Arm Wrestle
A purple smithonian picinic table suddenly appeared in the middle of the warehouse, Phoenix transformed in her bipedal werefox form, taking a spot on one of the glass seats.
"Um Phoenix, what are you doing?" Boris asked her, confused.
"I would like to test out that left arm of yours, make sure it's working properly, after I revived it, with a little arm wrestle."
Boris walked over to the table, taking a seat, before accepting her challenge, he released his pets from the diamond patches of skin on his hands, both Weasels took a seat on the table's surface. Phoenix placed her right elbow on the table, while Boris did the same with his left elbow.
"Don't hold back."
"You're going to regret saying that." Phoenix said with a smirk on her face.
Halfway through the competition, the Weasels decided to chat amongst themselves.
Who do you think will win?
Hmm... The other Weasel said thoughtfully, getting on his back legs, stroking his chin with one of his hind legs. I think Phoenix will.
You doubt our master? His brother said, giving him a sideways glance.
No, I don't. She's a whple lot stronger than a Boglodite, with a power of a werefox on her side. Though...
Though... What?
I hope she doesn't tear Master's arm off, or the three of us will be dealing with a ticked off, wrathful Boglodite and an another revival on our legs and paws, after calming him down.
I hope so too, you know what happens when Master is in pain.
What are you two going on about?
Both the weasels heard their master's thoughts through their telepathic link.
We're trying yo figure out who would win.
Have you two decided?
This one thinks it's going to be Phoenix. One of the Weasels, who responded to him, pointed a leg to the other.
Master, you haven't taken on a werefox, before...
Before I fought Moonfox, after Phoenix transformed into one, when we first met.
Boris felt his elbow slipping to the side, struggling to move said werefox's arm to the other direction, the next thing he knew, he had lost to the honey colored vixen's might.
After it was over, both of them turned around on their seats, to get their feet, as the table slid back down to the earth below.
One of the weasels climbed up the right side of Phoenix's body.
Sorry, that you lost, master?
The other Weasel said climbing up Boris's left side, nuzzling into his neck.
It's all right, after all she did said that it was a test, I hope I did okay.
He let out a purr as he stroked one of his pet's legs.
Phoenix rubbed the back of her neck with her right paw. "Boris, you're not sore about losing, are you?"
"Not one bit." He crossed his arms across his bulge chest, "How did I do?" he asked her.
"That left arm of yours, is doing great."
Phoenix turned her attention to the Weasel nuzzling against her fur, curiosity wriiten on her face.
"What is it?"
"I'm wondering why does one of your pets like me, so much?"
Boris turned his head to the side, wondering the same thing. "I don't know."