Though it's what he had wanted, Cera still winces as Are quite literally shoulders the blow. That was going to bruise like hell, but it didn't sound as if he'd broken anything at least. He's swiftly distracted by the drop of the shield, easing back on the power of the kick even though it still stings as his shin powerfully meets the surface. He'd surely get his own bruise to match, but he grits his teeth against the pain and swiftly returns his foot to the earth. Cera didn't have nearly the amount of center mass to avoid being toppled if Are shoved forward.
Except that's...not what he does. Cera is already moving to readjust his spear when Are drops both axe and shield to the dirt. It's such a bold move that he's momentarily taken off guard, and though he stumbles back the hand that snatches up his shirt is unavoidable. An undignified yelp escapes his mouth as he's easily hauled off his feet in one swift yank, as light as a ragdoll in his opponent's grip. There's no fighting it, even if he could probably jerk back hard enough to rip his shirt further, but there's no guarantee his feet will remain on the ground with their height difference.
Instead, he moves with the motion, reaching forward to try and brace his arms around Are's shoulders - good lord this is more intimate than he planned - as his bruise-free leg jerks up to try and knee Are in the side where his arm is already occupied with jerking Cera around like a naughty kitten. Hopefully it would force him to drop Cera, or at least wind him, but Cera couldn't help his wild grin at the stupid fun he was having.
Attack: 4/4
