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Noshu leaps up to join the tangle of limbs with a loud but off-noise laugh, not directly attacking but making the situation all the more precarious as she either shoves at those who are in her way or uses their bodies as handholds to force room for herself where there is little.
Alleana can see the vein in Grom's neck throbbing with the effort it takes him to nudge up barely an inch. His progress, lacking as it may be, is far better than the sudden slip she suffers. Tumbling down to the mud soaked base in a tangle of limbs is lightened some as she watches one of the woodsman sail over her in a flying tackle on his friend that had moments before tossed him into the crowd. Both woodsmen go into a tumble and the Drunk sits down beside Allena and offers her a mud flecked flask.
"Have a drink, Missy?" He offers, looking up at the half-elf and half-ork above on the pole. "The wild lass about made me give up my supper with that last boot to me gut. I'm done for."
Noshu, the referred to 'wild lass' is still relatively low on the pole.
With the half ork managing to almost completely encircle the pole with his powerful arms, he shinnies up just out of reach of the groundlings below. The two scuffling woodsmen fall flat on their backs, gasping for breath, and give up the contest as it looks as if he might make it. Sunlight still blazes on the bronze disc at the top, beaconing for someone to reach the prize.
Noshu barely manages to keep her position, slipping and sliding she climbs up as much as she slips down and ends up making no progress at all. Alleana seeks to gain an advantage.