[With one hand occupied by the fire horse's nuzzling muzzle, Ivar uses the other to form a lasso. He'll only get one shot at this, so he's determined to make it count as he continues to murmur soft words to the Pokemon.
He loops it over the Ponyta's head, settling it onto its neck in one smooth movement. For a moment, it doesn't react, standing perfectly stock-still. Then it jerks up its head, whinnying loudly, before rears on its hind legs, flailing its hooves around in a dangerous manner.
Ivar's nearly jerked right out of his seat. For such a little foal, it's still strong. He loops the excess of rope around one arm, struggling in a battle of wills with the Pokemon. It drags him right out of the wheelchair and onto the ground, but still he won't let go. Only one of them is going to be more stubborn than the other and it's going to be him. He's got this...maybe.]
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He loops it over the Ponyta's head, settling it onto its neck in one smooth movement. For a moment, it doesn't react, standing perfectly stock-still. Then it jerks up its head, whinnying loudly, before rears on its hind legs, flailing its hooves around in a dangerous manner.
Ivar's nearly jerked right out of his seat. For such a little foal, it's still strong. He loops the excess of rope around one arm, struggling in a battle of wills with the Pokemon. It drags him right out of the wheelchair and onto the ground, but still he won't let go. Only one of them is going to be more stubborn than the other and it's going to be him. He's got this...maybe.]