January 2022- Ashigara and Hargrave

Ashigara sets out to become the biggest sumo ever, while Hargrave builds up the firepower to take the throne of Armello, as requested by Muscledragonwolf and Ein. Enjoy, folks!

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Ashigara had been given a big task, and it would take a bear bigger than him to carry it out- which is why he had to build himself up. For months Ashigara had been in the most intensive training his sumo club had ever seen- which meant half his time, at least, was spent eating. Devouring feasts meant for whole families, packed with rich, filling food, and going after each course with a religious zeal, stuffing himself daily until he was fit to burst. The other half of his time was spent in arduous, grueling exercise, building up muscle that would go on to support a humongous frame. He was going to be the biggest sumo ever- and after months of training, the results were impressive.

Ashigara was a juggernaut, a force of nature that nothing could stop. The ground shook with each stomp of his gigantic, trunk-sized legs, thunder thighs trembling as they rolled off of each other, his miwashi girded around vast hips and a gigantic, round rear. His tank of a belly bounced and heaved with every step, a gigantic, pendulous, weighty boulder that dominated his physique. His lower half and gigantic belly were a testament to the sheer tons of food he had packed away into his body, but his strong, firm wall of a chest, and his powerful arms were the sign of his exhaustive training. The sumo bear filled his side of the ring, wearing a confident grin- none could surpass him in size, and he couldn't wait to see just how much stronger he was than any other wrestler who dared challenge him.

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Armello had been without an experienced head for too long- and now, thanks to the insidious Rot, the throne was up for grabs. Hargrave, the Thunder Earl, was one of many champions who was eyeing the throne, but no one took the rabbit seriously- they thought him too old to seriously be a contender for the throne. That worked just fine for Hargrave, in the short term- thanks to years of hauling around his custom cannons and, perhaps, just a touch of Wyld magic, had transformed the old buck into a titan. His huge chest could weather the most punishing of broadside blasts, his pillar-like legs could crack iron with one well-aimed kick, and his wide back unfurled with bulging muscle, accustomed to hauling cannons that most folk couldn't bear. He hadn't felt such energy in ages- and never such awesome strength. Who could have guessed he would reach such an apex, so late in his life?

His newly empowered physique had only improved his marksmanship skills- when he fired his hand cannon, his hand was steady as stone, his body like an impervious wall that absorbed the shock of the gun's recoil, his grip strong as iron. If he had to blast his way to the throne, Hargrave felt confident in doing so- the other rabbit families had recognized him as their champion, and no matter what the Bear, Wolf, or Rat clans had to say about it, they could face his cannon, or, he mused, curling his gigantic arm, his bicep swelling mightily, they could face the other gun show he had on display.