[Normally, Rosso would be harder to shake, on account of being literally one of the strongest motherfuckers on Elrios. Normally doesn't mean shit here, though, where his strength is massively diminished — something he was genuinely just berating himself for — and Adrian can easily get the upper hand on him due to sheer size alone.
It doesn't come without a fight; Rosso pitches an almost literal fit as he tries not to go down, gripping Adrian's waist hard with his knees in an attempt not to be thrown or kicked or wrestled out of his victory. He obviously tried so very hard to get it. (Why in Elria's name he thought Adrian wouldn't fight him back is a mystery.)
So, Rosso goes down flailing, trying to push Adrian back with his hands on his chest, like he's going to maybe succeed here what with his vice-grip on the manticore's hips and with his (fairly impressive, reduced to feeling fairly average) strength. There's a doglike yelp as he hits the floor, victory gone just as soon as he earned it, and...]
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It doesn't come without a fight; Rosso pitches an almost literal fit as he tries not to go down, gripping Adrian's waist hard with his knees in an attempt not to be thrown or kicked or wrestled out of his victory. He obviously tried so very hard to get it. (Why in Elria's name he thought Adrian wouldn't fight him back is a mystery.)
So, Rosso goes down flailing, trying to push Adrian back with his hands on his chest, like he's going to maybe succeed here what with his vice-grip on the manticore's hips and with his (fairly impressive, reduced to feeling fairly average) strength. There's a doglike yelp as he hits the floor, victory gone just as soon as he earned it, and...]