfway point on the game, tries been checked and tripped, and the only thing shorter than their stature was their fuse. even Lucifer was keeping his distance as Beeze looked ready to murder.
they'd made several questionable jabs at the other team when clearing the box, two cases possibly legit tripping, and Dagon had spend two minutes in the box for Beeze on a hooking call.
the only down side to being 5 up in the second (!!!!) was that the hits where coming harder, and tempers where shorter, and Crowley hated it but he was hovering closer to Hastur when he did get the puck to avoid getting clobbered into the boards.
Dagon had taken a hit that had sent her spinning, and she was gonna have the bruises to show for it tomorrow.
crow pilled the forward on the boards, become trapped in a press of bodies and sticks, and he could only hope the puck was down there somewhere, just focusing on keeping his mark from finding it.
he was pretty sure hos right blade hit it, and he tried to wedge it to Ligur who was at his side, jabbing into the mess of legs.
an errant elbow-or maybe a stick but- got him in the gut and he wheezed, but didn't let up until he heard Ligur crow in glee and then it was a mad dash to get it down the ice before the other team could recover.
