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Benji bristles at the derisive snort coming from the tall, muscular boil as he approaches their booth. He draws himself up to his full height, though it may not be all that impressive by comparison, and stalks in. His ears flick toward the female, listening to her explanation before turning back to the tall boil. The feline's tail lashes from side to side as he challenges the other to arm wrestle.

Benji puts all his strength and reflexes into this 'battle', and manages to come out on top, so to speak: he slams the strange boil's arm against the table with a fierce yowl of victory.

Walking up to the booth, Rosy looks it over before she looks to the two horseman for a moment. While the boil slightly worried her, she did give a small smile to the ghoul. Stepping up, she nods tot he ghoul as she place her hand up.

She didn't last long, and all Rosy could do was give a weak smile.

Uttam sprinted past the booth yet again. Nope, not today. Not ever.

Liela finally decides to try this booth on. Reading over on how to play this booth. She choices the ghoul as her opponent. Not really sure if she can last. She takes up her hand and begin the struggle. She was keeping up with either one not giving in.

Nova again asks Shaheen to arm wrestle him. The result is the same as the day before, over quick and leaving him hurting.

"Sorry Miss, can you give me an-another chance?" Arynek walked closely to Shaheen, playing with her hands nervously. If the horsemen paid attention, then she could easily remember there was a weak ghoul that she defeated within 5 seconds many times, but she did come back again and again.

There she came again, and asked for another arm wrestling. It was surprised that she didn't lose in a short time, but the sweats on her forehead probably suggest how hard she was trying. Her face was originally purplish grey but now it was white, it was a white knuckle struggle as if she was about to black out.

Shaheen did indeed recognize the young girl who approached and asked so politely for another round. Leaning against the booth with booth hands pressed against its surface, she loomed over the much shorter student, before hunkering down and getting herself into position.

"Your unwillingness to give up is an admirable trait." Shaheen crooned, hand closing around the girls, nodding when it was time to begin, muscle flexing just enough to hold steady against the sudden pressure that sought to take her arm down to the table. It was not so easy now as it had been early on, her muscles becoming sore and tired from the days worth of wrestling.

She wondered at how badly the student must want to win, perhaps to prove something, even if only to herself. It was a strange moment, where Shaheen became thoughtful letting her arm bend and give before flexing and pushing back, forcing them both to the upright position once more, before letting a little ground slip away again.

It was almost like a game. Let the girl win, or shatter her hopes?

"You are determined, little one. I like that as well." Shaheen held steady just a bit longer, waiting to see if the girl would reply.