A Drunken Royal Brawl

From FiranMUX

Anarinuell: Palace District -- Combat Training Center

A thin layer of smoke fills the air here as the torches along the walls keep the room dimly lit. There are no windows and but a single door to the training center. This provides the privacy needed to properly train. The only decor here is that of military gear which is placed in shelves along the walls. A large center area is marked off. This, of course, is where the actual training takes place. A group of healers are stationed in here to tend to the wounded after they finish their training.There is a sign on the wall stating the rules for the use of the training center.

Torianos enters followed by 10 Chimera clan guards.

Katriana comes in, looking a bit cold in her thin silks. But, the young Prince is bundled up in Elianik colors.

Argonus' father, however, seems pleasantly comfortable in his half naked state. Perhaps it's the excessive amounts of whiskey in his stomach that's keeping him warm. He's down in the center pit, shadow boxing in the Drunken Master style as he waits for the audience that is his son.

Torianos has just come stomping into the training center and young child or not, he's cursing. "Warriors my left ass cheek, need to learn..." it continues in much the same fashion for a little while as he strips down to his loincloth and bobs a bit, looking to Argin. "I guess some families just don't know how to celebrate properly eh?" *Firan*

Katriana looks between Argin and Torianos, the Princess' cheeks going horribly red as Torianos strips down to her loincloth. She glances, and quickly goes back to coddling their oh-so-happy son. "See your Daddy getting ready to fight, Prince Argie?" she asks, cooing to the baby. *Firan*

"I think that's a bunch of crap," Argin says rather plainly. "Anyone can look at Amenik and see that he's hardly a man, let alone a real warrior. I bet a /real/ Hydra warrior would be eager to brawl at his wedding celebration!" The whiskey has loosened Argin's tongue on certain matters. "I'd like to know when he last fought anything aside from an uncomfortable cough!"

Torianos lets his head tip back as he laughs. "Some keep others from doing what they can't do themselves," he comments with a wine-loosened tongue as well. He glances at

Katriana for a moment and then back to Argin with a half-nod. "Are you ready, cousin?" The fact that he's almost in his birthday suit, doesn't seem to trouble him in the least. Technically, Ticanee fight naked, so it's likely a good thing that Torianos isn't quite feeling -that- strongly about things. *Firan*

"Always," Argin replies heartily. "Let's do this thing." And quickly too, since it's almost bed time for the player. He looks up toward his family for a moment. "Watch now, Argonus! See how men fight! You too will have your chance to step into the ring in good time!"

Katriana closes her eyes again and looks down at her rather beautiful slippers as she begins to sing to her son.

Katriana sings 'Zutiv's Light' beautifully, inspiring drooping eyelids, yawning and thoughts of sleep all around. As the gentle lullaby is sung, those nearby have a hard time staying awake.

Torianos nods once to Argin and then lunges forward. He seems moderately distracted by Katriana's 'battle hymn' but he slips towards Argin anyway, looking for a quick shot.

Argin is caught off guard by Torianos - likely because his wife is singing a lullaby! "Stop with that nonsense! Let the boy watch!" *Firan*

Argin takes a hit to the left thigh!

Torianos takes a hit to the hips!

Katriana stops singing and looks at Argonus, "Err... watch the two half-nude people fight now, Argonus." *Firan*

Torianos ducks low and drivs a shot into Argin's thig just in time to get one in response to his hips. He dances back, steps to one side and then ducks forward again, seeking another opening.

Argin collapses on the ground, becoming motionless.

Katriana points to Argin, "Watch how good Daddy falls!" she says with a smile. *Firan*

Argin goes down like a load of bricks after two punches, but he's back on his feet soon enough. "A test of a man's mettle is how he takes a punch. Losing is as important as winning. You must be tough!" He shakes a fist at his son before looking toward Torianos. "One more time?" *Firan*

Torianos drives a shot hard into Argin's hand? Must be the booze, cause the shot causes his cousin to flop to the floor. He at least has his head on straight enough to bounce back and let the healers do their thang. As Argin rolls to his feet again, he nods and lets the healers tend to him also before he gives a 'come and get it' gesture with one hand.

Katriana nods to whatever Argin says. She's just trying not to stare at the two half-naked men. "Listen to Daddy." she coos to her son. He starts to gurgle and burrow, perhaps hungry. But, Kat isn't pulling out a boob right now. *Firan*

Torianos is tended by the healers and almost as soon as they're gone, Argin advances. Torianos smirks and tries to draw first blod.

Torianos misses Argin with his fists.

Torianos takes a hit to the lower back!

Argin takes a hit to the neck!

There's nothing that reasserts manhood like having your obedient Hydran wife breast feed your first born son while you fist fight with no shirt on. Argin trades blows with his cousin, occasionally casting an eye into the stands to make sure Argonus is paying attention as much as an infant can.

Torianos dances back and forth, missing his first attempt and then making contact with his cousin's neck on the second. He spins to one side and takes a strike to the back in response. A brief wince appears on his face and he ducks low to try and drive a shot to his opponent's legs.

Argin takes a hit to the waist!

Argin takes a hit to the right bicep!

Katriana cheers Argin and lets Arogonus root in her stola to find what he wants. Even though she doesn't let him have the boob.

Torianos ducks low yes, he also takes a rockin' shot to the forehead. He darts to one side and then deadarms Argin like he's never been dead-armed before.

Argin collapses on the ground, becoming motionless.

Katriana cheers Argin even though he fell again.

Katriana keeps her son close to her chest and cheers. "No no, you cannot eat now." She's not that obedient. *Firan*

Torianos takes another shot from Argin before popping up from inside Argin's guard and slams the prince in the forehead. It's a good enough shot to end the round and Torianos ducks out of reach again, still bobbing a bit though he's got a niiiice bruise on his own forehead because of the fight. His weaving has stopped too, perhaps some of the alcohol's left his system.

Argin goes down once again, but at least got a few more blows in on his cousin that time. "Calm yourself, Argonus!" he calls to his son as he's being tended to by the healers. "You will have your chance soon enough. Perhaps in a couple more years." When he's 3, because that's old enough to start getting 'toughened up'. "A good fight, Cousin," he says with a nod to Torianos. "I've been training, but apparently, so have you." *Firan*

"He doesn't want to fight, Prince husband. He wants to eat and I don't think this is the place for his meal." Katriana tells Argin.

"No, no! He wants to fight!" Argin insists. "Listen to his cry. That is a warrior's cry!"

Torianos lets his guard down and inclines his head deeply to Argin. "It was a good fight, very good, cousin." Yep, he's not so drunk anymore. "I may tap you again later since I'm working on a new brawling style, I'm looking for good fighters to train with as I develop it," he says lightly and smirks in Katriana's direction. He does have four kids afterall, this would be nothing new to him. *Firan*

As the baby cries, Katriana continues to watch his head kneading at her chest. "Er... yes, fight and then eat perhaps, husband."

Argin looks at his wife in a drunkenly lecherous manner. "Play your cards right and maybe I'll have somethin' to eat too." Har dee har har. He grins at Torianos. "Any time. I'm always up for a good fight. A few bruises never hurt anyone. Let's you know you're alive!" He looks again to Katriana. "Shall we be on our way, then?" It's bed time. *Firan*

Torianos grins at Argin. "I'll be sure to do that, cousin." He takes his tunic and toga from his guard, reclothing himself relatively easily and then starts to make his way out. "I likely should be heading home," he says vaguely before departing the training center. *Firan*

Katriana blushes a bright red. "Yes, let's get some rest Prince husband." she answers, dutifully and nods to Torianos, "Good Day, Your Honor. Zutiv bless." *Firan*