Glassworks Brawl 41 A.U.
From FiranMUX
February 41 A.U. - RL August 2007 ((A few hours after the archery tournament...))
Anarinuell: Palace District -- Glassworks Tavern and Shop
Jericho opens the door from the street and steps into the room.
Jericho has arrived.
Mahir has opened a keg of whiskey, after sending out word about the celebration.
Alessandro nods to Jericho as he enters, already a little buzzed. "Hey, Centurion! come on over. Let's drink some, I suppose." *Firan*
Alessandro drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Mahir drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Mahir cheers Sharin! Mahir cheers Sharin's arrival at the glassworks. "And the archery champion, who defended the honor of the guard, is here." *Firan*
Marsalos heads into the Glassworks for like, the fourth time today. But he's an Iberik, it's alright. He heads for the sound of cheering and the smell of liquor, kicking snow off his republic boots.
Sharin blinks a little bit, his eyes going wide as is cheered at again, but he gives a nod to Mahir.
Jericho blinks and tilts his head at Alessandro, "Are you allowed to drink, Captain/" *Firan*
Ternesa hides in the back for now, she maybe leaving soon, while a party sounds good it makes her look... whoreish to be the only woman here. Seeing Mars enter Nesa gets to her feet and gives another curtsey, though it's not like the man will hear her greeting over the cheering.
Alessandro blinks at Jericho. "Why on earth would I not be allowed to drink, Centurion?" he asks, confusedly, as he slams down another shot. *Firan*
Alessandro drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Marsalos drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
"He may be getting youc onfused with a Hydran, Centurion." Sharin responds as he makes his way over to get his whiskey.
Jericho takes a shot of whiskey and nods to Sharin, before looking to Alessandro, "I thought all you Monos were the same, No drinking and such." *Firan*
Jericho drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
"Ah...Captain, I'm sorry." Sharin corrects. "I got your rankes swapped."
Mahir corrects Jericho, as it's his sponsoree there and he did invest in etiquette classes for him. "Captain, Jericho," he says. He scans the room for Norik, not wanting to give the prize before he arrives as well. *Firan*
Marsalos smirks hearing Sharin, picking up a shot off the table. He glances over Alessandro and quirks a brow as he tips the whiskey back. "Lord Mahir, you missed a hell of a show. I think I might have to narrow down to a bullseye championship next time." *Firan*
Norik opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Norik has arrived.
Krolos inclines his head in a nod towards Norik in greeting, eyeing him up with a smile before turning back to his work.
Norik runs in, covered in a mixture of sweat and snow. He's panting heavily as he bursts in and looks about. Seeing Mahir he runs up to him, snapping a salute, and says between pants, "What's wrong sir? I was told you needed me here." *Firan*
Ternesa drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Mahir cheers Norik! Jericho cheers Sharin! Jericho cheers Norik! Sharin cheers Norik!
Alessandro blinks again. "Mono? Me?" he says, in a moment of weakness and drunkeness, and then hiccups. "Oh, yes, of course. Well... I don't believe the Gold Dragons have any such provision against drinking. ANd if they do well...I suppose I better get drunk quick, to make my jail time worth it." *Firan*
Alessandro drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Mahir cheer's Norik's rushed appearance. "Drink up, Sentry," he tells him, returning the salute. "I understand you pulled off second in the archery competition, got a little something for you as well." *Firan*
Jericho laughs at what his captain says, patting him on the shoulder and shoving more whiskey infront of him. "True true!" he says and gives a cheer for Sharin and Norik when he hears Mahir cheer them. *Firan*
Empyrean opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Empyrean has arrived. Empyrean enters followed by 1 republic guards.
Krolos bows his head respectfully to Empyrean as he arrives. "Welcome to the Glassworks Tavern, Lord Centurion Empyrean."
Norik blinks a few times, a smirk coming across his face, "Ahh...ohhh...I thought there was a problem." He looks about with a goofy grin. *Firan*
Ternesa cheers Sharin! Ternesa cheers Norik!
Mahir drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Jericho chuckles at Norik, "Only problem is, is that a guard won!" he says and gives a joking glare to Norik and Sharin. *Firan*
Ternesa has a glass of whiskey brought to her, ok more then one and downs them rather quickly, she gives a cheer, to both the men, before going back ot her whiskey
Ternesa drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
"Just like not all Uffians or even all polytheists are the same, there is a lot of difference between a Hydran monotheist and a Gold Dragon one." Sharin explains as he takes a drink, giving a sedate look at the glare. Sharin drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Mahir nods and agrees with Jericho. "Probably means you pilots need to start practicing more," he says with a slap to the back of Jericho. "So next time it could be us drinking to you." *Firan*
Empyrean feels it is time to experience life again, where there is fun with 'the guys from work'. Or something like that. Perhaps it was parental advice of some sort, so he makes sure his armor is in top-notch shape when he steps into the tavern and looks about, at all the gathering that seems to unfold after the First's miraculous victory over the Airforce, which is surely a legend that will be told for the ages (or tonight). As he does look around, he sees some faces he recognizes. "Whiskey!" He says at last, finding it in the crowd and making his way towards it. "Captain Sharin, sound victory. Cheers." *Firan*
Alessandro nods, raising his glass. "Yeah. Us /real/ soldiers are trained to shoot things that can move and fight back. I think it's because we're not used to hitting stationary and defenseless OCers." *Firan*
Alessandro drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Empyrean drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey. Ternesa drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Jericho chuckles at what Mahir says, "Yeah yeah, I need to practice, I know." he says with a sigh and a shrug before he swirls his shot glass. He laughs at what Alessandro says, "In the guard's defense, not all OCers are stationary and defenseless." *Firan*
Sharin doesn't think it is particularly miraculous, he is just goot. He raises an eyebrow at Alessandro's words and holds up five fingers. "Five kills last raid, Captain; two shammibelians, and three griffons." He says dryly. "And not with Garissa." *Firan*
Jericho nudges Sharin, "I believe helped with a few of those! Well.. last last raid... when I actually particiapted in some fighting. Weren't you my archer?" *Firan*
Norik is offered a whiskey and he takes it with a nod. He downs the whiskey in a few gulps and looks up, drawing his sleeve across his mouth to catch any remnants, "Aye...about the OC'ers..." He then looks to Alessandro, "And some of us will be up at the front with you 'real' soldiers as well sir..." *Firan*
Sharin gives a nod. "Yes, for part of it i was your archer, and for part of it I was on foot. I give a lot of credit to the Air Force; I just chose to be a Guard." *Firan*
Ternesa looks up at the word Shammibelian and glares a little, her hand straying down to her pouch. For a moment she sits there until she sees Empyrean enter and rises, she dips into a deep curtsey for the Lord Teranzik, then lowers herself into her chair once more, reaching for her whiskey, and then bringing it to her lips.
Ternesa drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
"Not to mention those lions that we've been chasing down... Did I miss your name on the list of those hunting down the den, Captain Alessandro?" asks Mahir. "Besides, most of those OCers get the fist, not the arrow. Not bad with the javelin either, as that bear certainly found out in Sarkaran."
Alessandro raises a whiskey. "Well, if you'll be at the front with us, then I guess you count." he says, raising his whiskey. "Here is to real soldiers, doing what real men do: Killing those bastard Shammies!" he says, and to Mahir. "You certainly did, Lord Captain..I was one of the first names on that list!" He was! *Firan*
Rikon opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Rikon has arrived.
"The more important thing is that we /all/ serve the Republic, in different ways." Sharin comments, attempting to stem off the trash talking before it turns in to actual trash throwing, and then trash beating about the head and shoulders.
Empyrean watches the people discuss their different point of views on work ethic - one has to look at each point intellectually, and that is how Empyrean sees it. He offers a nod to Ternesa, who accords him with respect. "Oh come now Captain," he says to Alessandro, wanting to get in on the verbal joust. "If you knew the gates from a horse's ass, you would be in the First, able to solve crime. Shoot from a griffon seems to be a suitable position, nay?" *Firan* Empyrean switches to the 'aggressive' style.
Rikon passes Dar on the way in; that guy looks familiar. Then he comes back, which just jostles the recognition a bit more. He says nothing to the man, instead heading over to the bar and motioning for a glass of wine. Being crowded, it takes him a moment to even catch a snippet of conversation. Some of the yelling does reach his ears, and before his drink arrives he looks over in the direction of the guards and soldiers.
Hypeius opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Hypeius has arrived.
Krolos inclines his head in a nod towards Hypeius in greeting, eyeing him up with a smile before turning back to his work.
Marsalos moved away from the big group to see to something. He grabs a cup of that nasty tea for the bruise on his face, dumping a healthy portion of whiskey in there to "improve the taste". *Firan*
"So.. Captain Sharin, Sentry Norik," says Mahir, "I've got some stenis for the two of you. 300k as promised for the victory, and 50k for Norik pulling off second. Hopefully we can lend a hand to the airforce during the next war season, so they can see we shoot more than targets."
Alessandro snorts. "Any of the pilots could go around and try to seduce pretty young Mes's and call in backup to beat up children. I would like to see you floofy guards try and fly a Griffon." *Firan* Sharin raises an eyebrow as he hears Alessandro comment. "Dare I point out at this point that in my spare time I ride something that eats griffons?" *Firan*
Norik moves over to Mahir..."Sir...you shoulda seen it." He motions to Sharin, "All those other divisions were talking smack and Cap'n Sharin there just was hitting bullseye after bullseye." He smirks, "It was great." *Firan* Jericho looks to Mahir and Alessandro, "Who else is on the list?" he asks. *Firan* Jericho nods to Sharin and then Alessandro, "He does.. big.. Eagle." *Firan*
"Archers are worthless in the guard. Oh, so are giant eagles. Though I am sure the Old City folk are squirming under their beds," Rikon comments, hazarding a sip of the Glassworks' 'finest.' "Besides, I am not even an archer and placed third. Shows you the absolute lack of worth of that competition."
The party has long since started, and Hypeius is fashionably late, though at least he bothered to show up. Icy rain has caked his form in a thin layer of slippery grey, and he spits out some of the slush onto the ground before meandering into the tavern and taking a seat where he can watch things happen without being directly invlolved.
Ternesa looks up as yet another Lord enters, she puts her hand on the table to steady herself before she rises and dips into a curtsey. She smiles as she does this listening to the men, and shaking her head. Reaching for another glass of whiskey she settles herself back down into the chair, craddling her drink for a moment.
Hypeius sits down at a private table.
Norik blinks a few times now that Archers are called out..."Archers are worthless?" He furrows, "No 'ffense sir...but archers are not worthless." *Firan*
Jericho nudges Norik, "He said archers are worthless in the /Guard/." *Firan*
Empyrean responds to the slander against the Guard, "First we have to beat archers are shooting, then we have to beat them at flying griffons? I would like to see you try to seduce a woman, it might even be laughable. Though being rather ugly seems to be a hinderance, wouldn't you say?" He chuckles now, tilting his head in a cocky manner. "If we beat you at everything, they will want us to solve crime /and/ go to war." *Firan*
"Archery will kill a lion and disable a criminal, Sir." Sharin responds blandly. "It has had its uses, historically." Clearly Sharin has another comment he is considering, but doesn't say it.
Norik owws and then looks to Jericho, "Well, I wouldn't say that...seems to be helping an awful lot with the lio..." Sharin beats him to the punch, "Yeah, what he said!" *Firan*
Dar continues to be the quieter person in the corner, watching all the talk, or more so, fighting words, be dished out on both sides. He covers his lips, trying to cover the snickers he has here and there from most of the exchanges and goes to finally order his second whiskey.
Dar drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Jericho frowns at what Empyrean says, but keeps his mouth shut. See! Mahir! His etiquette is showing through! He just shakes his head at Alessandro and sips on his whiskey.
Jericho drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Mahir gets a rushed messenger to his side who mutters urgently. "Oh, thank the gods he was found." He distractedly passes stenis to Sharin and Norik. "I've got to go," he says. *Firan*
Sharin blinks as Mahir gets a messenger. "The boy? Do you need help?" *Firan*
Norik looks to Mahir..."Found Omiak's?" Once again Sharin beats him to the punch, "Yeah sir...you need help?" *Firan*
"Everyone in the city fights lions, not just guards," Rikon replies to Sharin. "When that Old City gangster closes in and punches you in the face, be sure to whack him with your bow." Now to Empyrean, he motions to Sharin and Mahir. "Look, crime needs to be solved! The youth of the Republic, wasted."
"I've got it covered, enjoy the celebration, Captain, Sentry. You both deserve it, and I know the Captain needs to get his arms and legs stretched," says Mahir to them both.
Dar's brow arches towards Mahir as he speaks, pondering over their investigation that began last night. He moves over to see if anything is going on, specially considering the intensity that Mahir is going to try and kill the kidnapper.
Alessandro shakes his head. "Lord Centurion, you floofs don't have the mettle to fight with us real men on the front. And what do you call an investigation? Just finding some random peasant to accuse while you check the women's baths?" he says, slurring quite badly now, and laughs at Rikon's comment. *Firan*
Empyrean drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Alessandro drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
"Well, we call an investigation solving crime. But we will try not to use such big words." Sharin responds dryly.
Jericho shakes his head and obviously needs more whiskey in his sytem as he listens to the banter between the guards and Alessandro and Rikon.
Norik furrows his brows again and looks to Alessandro..."I keep telling you, half of us are going to the front...so, who's the real guys, the ones that work all year and go fight the Shami's every season or the ones that sit around waiting for war season to dust off their armor." Hmm...perhaps Norik should stop drinking. *Firan*
Mahir downs another whiskey and heads out of the gathering. Mahir pushes open the door and steps outside. Mahir has left.
Hypeius props his head up with a hand as everyone begins to dig into the guards, wrapping a kunckle against the table to get a whiskey of his own before interjecting with his own comment. "If I remember correctly, didn't the guards fail to quiet a mob to the point where they attacked a prince?" He raises a hand to swirl a finger in the air passively, before continueing. "and didn't a certain guard in this room show a high level of insubordination to another Prince?"
"Run along and earn your two stenis, but call these good soldiers here when you run into some lions and need some saving. Or one of those 'raids." Rikon takes another sip of the vintage. It's not that good. "Centurion Jericho there?" He points at the pilot. "Saw more Shamibelians in one hour than you all have seen in a year."
Ternesa takes a drink once more and mmms, finally hitting the drunk limit. She leans back and watches the men with amusement, her head shaking as she only catches things here and there, horray for being an Eagle! "I do believe there was a pilot, within this room." Dar pauses a moment, not really trying to cause a fight, but of course, sticking up for his fellow guards, "Whom also was seen at the Olympics, mouthing off or even disrespecting Clan Leaders? Oh right, I forgot, going to the front means you can forget your place." His eyes falling upon Hypeius.
Empyrean grabs another whiskey and drinks it back as he listens to the rebuttle. "Oh I have the mettle to fight with you real men," he says, gesturing to Alessandro. "Titles aside a moment, I don't think you have the nuts to muster up the courage to fight real men." He's grinning now, looking about the establishment. "Oh please, here we go with talk of the front again. Shamibelians this, Centurion Jericho that. There's a reason they call us the First division. First. Division." *Firan*
"Yes, but that would be because we tried to talk with them, rather than just opening fire, which I believe was the air force's tactic." Sharin comes back with. He ignores the other comment/
"Right, they're were the green neophytes start /first/," Rikon shoots back at Empyrean.
Jericho starts counting on his fingers when Rikon points him out. Wait... Rikon pointed him out? Sweet. "Yes.. there was a few hundred at the battle I was at last War Season." he says and looks to Empyrean, "How many Shamibelians have you ever seen?" *Firan*
Empyrean shoots back, "It's better 'n getting third!" *Firan*
Norik waves his hand, "Yes...yes...must be quite dangerous looking at all those Shami's from forty thousan' feet up...oh wait...those are shrubs." *Firan*
Jericho laughs, "We're the Second! Not the Third." *Firan*
"We all know the Guards are were old men and pampered nobles go to relax. Oh, and whatever all of you young people who don't fit in those categories belong to," Rikon adds.
"I suppose those could be.. cravens," Rikon concludes.
As Sharin ignores Hypeius' comment, the Hydran rises to his feet slowly, fingers spayed out on the wooden surface as he leans forward to look directly at Sharin. "If I fecking remember. Only one person had the guts to attack the mob and distract them while they tried to kill the prince and a high level pilot. While a certain -guard- decided a haffie corpse was worth protecting more then our own nobility. A pretty sorry bunch of fools if they're that stupid."
Norik nods as he moves up to stand next to Sharin, another whiskey in hand, "Yeah!" *Firan*
Jericho eyes Norik as he seems to agree with what Hypeius says about his Captain? Nice move Norik. Jericho drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Alessandro drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey. Alessandro vomits noisily!
Empyrean stares at Jericho, "Third place... in shooting arrows. Archery?" He looks like he is speaking to a rabbit, or perhaps a dog. Then he grins, "It's OK, I understand that one must speak slower to losers. so I shall." *Firan*
Dar drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
"Oh yes, because the times I've been burned, beaten and stabbed are terribly different than what you would go through." Sharin responds. "Yes, only one Sentry had the guts to attack totally unarmored farmers wielding poorly made pitchforks. Oh bravo, Sentry, bravo! What would we ever do without the brave soldiers willing to slaughter people without even a breastplate to protect them, huzzah. Surely we will etch your olympian features on a statue to stand in the forum, reminding all the craven turnip peddlers to watch their step, lest this brave Sentry smite them down from behind."
Jericho falls away from Alessandro, "Hold your booze Captain! Feck!" *Firan*
Ternesa rises and starts to make her way to the door when she hears it, she turns to Alessandro and lets out a cheer!
Norik bursts out laughing, "Ohhhooo...there's goes the first tough guy..." *Firan*
Ternesa cheers Alessandro!
Empyrean looks at Hypeius. "Don't we have a file on you back at the Jails?" *Firan*
Jericho recovers and looks to Empyrean, "Still didn't answer my question, guard. How many Shamibelians have you stared down? Hrm?" *Firan*
Norik calls to Alessandro, "Practicing your new aerial attack sir?" Norik fakes swaying, "Lookout below....<blleechhhh>" *Firan*
Dar snorts in Jericho's direction, mainly because of the fact he is also a Servant to the Teranzik household, glaring.
Alessandro gets sick, and wipes it from his mouth. "I need to make room for some more, Jericho. Besides, being around all these floofs makes me sick." and then he stands up. "I'll show you an attack, you good-for-nothing shammy lover!" *Firan*
Jericho is suddenly distracted by Norik little joke, which he will admit is funny, and then Alessandro. "Teach em a lesson Cap!" *Firan*
Norik blinks as Al comes at him, "Quick, someone get me a bigger helmet, he might vomit on me from above." *Firan*
Empyrean looks at Jericho. "You want to play a numbers game with me? Are you seriously wishing to engage in a game of statistics, where you challenge me to stats, and then I, in turn, challenge you to stats. Like, for instance, how many women have you fecked that you didn't have to pay for?" *Firan*
Alessandro vomits noisily!
"I'd offer you mine, but I'm not sure that it would not rust." Sharin comments. "Well he does seem to be perfecting it."
Wham. Hypeius boots hit the ground hard and fast, as he moves directly over to Sharin the moment the Captain opens his mouth, a vicious grin peeling away at his lips as a predatorial sway injects itself into his movements. His head dips to the side, as he responds right back. "Bravo indeed. I had 20 of them trying to kill me, which allowed Prince Lianos to be removed from the mob. I -killed- other commoners who unlike me, were unable to follow the rules of the nobilities rights. -What- were you doing Captain? Did you attempt to take one blow for Prince Lianos? Did you attempt to quell the mob at all? Or did you -DRIVE- them further into violence with your haffie worship? Did you put a HALF SHAMIBELIAN's CORPSE above a Prince's life?" His head tips upwards. "Well?"
Messenger for Rikon approaches Rikon and makes a delivery. Messenger for Rikon has left.
Alessandro switches to the 'aggressive' style.
Jericho waits to see how bad Alessandro will beat Norik into the ground, and slowly he realizes Empyrean is talking to him, he only gets the last part of his little challenge. "Why would I want to cheat on my wife?" he says with a raised eyebrow, totally confused. *Firan*
Alessandro vomits, trying his best to sling it at Norik. "All right, you floof! I'll show you." he says, though he is unlikely able to back this claim up, visibly swaying as he tries to fight. *Firan*
COMBAT: Alessandro tries to get into a position to attack Norik, but fails.
"I put a soul above the concerns of a crowd of eneducated bumpkins." Sharin responds simply. "I put the words of the Gods above my own interests. Shouldn't a Hydran think about the same things?" He queries. "Or...are you one of those fake Hydrans, that actually want to worship Eesha, run barefoot through the daisies, and braid eachother's hair?" Norik laughs out loud again at Alessandro yaks again. He then dives in as Al comes at him.
COMBAT: Norik gets into a position to attack Alessandro. Alessandro may attack also. COMBAT: Hypeius tries to get into a position to attack Sharin, but fails.
Sharin switches to the 'aggressive' style.
Empyrean shrugs, "That answers that question, you have no balls." Yeah he says it, and he points at Jericho. Looking over his shoulder, he sees Alessandro trying to engage his guard friend. "Ah, fisticuffs are beginning!" *Firan*
COMBAT: Empyrean gets into a position to attack Jericho. Jericho may attack also.
Marsalos is looking more and more amused by all this. He braces a foot back against the bar, drinking another shot of whiskey down and setting the glass upside down on the bar. When Alessandro finally stands up he just starts laughing like hell.
Rikon is quiet now, having dealt with a messenger while people begin to throw down. All of that does not seem to bother him or even change his demeanor in the slightest. "What, Lord Empyrean? Looking to punch someone? I am still sitting here." *Firan*
Nisa opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Nisa has arrived.
COMBAT: Sharin gets into a position to attack Hypeius. Hypeius may attack also.
"Oh-ho." Sharin has just called Hypeius out, and the Hydran isn't about to take it, as his hands ball into tight white-knuckled fists, and his smile becomes a grin. "The Elianik's are -desended- from the god's, you worthless idiot." And then it is on
Damn it Nesa, it was a bad idea to get into the back of the room, she shakes her head and starts to inch her way through the crowd, getting jostled and groped and what ever else men do to fleeing women. Norik aims and belts Alessandro with his fists.
Alessandro takes a hit to the upper back! Alessandro is looking a little raggled. Alessandro tries to hit Norik with his fists, but he misses terribly!
Empyrean aims and crushes Jericho with his fists.
Jericho takes a hit to the chest! Jericho is looking a little raggled.
Hypeius aims and thumps Sharin with his fists.
Sharin takes a hit to the right bicep! Sharin is looking terrible.
"Oh good, so worship them and you're still an awful monotheist." Sharin responds.
Jericho has his attention back on Alessandro and Norik, and then Sharin and Hypeius! Next thing he knows Empyrean is in his face! "I have no balls! Ha, you should talk." he spits and pushes Empyrean away to try and get some room to throw the widest jab in the history of brawling. The punch is pretty much telegraphed. *Firan*
Jericho whomps Empyrean hard with his fists!
Empyrean takes a hit to the belly! Empyrean is looking a little raggled.
Sharin pounds Hypeius hard with his fists! Hypeius takes a hit to the left forearm! Hypeius is looking a little raggled.
And the first blow from Hypeius is a sharp one to Sharin's arm! Wham goes the fist.
Empyrean smashes Jericho with his fists, getting into the bar fight as everyone else does. "Come then! We shall brawl!" That's when he starts to circle about, dancing his fists in the air and waiting to strike. *Firan*
Hypeius aims and belts Sharin with his fists. Sharin takes a hit to the left thigh! Sharin is looking seriously bad.
Alessandro drunkenly staggers back as Norik hits him, wildly swinging at well...one of the 4 copies of Norik he can see, and whiffs.
Norik goes at it with Alessandro, "C'mon sir...would it be easier to hit me if you stood up on the roof and stayed below." He punches Al and barely avoids the counter. *Firan*
Empyrean misses Jericho with his fists.
Jericho lets out a drunken battlecry and slams back another shot of whiskey, his wide jab a fake for a devestating shot to Empyrean's belly.
"Oh come on, Captain!" Marsalos shouts towards Alessandro. "Hit the OTHER Norik!"
Sharin misses Hypeius with his fists.
Rikon finishes his wine and steps around and right on the edge of the fights. Is anyone throwing down?
Alessandro aims and thumps Norik with his fists.
Norik takes a hit to the belly! Norik is looking not great.
Nisa walks in and just stops, her eyes blinking a few times, her lips curving into a faint smirk. She is using her spear as a walking stick of sorts, and casually leans on it as she watches the mahem.
Norik aims and slams Alessandro with his fists.
Alessandro takes a hit to the left bicep! Alessandro is looking not good.
Hypeius thumps Sharin hard with his fists! Sharin takes a hit to the left shin! Sharin is looking majorly screwed up.
Jericho aims and whomps Empyrean with his fists. Empyrean takes a hit to the left shin! Empyrean is looking not good.
Sharin aims and smashes Hypeius with his fists. Hypeius takes a hit to the chest! Hypeius is looking a little raggled.
Empyrean aims and belts Jericho with his fists. Jericho takes a hit to the chest! Jericho is looking not great.
Hypeius aims and nails Sharin with his fists. Sharin takes a hit to the chest! Sharin is looking like he is on his last limb.
Alessandro concentrates for a second, and then pops Norik in the stomach. "I'm not an 8 year old, I won't be so easy to beat." *Firan*
Alessandro slams Norik hard with his fists! Norik takes a hit to the lower back! Norik is looking not good.
Jericho growls at Empyrean, drunkenly doding one attack, kicking at the man's lkeg and taking a nice hit to the chest. "Fecking Guard, you think everything in life is about Fecking and... Fecking!" *Firan*
Norik pounds Alessandro hard with his fists! Alessandro takes a hit to the chest! Alessandro is looking bad.
Sharin aims and crushes Hypeius with his fists. Hypeius takes a hit to the lower back! Hypeius is looking not good.
Empyrean keeps on swinging. First he misses, then takes a shot on the shin, then he rebounds and smacks the other man's chest. He starts to grin, not able to focus on Rikon really. "Come on First!" He cheers on his fellow work associates. *Firan*
Hypeius aims and slams Sharin with his fists. Sharin takes a hit to the right forearm! Sharin is looking like he is on his last limb.
Empyrean aims and smashes Jericho with his fists. Jericho takes a hit to the chest! Jericho is looking not good. Jericho collapses on the ground, becoming motionless. Jericho switches to the 'passive' style.
Norik keeps taking some hits, "Damn sir...you can hit with something other than your lunch!" *Firan*
Rikon folds his arms across his chest. "Nobody is down yet, huh... Oh, there goes Jericho. Wonderful." *Firan*
Dar slaps his thighs, laughing as the first contestant of the brawls goes to take a nap.
Ternesa cheers Empyrean!
Norik aims and belts Alessandro with his fists. Alessandro takes a hit to the hips! Alessandro is looking bad.
Hypeius whomps Sharin hard with his fists! Sharin takes a hit to the chest! Sharin is looking like he is on his last limb.
Alessandro misses Norik with his fists.
Sharin slams Hypeius hard with his fists! Hypeius takes a hit to the chest! Hypeius is looking bad.
Hypeius aims and crushes Sharin with his fists. Sharin takes a hit to the right bicep! Sharin is looking like he is going to be crippled for good. Sharin collapses on the ground, becoming motionless. Sharin switches to the 'passive' style.
Unconscious Jericho trips on some spilled whiskey and falls right back on his head. Clunk, hes out like a light. Hes still fighting in his unconcious state, his one hand punching randomly upwards. ""ecking... Guard..."" *Firan*
Alessandro continues to randomly swing his fists in Norik's general direction, sometimes hitting, sometimes missing.
Empyrean downs Jericho with another punch to the chest, like a flurry of activity! The Teranzik is impressed, and then looks about the bar, seeing people paired off. That is when his eyes fall on one of his guards falling. "Ah!" He says, jumping Hypeius now. *Firan*
COMBAT: Empyrean tries to get into a position to attack Hypeius, but fails.
Norik aims and slams Alessandro with his fists. Alessandro takes a hit to the right forearm! Alessandro is looking bad.
And another blow! And Sharin is down for the count as Hypeius beats the living hell out of him, without much trouble! And then Empyrean is here. And it's time to fight
COMBAT: Hypeius gets into a good position to attack Empyrean. Empyrean may attack also.
Alessandro whomps Norik hard with his fists! Norik takes a hit to the left shoulder! Norik is looking seriously bad.
Rikon cheers Unconscious Sharin! Rikon cheers Empyrean! Rikon cheers Unconscious Jericho! Marsalos cheers Unconscious Jericho!
Hypeius aims and smashes Empyrean with his fists. Empyrean takes a hit to the left shin! Empyrean is looking critically messed up.
Norik hits Alessandro but takes a punishing shot to the shoulder for his effort. He staggers to the slide, slipping in Alesvomit.
Since nobody is attacking him, Rikon just applauds them all. He looks particularly impressed at Sharin. Alessandro cheers Unconscious Jericho!
Norik crushes Alessandro hard with his fists! Alessandro takes a hit to the chest! Alessandro is looking terrible.
Empyrean aims and nails Hypeius with his fists. Hypeius takes a hit to the right forearm! Hypeius is looking bad.
Ternesa moves over to stand next to Nisa and says, "I should have brought my spear too." She shakes her head and sighs, "Idiots, the lot of them..." *Firan*
Alessandro misses Norik with his fists.
Hypeius tries to hit Empyrean with his fists, but he misses terribly!
Hypeius misssesses Empyrean, but he keeps on punching
Empyrean gets hit in the damned shin again. "Gods damned!" He says, circling and then smashing Hypeius in the forearm. The young Teranzik circles his new opponent. "Come now..." *Firan* The mild effects of the alcohol seem to be wearing off.
Empyrean misses Hypeius with his fists.
Norik bashes Alessandro hard with his fists! Alessandro takes a hit to the right forearm! Alessandro is looking seriously bad.
Hypeius thumps Empyrean hard with his fists! Empyrean takes a hit to the chin! Empyrean is looking like he is on his last limb.
Alessandro looks over while watching Hypeius, distracted, punching at the air. "Get him! Take one down for the pilots!" *Firan*
Nisa can't help but chuckle as she watches.. quite enjoying the fact she isn't in that mess. "It's rather fun to watch. Boys will be boys Teresa." She gives her sis a wink before looking back to the brawlers. "100 credits says Lord Rikon takes it." *Firan*
Alessandro aims and smashes Norik with his fists. Norik takes a hit to the lower back! Norik is looking seriously bad.
Hypeius uppercuts Empyrean massively, Shyoruken levels of attack, and he keeps on going, swaying back and forth, ready to strike.
Norik continues to weave about, partially from brawling practice, partially from whiskey. He hits Alessandro again, but takes a hit to the back, "Gah.." *Firan*
Dar thinks Rikon might just take Nisa and Ternesa to the rooms upstairs instead.
Hypeius bashes Empyrean hard with his fists! Empyrean takes a hit to the left forearm! Empyrean is looking like he is on his last limb.
Norik misses Alessandro with his fists.
Hypeius nails Empyrean hard with his fists! Empyrean takes a hit to the chest! Empyrean is looking like he is on his last limb.
Norik swings...and a miss.
Alessandro aims and slams Norik with his fists. Norik takes a hit to the left forearm! Norik is looking seriously bad.
Empyrean nails Hypeius hard with his fists! Hypeius takes a hit to the left ankle! Hypeius is looking terrible.
Hypeius aims and nails Empyrean with his fists. Empyrean takes a hit to the upper back! Empyrean is looking like death warmed over.
Norik waves to Alessandro, "Ask for quarter when you need it sir..." *Firan*
Ternesa hmms and looks at Nisa and smirks, "Credits dear? Don't have any." She watches the two parties left going at it and shakes her head, "Should we like... call the guard or soemthing?" *Firan* Norik aims and crushes Alessandro with his fists.
Alessandro takes a hit to the right bicep! Alessandro is looking critically messed up.
Empyrean aims and pounds Hypeius with his fists. Hypeius takes a hit to the skull! Hypeius is looking terrible.
Hypeius aims and bashes Empyrean with his fists. Empyrean takes a hit to the groin! Empyrean is looking like death warmed over.
Alessandro nods, "And I will give you the same." *Firan*
Alessandro belts Norik hard with his fists! Norik takes a hit to the right forearm! Norik is looking critically messed up. Norik collapses on the ground, becoming motionless. Norik switches to the 'passive' style.
Marsalos cheers Alessandro! Rikon cheers Alessandro!
Nisa blinks at Ternes and simply laughs! "Ternesa.. look about girl.." She starts to giggle then, leaning on her spear. "They are just blowin steam." *Firan*
Empyrean is exhausted, and looking at his opponent. "Enough!" He says, taking a shot in the groin. "You dirty man, I shall quarter." *Firan*
And wham, Hypeius does an aweesome running knee into Empyrean's waist, not touching his family jewels!
COMBAT: Hypeius disengages Empyrean, halting his attack.
Rikon cheers Empyrean! Rikon cheers Hypeius!
Marsalos cheers Hypeius!
Rikon cheers Unconscious Norik! Ternesa cheers Alessandro! Alessandro cheers Hypeius! Empyrean cheers Hypeius!
COMBAT: Hypeius gets into a position to attack Dar. Dar may attack also.
Alessandro praised Hypeius because 'He's a fecking greay brawler!'!
Having somebody just seem to rush you, Dar spins about and notices Hypeius coming right at him. "What the feck?" He stares blankly.
"Guard." And then Hypeius attacks!
Hypeius aims and slams Dar with his fists. Dar takes a hit to the belly! Dar is looking a little raggled.
Empyrean shouts, "Get him Dar! Get him!"
Word spreads like fire bombs! Some of the soldiers are letting off steam in the glass-ja...errr, the Glassworks Tavern!
Alessandro sways dangerously. "Any of you other sissy guards want a good beating?" he slurs, holding up his fists comically. *Firan*
Dar crushes Hypeius hard with his fists! Hypeius takes a hit to the lower back! Hypeius is looking terrible. Hypeius aims and crushes Dar with his fists. Dar takes a hit to the chest! Dar is looking not great.
Marsalos is just laughing his head off, nearly crying. "Get him, Hypeius!" *Firan*
Rikon shouts, "Send those Guards running back to Lucian!"
Ternesa laughs and shakes her head, "WEll here we go again.." She looks to Alessandro and gives him a cheer, shaking her head as she chuckles. *Firan*
Alessandro cheers Hypeius!
Hypeius just keeps on fightin! Wham! Bham! He's not about to give up, or spell bam properly. Punch after punch flies.
Marsalos cheers Hypeius!
Nisa hands her spear to Ternesa and winks. "Watch this for me.." And dives in to get Dar's back. *Firan*
Hypeius aims and thumps Dar with his fists. Dar takes a hit to the right forearm! Dar is looking bad.
COMBAT: Nisa tries to get into a position to attack Hypeius, but fails.
Dar slams Hypeius hard with his fists! Hypeius takes a hit to the left ankle! Hypeius is looking seriously bad. Hypeius collapses on the ground, becoming motionless. Hypeius switches to the 'passive' style.
Dar snorts as Hypeius goes down and says to hell with it, on to the pilot.
Empyrean watches Marsalos, who is laughing at everything. "Are you afraid to stain your magenta Lord?" He has a whiskey now, wiping some of his cuts and scars and avoiding the use of his left arm all together, keeping it hanging loosely and protecively to his side. "Excellent Dar!" He shouts out, "Now get that one!" He points to Alessandro. *Firan*
COMBAT: Alessandro tries to get into a position to attack Dar, but fails. COMBAT: Dar tries to get into a position to attack Alessandro, but fails.
Nisa coughs and goes to dive in, and sees him fall. "Well. How rude." But her tone is an amused one. *Firan*
Zerasmus opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Zerasmus has arrived. Zerasmus enters followed by 2 Cockatrice clan guards.
Krolos bows his head respectfully to Zerasmus as he arrives. "Welcome to the Glassworks Tavern, Lord Captain Zerasmus."
Kalina opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Kalina has arrived.
Dar figures this is all fun and this is a great way to blow off the steam. "Yes sir." He snorts out, now a bit grinning. *Firan*
Ternesa takes the spear from Nisa and shakes her head, "Oh thanks sis just leave me out here by myself!" *Firan*
COMBAT: Alessandro gets into a good position to attack Dar. Dar may attack also.
Late to the party, Zerasmus is no doubt here to supervise. He can't help but approve of what he hears, and remains removed a moment while he ... gathers information.
Nisa has watched the other fall, and she turns. "I'll help Dar!" She slips out of her cloak. Heading right into the thick of it. *Firan*
Marsalos finishes off the whiskey, tossing the glass away. "You want to have a round, Lord Empyrean?" He calls out, nevermind his face is already quite damaged from...something else. *Firan*
Thisbe opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Thisbe has arrived.
Dar aims and pounds Alessandro with his fists. Alessandro takes a hit to the right forearm! Alessandro is looking critically messed up.
Alessandro pounds Dar hard with his fists! Dar takes a hit to the right forearm! Dar is looking bad.
Empyrean stares at Marsalos, "Come now, I quartered to that man," he points at Unconcious (but still sexy) Hypeius on the ground. "After defeating that one," he looks around, then finds Jericho's body. "I think you should wait your turn now, until another guard shows up." *Firan*
Thisbe wants to see fighting! She opens the door and peeks in, brows shooting up. "Oh my!" Yep, that's fighting alright. Heee! *Firan*
Unconscious Sharin is...on the ground, unconscious.
Dar snorts as he was ordered to take on Alessandro and instead, he comes after him. "I guess they all want to fight?" He laughs a bit. *Firan*
COMBAT: Nisa tries to get into a position to attack Alessandro, but fails.
Dar aims and whomps Alessandro with his fists.
Alessandro takes a hit to the chest!
Alessandro misses Dar with his fists.
Alessandro drunkenly swings at Dar, and stares at Nisa.
Ranselis opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Ranselis has arrived. Krolos bows his head respectfully to Ranselis as he arrives. "Welcome to the Glassworks Tavern, Lord Centurion Ranselis."
Alessandro shouts, "As usual, the guards aren't honorable to fight one on one! Cowards!"
Dar shakes his head towards Nisa, "Mine." *Firan*
Ternesa makes her way back to the whiskey, and slips up onto a stool, proding people only a little to get out of her way.
Dar aims and whomps Alessandro with his fists.
Alessandro takes a hit to the left eyebrow! Alessandro is looking majorly screwed up.
Alessandro aims and crushes Dar with his fists. Dar takes a hit to the right forearm! Dar is looking terrible.
Alessandro calls out, "A little help, my Lords...get this other guard off of me, she can't fight honorably!" *Firan*
Dar whomps Alessandro hard with his fists! Alessandro takes a hit to the lower back! Alessandro is looking majorly screwed up.
Urge. To. Touch. Hypeius. Armor. While. He's. Unconscious. OVERWHELMING.... Thisbe shifts out of the way, so she can still see the fighting, but is further from the downed Hydran. You know, to try and thwart her immature urges... And soon she's distracted enough. Fists flying, connecting... making her jump every time impact at a high rate of speed and strength is achieved.
Alessandro aims and whomps Dar with his fists.
Dar takes a hit to the upper back! Dar is looking terrible.
Nisa squints at Dar and smirks. "No claimin the fun for your own Dar." She prances about Alessandro, hoping to distract him if nothing else, before she sees an opening. *Firan*
Dar smashes Alessandro hard with his fists!
Alessandro takes a hit to the belly!
Ranselis lingers in the doorway, eyebrow shooting up as he takes in the scene in front of him and he stares for a little while. "Be honest with me...I missed the good booze, didn't I?" *Firan*
COMBAT: Rikon tries to get into a position to attack Nisa, but fails.
From somewhere nearby, you hear a female voice shout, "Zielik if you don't get that damned arse of yours int the bathhouse I'm going to beat you black and blue. You won't be able to sit down for a damned week."
Alessandro slams Dar hard with his fists! Dar takes a hit to the right knee! Dar is looking critically messed up.
Empyrean watches Nisa, "No no! Dar shall fight this all to himself, stay away from that man," he points at Alessandro, "Until Mer Dar has fallen." *Firan*
Dar misses Alessandro with his fists.
Kalina wanders in, with /TADA/. Healing supplies. However, her look is one more of evil pleasure than healing.
Nisa gives a dimpled smile to Alessandro before catching movement in the corner of her eye, and dances out of reach of Rikon. "Now m'lord.." But she is having far too much fun to be worried overly much, before taking a swing at Alessando. *Firan*
Dar has finally missed. Shall the gods rain down fire and all that fun stuff? Maybe!
Ternesa raises a hand when she spots Ranselis and says, "Over here m'Lord!" She chuckles and holds up a glass of whiskey to show the Lord. *Firan*
Dar whomps Alessandro hard with his fists! Alessandro takes a hit to the right eyebrow! Alessandro is looking like he is on his last limb. Alessandro collapses on the ground, becoming motionless. Alessandro switches to the 'passive' style.
Rikon waits and waits. Nobody is fighting him? The population has shifted considerably towards the military, though. Empyrean cheers Dar!
Zerasmus continues to ... watch. He blocks a yawn with the back of his hand. "Which ones of you are Guards, anyway?" he calls out to expedite things. "If you could raise your hands?" *Firan*
Thisbe winces as Alessandro goes down and awws, looking around for the nearest non-fighting person to ask, "When they wake up, do they get cakes? Maybe I should get them some cakes..." *Firan*
Kalina starts sneaking off towards the whiskey area. Hers! (Let's see how many people will notice a fully armored woman sneaking towards the whiskey.)
Alessandro is distracted by two people after him now, and growls. "You dirty guard bastards, can't even fight one on o..." and then gets punched in the head, and goes down. "COme on, I'll fight all of you..." he says, weakly before everything goes black. *Firan*
Nisa blinks. "Well.. Huh.." She eyes the two lords, and gulps a little, offering a brief curtsy. "Mlords." She allows a dimpled smile, before diving in. *Firan*
COMBAT: Nisa tries to get into a position to attack Marsalos, but fails.
COMBAT: Dar engages Alessandro, who offers no resistance.
COMBAT: Dar disengages Alessandro, halting his attack.
"Right!" Ranselis edges around the chaos making a bee line towards Ternesa and the booze he came here for. He glances towards the fight distractedly.
COMBAT: Nisa tries to get into a position to attack Marsalos, but fails.
Nesa eeps and pulls her hand back down when Zara says he wants those in the guard to raise their hand
COMBAT: Marsalos tries to get into a position to attack Dar, but fails.
Rikon comments loudly, "Any guards /left/?" *Firan*
Unconscious Sharin burps. Nope, not back yet.
Dar gets a noble thingie attacking him and figures what the hell. He isn't going to back down from a fight now!
COMBAT: Marsalos gets into a position to attack Dar. Dar may attack also.
Unconscious Norik seems to be laying in Alessandro's vomit. Oh the irony.
Unconscious Jericho grumbles loudly in his unconcious state. "I'll feck you.. up.. real bad. You dirty... fecking.. guard... feck... whores.. are made... for fecking... fecking.. feck... ... ... feck." *Firan*
Nisa was trying to get in on Marsalos, but he is going after Dar, and she chews her lip, looking over at Rikon, and frowns, slinking back a little. He's a feckin brick wall that one.
Marsalos belts Dar hard with his fists! Dar takes a hit to the lower back!
Dar aims and pounds Marsalos with his fists. Marsalos takes a hit to the right shin! Marsalos is looking majorly screwed up.
Marsalos looks less than healthy after a bear last night but hey, what the hell. He moves in on Dar for the fun of it, after taking back one more shot.
"Look, if no guards are going to take a swing at me, I consider that a victory for the Predator Division," Rikon waits, and he turns to the other idle Cockatrice nobleman present. "I think you came after all of them gave up, Lord Zerasmus."
Marsalos smashes Dar hard with his fists! Dar takes a hit to the left bicep! Dar is looking like he is on his last limb.
Empyrean looks at Rikon, "Lord Rikon, you know I won't engage you, so just start a fight with someone," he grins as he sees through the other man's tactics. "Look at all the fun!" *Firan*
Dar chuckles a bit, laughing as the first hit of the old man vounces off of his backplate but the next comes through LOUD AND CLEAR. "OUch, shit." He states, "I think that was the hardest hit so far." *Firan*
Dar misses Marsalos with his fists.
Marsalos aims and crushes Dar with his fists. Dar takes a hit to the chest! Dar is looking like he is on his last limb.
Norik blinks a few times as he rolls over with a groan, "What the feck..." He looks about when suddenly he notices the brawl is still going on around him, "Jumping Zinnian!" He pushes himself up off the blood and vomit strewn floor. *Firan*
Hypeius switches to the 'berserk' style.
Marsalos grins a bit at Dar, still swinging with glee. "Learn to take it, guard!" *Firan*
Guards! Guards! Where are Guards. And there one is!
Much like the crazy zombies in 28 days later, Jericho's bloodshot eyes snap open and he jumps up. "Arrrrrr! Feck!"
Alessandro wakes up, suddenly, rubbing his head and coming to his feet. "I would give you a taste of your own medicine, guards, but real soldiers have honor." he says, blearily, and points at Nisa. "You want to fight now that I'm not takin' on someone else?" *Firan*
COMBAT: Hypeius gets into a position to attack Nisa. Nisa may attack also. COMBAT: Jericho gets into a good position to attack Dar. Dar may attack also. Dar is also engaged by: Marsalos.
Marsalos aims and nails Dar with his fists. Dar takes a hit to the chest! Dar is looking like death warmed over. Dar collapses on the ground, becoming motionless. Dar switches to the 'passive' style.
Looks like /more/ soldiers get up. "This is just getting worse and worse for the Mighty First Division," Rikon lets out a breath, clearly disappointed.
Nisa blinks as she is jumped on. "HEY!" And puts up her fists. "I'll touch your damn armor boy!" *Firan*
"I think so, too," Zerasmus says to Rikon, looking mildly disappointed. "I /asked/ them to raise their hands, but no one is. It's a simple thing."
Alessandro frowns. "Centurion! One fighter at a time. Stand down." *Firan*
Hypeius aims and crushes Nisa with his fists. Nisa takes a hit to the right forearm! Nisa is looking bad.
"And I'll break your face, woman." is all Hypeius has to say in return, as he offers beatings and more beatings! Jericho blinks and his rage is gone in an instant, hes not /that/ drunk. He puts a hand to his head and falls back on his rear. "Feck.. Uhm.. sorry.. Captain..." *Firan*
Norik wipes the vomit off his face when he sees Alessandro, "You!" He yells, pointing at him..."We have unfinished business sir!" *Firan*
Ternesa raises her hand to wave at Thisbe and Kalina, motioning them over to her and the whiskey.
Marsalos grabs up another whiskey as Dar goes down, nudging the guard with his foot. "Ah well." *Firan*
Hypeius aims and crushes Nisa with his fists. Nisa takes a hit to the right forearm! Nisa is looking critically messed up.
Sharin blinks as he wakes up, his eyebrows open slowly and he sits up. "Did anyone get the name of that turnip wagon.." He comments as he makes his way over to the whiskey. "You kill the Sentry and I will be very disappointed." He comments blearily. "Not that it means much. *Firan*
Thisbe is just getting confused now. "I thought they were done fighting..." But they're up fighting and fighting and ... more fighting. It was half-time. "This is so weird..." Not that she's braving the melee or anything. Thisbe stays tucked back in the corner, watching. Even if Ternesa waves to her, she's not moving. Corner=Safe. *Firan* The sun comes out to greet a new day.
Nisa yelps and mutters. "Fine time to go without armor! Dammitall that hurt!" She takes a swing hard as she can. *Firan*
Nisa aims and pounds Hypeius with her fists. Hypeius takes a hit to the left bicep! Hypeius is looking critically messed up.
Hypeius misses Nisa with his fists.
Zerasmus eyes Ternesa saidelong, thoughtfully. Was that a raised hand?
Alessandro sighs. "You want to get beaten /again/ Sentry?" he says, sadly. *Firan*
COMBAT: Alessandro gets into a good position to attack Norik. Norik may attack also.
Rikon gestures at the barkeep. "A drink for Centurion Sharin! The most valiant Guard of the night, by far." *Firan*
"Captain, Lord Rikon. At least for the moment." Sharin corrects respectfully.
Hypeius aims and smashes Nisa with his fists. Nisa takes a hit to the left shin! Nisa is looking like death warmed over. Nisa collapses on the ground, becoming motionless. Nisa switches to the 'passive' style.
Jericho drunkely whispers to Marsalos, atleast hes lucky he won't be vomiting on him.
COMBAT: Alessandro disengages Norik, halting his attack.
Norik stops using a style.
COMBAT: Alessandro gets into a good position to attack Norik. Norik may attack also.
And that's the third guard down from Hypeius for the night, with a triumphent kick to the shins and a heavy blow to the face, he knocks the woman to the ground. "A guard is a guard. You put on armor, and I don't care who the feck you are. I'll take you out." He swipes a thumb across his lips.
Rikon switches to the 'berserk' style.
Ternesa is trying to wave Thisbe to her, as she sits at a table with Ranesalis, she's lost sight of Kalina, so no whiskey for her!
Norik aims and smashes Alessandro with his fists. Alessandro takes a hit to the lower back! Alessandro is looking like he is on his last limb. Alessandro collapses on the ground, becoming motionless. Alessandro switches to the 'passive' style.
Marsalos answers Jericho back, looking annoyed with the man's original whisper.
Jericho grumbles at something Marsalos says and watches as Norik takes down Alessandro. "Oh Hey now!" *Firan* Rikon accepts the correction. "Captain, right. Drink what you want, you deserve it. Even though the Guards couldn't hold up in the end." *Firan*
COMBAT: Jericho tries to get into a position to attack Norik, but fails.
Empyrean watches all the fun, seeing men get up after getting knocked out and want to fight some more. "I do not think I will fight to the death, merely to quarter or unconciousness. Whichever takes me first." He looks at his left arm and winces, "Whiskey should do the trick," and now it is his turn to stand against the bar and watch madness ensue. *Firan*
Ah...vengeance! Norik pops Alessandro in the back and down he goes, then...Jeri comes from out of nowhere.
Karana opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Karana has arrived.
Alessandro sways some more...right into the guard's punch, going right down.
Karana makes her way in, bandages in hand, pausing at the door to take stock of the situation.
Jericho charges after Norik and then glances and sees Karana enter, he suddenly stops and stands there. "Uhm." he says and his eyes shift about a bit. Hes completely oblivious to Norik's counter charge. The presense of Karana makes him stop. She'll rat him out to his wife! *Firan*
COMBAT: Hypeius gets into a good position to attack Norik. Norik may attack also.
It doesn't stop Hypeius though! Who is just wrecking people tonight! It's time toooo fight. Marsalos cheers Hypeius!
Empyrean yells out to the guards, "Come quick to the Glassworks, the military has arrived and are winning the brawl!"
"I am more than willing to agree that the Predator division seems to be winning this one rather handily." Sharin responds. "Guards, do not get yourselves killed; if you are too injured, stop."
"A drink for Lord Empyrean too, who fights nearly as well as his father," Rikon orders a whiskey for the Teranzik. Thisbe is not going to Ternesa! She gives the older woman an ARE YOU CRAZY look and points at the brawl between them, and stays in her corner. Corner GOOD.
Kalina yelps, "UNFAIR FIGHT." *Firan*
Norik charges Jeri...but wait...Hypeius attacks from behind, just like the rumors we all hear about the flyboys, always attacking from behind!
COMBAT: Jericho gets into a position to attack Empyrean. Empyrean may attack also.
Hypeius aims and belts Norik with his fists. Norik takes a hit to the chest! Norik is looking majorly screwed up.
Jericho charges Empyrean though when he is snapped out of his sudden state. "Hey don't be calling for help!" *Firan* Norik thumps Hypeius hard with his fists! Hypeius takes a hit to the left calf!
Hypeius is a -sentry-! Alas. And Infantry at that. Hypeius is looking like he is on his last limb. Kalina of course, is yelling at Empy.
COMBAT: Jericho disengages Empyrean, halting his attack.
Hypeius aims and bashes Norik with his fists. Norik takes a hit to the butt! Norik is looking like he is on his last limb.
Karana laughs a bit, shaking her head. "Now then... who's unable to keep fighting from being hurt too badly? I'll start with them." *Firan*
Marsalos waves Jericho off Empyrean. "Still in quarter, Centurion, back off. Find someone less about to drop!" *Firan*
Jericho eyes search around for his next person who will knock him out. "Who wants some? Im sober enough to knock a head or two around." *Firan*
Hypeius aims and crushes Norik with his fists. Norik takes a hit to the right bicep! Norik is looking like death warmed over.
Alessandro snores.
Unconscious Dar is sleeping on t he floor.
Norik aims and smashes Hypeius with his fists. Hypeius takes a hit to the left shin! Hypeius is looking like he is on his last limb.
Kalina is not drinking all the whiskey, nopenope.
Empyrean was leaning on the bar, sending word throughout the guards, looking at Jericho as he charges in at him. "Are you mad Mer? I quartered to Mer Hypeius, if you were smart you would understand I am bringing in more opponenets for you." *Firan*
Ternesa smiles at Thisbe and lowers her hand shaking her head. She chuckles and passes a glass of whiskey over to the Lord she's sitting with.
Hypeius aims and whomps Norik with his fists. Norik takes a hit to the hips! Norik is looking like he is going to be crippled for good.
Marsalos shouts, "Come on, Hypeius!"
Jericho sees theres no one for him to beat on and frowns, his body going lax and he moves over to sit down by Alessandro as he snores.
Norik keeps trying to counter Hypeius, who should be called Hyper-us...jeez he's coming out fast.
Empyrean shouts, "Get him Norik!"
Norik misses Hypeius with his fists.
"I believe myself and Lord Empyrean have both stopped, and of course the unconscious, Mother Karana." Sharin comments, looking to Jericho. "He is out of the brawl, Jericho." He looks to Norik. "Norik, do not get yourself killed."
Hypeius aims and bashes Norik with his fists. Norik takes a hit to the chest! Norik is looking like he is going to be crippled for good.
Rikon waves off Hypeius. "Let him go." *Firan*
Kalina says from her position by the whiskey, "I can't splint yet, folks, and if Norik need's splinted again, then I'm not dealing with Wylma's temper." *Firan*
COMBAT: Hypeius disengages Norik, halting his attack.
Jericho folds his arms across his chest, feeling a bit discontent, not all his steam out yet. He watches as Hypeius continues to beat on Norik, narrowing his eyes.
Karana nods a bit to Sharin after she tends to the unconscious man. "Thank you Captain Initiate. And congratulations on your win this afternoon. Most impressive." She heads toward Empyrean first, however. "My Lord, if you will..." *Firan*
Sharin doesn't seem terribly offended Karana went through the noblewoman, it is always the prudent thing to do. "Thank you, Mother Karana." *Firan*
Norik staggers back, bleeding out of every orifice and turning purple everywhere that's not bleeding, "Fecking 'ell!!!" Finally he waves his hand, "Alright...alright...I'm done." He thumps back up against the bar where a bunch of shot glasses of whiskey rattle. He turns, picks one up, and downs it, sliding down to the floor. *Firan*
Norik drinks 1 wolfsbend whiskey.
Empyrean watches Karana approach him and then he nods, "Of course," he states to her, looking about the bar once again and seeing the guards getting their asses handed to them. "I think we, the First, shall have to all quarter as a unit." He tosses that out there, in case there is still some reason and intellect in the room. "The bar belongs to the military." *Firan*
And then Norik yields, the second tonight! And Hypeius left to grouse and wait for more guards, he gestures some woman in the fifth, who looks to be Karana and waves a hand.
Hypeius pauses. "I need bandages. For the next fight."
Karana nods to Empyrean, frowning. "Most of this will simply take time, or Wylma, I'm afraid my Lord. I'd recommend just betting on the fights from here on out." She moves to Sharin then, tending to him as well. She drops her bandages on a table. "If you're anxious, then these are available. Let me deal with damage and then bandaging. You're first on my list, however." *Firan*
Amadea opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Amadea has arrived. Krolos offers an arching wave to Amadea as she enters the establishment. "Welcome to the Glassworks Tavern."
Karana tends to Norik's hips. Karana does an expert job with Norik's hips.
Jericho looks over to Empyrean and narrows his eyes, "We're so rematching when you're healed. My Lord... Guard." *Firan*
Hypeius mutters. "I'll be right back. Getting some damn bandages." Hypeius pushes open the door and steps outside. Hypeius has left.
Kalina says mildly, "I can't make a sign but I can make a painting." *Firan*
Karana drops the bandages. Lucas opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Lucas has arrived. Lucas enters followed by 9 republic guards.
Norik looks up to Karana, "Thanks..." *Firan*
Empyrean nods to Jericho. "We shall, we shall. I fear," he rubs at his chest, "It shall be a very long time, but it was a wonderful brawl. I am ready to pass out and not wake up again for quite some time now." Where is that Wylma when you need her? *Firan*
Thisbe is so confused. "So it was a battle to get to see who gets to drink here?" Someone has to know!!! *Firan*
Sharin raises an eyebrow as he sees Lucas enter. He sighs. "I will see you at the temple, Mother." *Firan* Sharin pushes open the door and steps outside. Sharin has left.
Ternesa sighs as the fighting stops, giving a thankful look, she shifts Nisa's spear a bit then blinks as the Prince enters, rising to her feet she gives a curtsey albe it when her as drunk as she is, she wobbles a bit.
Lucas comes a-strollin' on into the Glassworks. He heard something was going on, so he's come to see what's what. And he sees unconscious guards everywhere. Pathetic. He even gives them all a scathing look. "So...who needs to hit the floor for me to get my bar back?" *Firan*
Kalina wanders over to Nisa and starts bandaging the female. Female to female, then, in order: Norik, Mars Sharin, Empy, Rikon, Zera, and everyone else as she goes.
Hypeius opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Hypeius has arrived.
Jericho is still staring at Empyrean, annoyed how easy he took him down, he doesn't even notice Karana tending to his chest. He blinks and looks down to the High Priestess, giving her a smile, "Thanks.." *Firan*
Rikon gestures, for Lucas' benefit, to /all/ of the soldiers standing triumphantly. "Your Highness. Here we are. All of us." *Firan*
Marsalos knocks back another whiskey, tossing the glass away on the bar. He surveys the floor of unconscious, then looks over at the door when Lucas walks in, smirking. This could get awesomely ugly.
Zerasmus stands off to the side, having not found the raised hands that he was hoping for. When Lucas comes strolling in, he brightens, just a little. "Better get started, Prince Commander," he calls in echo of Rikon. *Firan*
Jericho jumps up, rubbing his arm, "Im still good to fight." he says and looks over to Lucas, eek! Prince, Crap. *Firan*
Lucas looks about at the group and flashes a grin. "That's it? Are you going to all mob me or come on one at a time?" he inquires with a laugh and, then, looking about, he launces himself in Jericho's direction. He's, er, close? And he spoke. "Let me warm up a bit." on Jericho. *Firan*
COMBAT: Lucas gets into a good position to attack Jericho. Jericho may attack also.
Hypeius returns with bandages wrapped around his form, his steps slightly unbalanced due to a mild limp in his left leg, and a bandana-like bandage wrapped around his head. But he stills looks just as pissed off, and then Lucas.
Empyrean cheers Lucas!
Jericho is known as the flying punching bag. He snorts and rubs his nose, snapping his hands up in a guard as Lucas comes at him. "Lets see if the Guard Leader can do anything." *Firan*
Lucas aims and pounds Jericho with his fists. Jericho takes a hit to the chest! Jericho is looking not good.
Norik looks up from his blood/vomit/sweat stained state to a messenger.
"One at a time seems fair," Zerasmus says in a musing tone, glancing toward Rikon. "Care to place a wager on how many he'll manage to take down, Lord Rikon? I say two." He is maybe goading Lucas, his voice lifted. "Maybe three, if the Prince picks on the injured."
Sharin has arrived.
Jericho smashes Lucas hard with his fists! Lucas takes a hit to the chest! Lucas is looking somewhat under par.
Norik pays someone to deliver a message.
Kalina looks over at Lucas, alarmed. She's not one to interfere, but she does /yelp/ a him. "M'lord prince, whatareyoudoiiiiiiiiiing?!" *Firan*
Lucas takes a mighty swing at Jericho and slams him hard in the chest. Bam. Jericho's hit is met with a laugh as the Eagle man's hand collides with iron.
Lucas bashes Jericho hard with his fists! Jericho takes a hit to the chest! Jericho is looking terrible.
Sharin sighs, shaking his head as he comes back in. "Dammit, I do not want to get turned in to a statue..." He says quickly, engaging Jericho. "Please, I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be doing this." He explains to jericho *Firan*
Jericho growls as he hits IRON ARMOR! "Ah! Feck!" *Firan*
Marsalos snorts at kalina. "Prince Lucas' fan club thinks he's made of glass, look at this!" *Firan*
Rikon is known to be a betting man. "Lord Zerasmus, if you say two? I say three. Fifty on that? He /may/ not get to fight us, sadly." *Firan*
Empyrean looks at Kalina, "He is brawling, like an Elianik should. Watch and learn now." He cheers on Lucas as he continues his fight. *Firan*
Lucas crushes Jericho hard with his fists! Jericho takes a hit to the waist! Jericho is looking critically messed up.
COMBAT: Sharin tries to get into a position to attack Jericho, but fails. Jericho is also engaged by: Lucas.
Jericho thumps Lucas hard with his fists! Lucas takes a hit to the chest! Lucas is looking a little raggled.
COMBAT: Hypeius gets into a good position to attack Sharin. Sharin may attack also.
Sharin looks to Hypeius. "Please, Sentry, I surrender to you. I need to do this so I do not turn in to a statue." *Firan*
Lucas waves Sharin off, "Back off, Captain. I'm busy and not in the mood for distraction. Go away." and then he swings again at Jericho. *Firan*
Lucas aims and thumps Jericho with his fists. Jericho takes a hit to the chest! Jericho is looking majorly screwed up.
Jericho is a loser! But Hypeius isn't about to let Sharin double team a guard! And so he forgoes a cigerette break. "I don't care what you say. We're fighting. If you attack him once. You're gone."
"Done," Zerasmus says to Rikon, and then continues to spectate happily.
Jericho eyes Sharin as he comes at him but Hypeius holds him off, he raises an eyebrow to Hypeius, but falls back as Lucas nails him in the chest, again.
"Prince Lucas, I swore an oath to never allow, through action or inaction, an Elianik to come to harm." Sharin responds.
COMBAT: Sharin tries to escape Hypeius, but fails.
Amadea walks in.. to a brawl. How lovely! It's like the orphanage, but with grown people and all. She curtsies to those that require such things, but otherwise remains in the back of the crowd, one hand resting on her backpack just in case there's an emergency.
Lucas aims and bashes Jericho with his fists. Jericho takes a hit to the right bicep! Jericho is looking like he is on his last limb.
Hypeius misses Sharin with his fists.
Kalina says flatly, "I wasn't referring to him, I was referring to Jericho and his, um... well... " She eyes. "I'm good, but even I can't fix broken-ness." She does appreciate Lucas/Elianik-brawlking. /Lots/. *Firan*
Hypeius misses the first blow, it's a warning, but he doesn't look like he'll miss the next. "Stop. Or I'll mess you up bad."
Jericho falls back as Lucas practically spins him around with that devestating hit. "Ah! Shit feck.." *Firan*
Lucas slams Jericho in the arm, then peers at Sharin. "I'm not in harm. Go away. Besides, I have a bruise. You failed, didn't you? Go away!" *Firan*
Lucas misses Jericho with his fists.
Norik reaches up from his floor side seat and grabs ahold of the edge of the bar, pulling himself up he hoists himself up onto the bar with a grimmace and mutters, "Mental note...avoid vomiting pilots." *Firan*
"I surrendered to you, Sentry." He sighs as he looks to Lucas. He sighs, and nods. "I surrender, Sentry." He says to Hypeius.
COMBAT: Sharin tries to escape Hypeius, but fails.
Jericho misses Lucas with his fists. Hypeius narrows his eyes. "You going to leave Jericho alone? I don't like him, but you have to do it."
Lucas aims and thumps Jericho with his fists. Jericho takes a hit to the skull! Jericho is looking like death warmed over.
"Yes, I will leave Centurion Jericho alone." Sharin responds.
COMBAT: Hypeius disengages Sharin, halting his attack.
Jericho wiffs on his last punch and blinks, "Feck.. Me.." he grunts and takes a sloid hit RIGHT TO THE HEAD. "Gah! Feck. Im out, Hypeius, you take him." he grunts and lets his mortal enemy deal with the Prince. *Firan*
Ranselis keeps at his safe table with his whiskey, blinking and watching.
Hypeius glances over to Lucas. "I'll take him on in a minute. Don't count me out, Prince Lucas." And then he shuffles to a corner while his player does stuff
Lucas says "Had enough, Sentry?" he asks of Jericho. He misses and then dodges quickly before lashing out with another hit. "Good. Smart man." the prince peers about casually. "Lord Zerasmus. Come along now. You have a big mouth that I think some swelling might cure." *Firan*
COMBAT: Lucas gets into a good position to attack Zerasmus. Zerasmus may attack also.
Sharin sighs and steps back, saluting Lucas. "I appologize for interrupting, sir." He says softly before he makes his way back and away. *Firan*
Jericho eyes Lucas, "Im a Centurion.. Prince..." *Firan*
"If you insist," Zerasmus says, pushing forward. He's almost cheerful. /Almost/.
Lucas crushes Zerasmus hard with his fists! Zerasmus takes a hit to the right bicep! Zerasmus is looking bad.
Ternesa continues to sit with Ranselis and shakes her head, "Well now..." She lifts her glass to her lips, "Seems to be slowing down a bit... *Firan*
Zerasmus misses Lucas with his fists. Karana bandages Norik's left shoulder with 48 bandages. Karana bandages Norik's right bicep with 47 bandages.
Norik is still a bit drunk and definitely a bit punchy. As Karana bandages his arse he turns, "Hey there...aren't you gonna even buy me dinner?" He smirks, "You busy after this little party?" *Firan*
Marsalos shouts, "Come on, Lord Captain""
Empyrean shouts, "Go Prince Lucas!"
Jericho cheers Zerasmus!
Lucas gets the jump on Zerasmus and gives him a slam to the arm for good measure. He missed the mouth, sadly. The prince is all smiles as he disdainfully swats away Zerasmus' attempt at a swing. "Are you trying, Lord Zerasmus?" *Firan*
Unconscious Nisa is out cold. Just feed her whiskey when she wakes.
Lucas aims and whomps Zerasmus with his fists. Zerasmus takes a hit to the belly! Zerasmus is looking terrible.
Ternesa will snuggles Nisa on her lap and give her bunches of whiskey. Without an axe in his hands, poor little Zerasmus just doesn't seem to know what to do! Lucas hits him; he doesn't hit him back: "Not very hard, Prince, I have to admit. Fun, though, isn't it?"
Zerasmus aims and belts Lucas with his fists. Lucas takes a hit to the hips! Lucas is looking a little raggled.
Lucas thumps Zerasmus hard with his fists! Zerasmus takes a hit to the butt! Zerasmus is looking seriously bad.
Lucas slams Zerasmus hard with his fists! Zerasmus takes a hit to the belly! Zerasmus is looking critically messed up.
Karana laughs lightly at Norik as she bandages him. "Why Sentry, we've just met! You'll make a healer blush... have another drink or two." She shakes her head, patting his head as she moves on to the next beat up people. *Firan* Amadea golf claps for Lucas and Zerasmus, but doesn't seem to care who wins one way or the other. Boys and all. Yadda.
Zerasmus aims and smashes Lucas with his fists. Lucas takes a hit to the right forearm! Lucas is looking not good.
Marsalos cheers Zerasmus!
Ternesa shouts, "Come on your highness you can take him!" Rikon cheers Zerasmus!
Lucas gives Zerasmus what for in the, er, rear area. Then the stomach. Then he takes a hit to the forearm, which produces a brief twinge of pain on the prince's face. "That stung. A bit. Mosquito-like." *Firan*
Lucas aims and bashes Zerasmus with his fists. Zerasmus takes a hit to the chest! Zerasmus is looking majorly screwed up.
Hypeius pays someone to deliver a message.
Bunyan is slower than the Prince. Who would've thought? Zerasmus taps Lucas a time or two, here and there. Rat-at-tat-tat. "I'll try harder next time."
Zerasmus thumps Lucas hard with his fists! Lucas takes a hit to the chest! Lucas is looking bad.
Marsalos shouts, "That's how you feckin do it, Lord Captain!"
Lucas crushes Zerasmus hard with his fists! Zerasmus takes a hit to the belly! Zerasmus is looking majorly screwed up.
Zerasmus tries harder, thwacking his fist against iron, and getting a hit against his own iron in turn. He's barely breathless by the return hit, and slowly looks for a chance to hit again. "Better?" *Firan*
Lucas aims and smashes Zerasmus with his fists. Zerasmus takes a hit to the neck! Zerasmus is looking like he is on his last limb.
Zerasmus aims and bashes Lucas with his fists. Lucas takes a hit to the belly! Lucas is looking bad.
Lucas laughs and nods, "Much better. You're looking a bit pale." the prince pauses in his conversation to slam Zerasmus in the neck. "Had enough yet?" *Firan*
Lucas bashes Zerasmus hard with his fists! Zerasmus takes a hit to the belly! Zerasmus is looking like he is on his last limb.
Zerasmus is looking pale, and dark: shades of black and blue. "One more hit," he says, although on whose part, who knows! *Firan*
Zerasmus misses Lucas with his fists.
Alessandro wakes up...again, and spots Norik. Holding his broken arm, he stands. "Sentry!" he calls, to the guard. *Firan*
Probably not his, it seems.
Lucas slams Zerasmus hard with his fists! Zerasmus takes a hit to the lower back! Zerasmus is looking like he is on his last limb.
Dar seems to be getting ready to fight, and Hypeius steps towards the guard. "Ready for a rematch?" After finally waking up, Dar looks around a bit, pondering over a few things and trying to remember where he is. A few hits can do that to you. He glances around, ignoring the moron for the time being and looking towards Lucas' fight.
Lucas gives Zerasmus that one more hit, though he doesn't just back away and lower his fists. "Finished?" he asks, primed for another swing nonetheless. *Firan*
Lucas smashes Zerasmus hard with his fists! Zerasmus takes a hit to the waist! Zerasmus is looking like he is on his last limb.
See? He was way ready.
Zerasmus aims and pounds Lucas with his fists. Lucas takes a hit to the chest! Lucas is looking terrible.
A messanger comes for Hypeius and he steps outside to get it, though he seems to keep his eyes locked on Dar.
Norik turns and looks to see who is yelling his name, he sees Alessandro, "Oh man..." He mutters as he slides off the bar top wearily, "Again sir..." He raises his hands, but he certainly doesn't seem into the fight. *Firan*
Hypeius pushes open the door and steps outside. Hypeius has left.
Zerasmus grunts, getting that one more hit: Lucas's, on him -- and then another! Unfair. He swings one last time, and then nods. Cheating? Nah! "I suppose. You are good with your fists, Your Highness." *Firan*
COMBAT: Lucas disengages Zerasmus, halting his attack.
Marsalos cheers Zerasmus! Dar cheers Lucas!
Hypeius opens the door from the street and steps into the room. Hypeius has arrived.
Empyrean cheers Lucas!
Alessandro laughs, and uses his good arm to slap the man on the back. "No, I just wanted to congratulate you on a good fight. Maybe one day you will get sensible, and join the military." *Firan*
Alessandro cheers Zerasmus!
And Hypeius returns, before looking to Dar, and swaggering up.
Nisa blinks, and her eyes come slowly into focus and she rolls over with a groan. "What ballista hit me?" Holding her head, she staggers to her feet, and looking for Ternesa to reclaim her spear. "I need brawling lessons." *Firan*
COMBAT: Hypeius gets into a good position to attack Dar. Dar may attack also.
Lucas finishes Zerasmus off and shakes his head, "Not one unconscious man, yet." then he turns to Rikon, "My arm feels a touch broken, but I've had worse. Come on then." he gestures Rikon on over toward him. *Firan*
Ternesa cheers Lucas!
Hypeius is no moron! He's here to fight! And Dar is ready to fight! Hypeius aims and slams Dar with his fists. Dar takes a hit to the waist! Dar is looking critically messed up.
Karana moves over to the Prince and the Zerasmus now doing that bandaging healing thing.
Rikon watches Zerasmus back away, then shrugs at Lucas. "If you insist, Your Highness." He raises his fists and throws himself at the man in a flash. *Firan*
COMBAT: Rikon gets into a good position to attack Lucas. Lucas may attack also.
Thisbe waves at Karana, trying to call her over... after she is done, of course.
Hypeius is a moron, in every sense but Dar turns to this moron and shakes his head. "Figures, he's pissy because he jumps somebody and falls uncon. Should I get him a tissue?"
Empyrean is finished with fighting for the evening. He looks at Lucas, "Well done, Your Highness," then to the pile of bodies, and people snapping out of it. Good thing there is a healer about. Having a little more whiskey, and ensuring that he is all bandaged up, he looks towards the establishment. "I think I have had a good evening, lets do this again some time!" He slips out in between the fighting, trying to keep a wide berth of any actualy flying fists or objects. *Firan*
Dar misses Hypeius with his fists. Hypeius aims and whomps Dar with his fists. Dar takes a hit to the chest! Dar is looking like he is on his last limb.
Finally, the fight Marsalos would've wanted to see. He picks up another whiskey as Rikon and Lucas head into it. "Take him the feck down, Lord Rikon!"
Rikon aims and whomps Lucas with his fists. Lucas takes a hit to the left forearm! Lucas is looking seriously bad.
COMBAT: Rikon disengages Lucas, halting his attack.
Alessandro cheers Rikon! COMBAT: Lucas engages Lucas, who offers no resistance.
Hypeius is still ready to fight, and instead of making a witty remark, he just punches the man in the face a few times.
Hypeius whomps Dar hard with his fists! Dar takes a hit to the right cheek! Dar is looking like he is on his last limb.
Marsalos cheers Lucas!
COMBAT: Rikon tries to get into a position to attack Lucas, but fails. Lucas is also engaged by: Lucas.
Norik grimmaces as Alessandro slaps him smack in the middle of a big back bruise. He then smirks, "Ah...you were the one having a good fight." He turns and grabs two glasses, "Whiskey?" As he goes to hand it to Alessandro he says, "Wait...before you drink it, turn your face towards someone else please." He grins. *Firan*
Ternesa stands and moves across to where Nisa is handing her back her spear, "Dear you went down like a sack of potatoes." She giggles and says, "I"m out of here, this place is a little too violent for my tastes. *Firan* Karana bandages Zerasmus's lower back with 33 bandages.
Dar aims and nails Hypeius with his fists. Hypeius takes a hit to the belly! Hypeius is looking seriously bad.
Nisa sees Lucas fighting and offers up a cheer. He is her hero after all. "Go prince sir!" *Firan* Hypeius misses Dar with his fists. Nisa cheers Lucas!
Zerasmus steps back on only slightly unsteady feet, battered and bruised by Lucas's loving hands. He wipes at his armor, where a wound bleeds freely before Karana wraps him bandages. He gives her a grunt of thanks. Hypeius gets hit and gets even more pissed off, which leads him to -miss- but he keeps going anyways!
COMBAT: Rikon gets into a good position to attack Lucas. Lucas may attack also.
Empyrean cheers Rikon! Marsalos cheers Rikon!
Hypeius thumps Dar hard with his fists! Dar takes a hit to the belly! Dar is looking like death warmed over.
Alessandro laughs. "I think I've had enough whiskey for the night, thank you, Sentry." he says, turning as the high muckity mucks fight. "Want to put some stenis down that Rikon will beat Prince Lucas?" *Firan*
Rikon steps in, punches Lucas hard, steps back out. "I am just toying with you, Prince Lucas. I know how fast you are to trap me, so consider it a challenge. Pin me into the corner." *Firan*
Rikon pounds Lucas hard with his fists! Lucas takes a hit to the skull!
Dar smashes Hypeius hard with his fists! Hypeius takes a hit to the chest!
Lucas aims and thumps Rikon with his fists. Rikon takes a hit to the forehead!
COMBAT: Rikon disengages Lucas, halting his attack.
Lucas is looking critically messed up. Hypeius is looking critically messed up. Rikon is looking somewhat under par.
Hypeius aims and crushes Dar with his fists. Dar takes a hit to the left heel! Dar is looking like he is going to be crippled for good.
Dar snorts, "I concede for now, I guess." He mumbles. *Firan*
COMBAT: Rikon gets into a good position to attack Lucas. Lucas may attack also.
Hypeius whomps Dar hard with his fists! Dar takes a hit to the chest! Dar is looking like he is going to be crippled for good.
Lucas takes a hit, deals one out, and doesn't banter so much with Rikon as he did the others - since Rikon actually has skillz.
Rikon gets clipped in the temple as he backs away. "Oh, too slow there. But you look worse." *Firan*
Rikon aims and slams Lucas with his fists. Lucas takes a hit to the right eyebrow! Lucas is looking majorly screwed up.
COMBAT: Rikon disengages Lucas, halting his attack.
Karana nods and offers a smile to Zerasmus, moving to step back again, on call, simply waiting for more brawling to need her attention.
COMBAT: Lucas tries to get into a position to attack Rikon, but fails.
COMBAT: Hypeius disengages Dar, halting his attack.
Alessandro smiles. "You set the amount, Sentry. I will probably have too much....." he says, then stands. "Sentry Hyperius! He conceded. STAND DOWNJ." *Firan*
COMBAT: Rikon gets into a position to attack Lucas. Lucas may attack also.
Norik nudges Alessandro, "Well, I won some money today...how's ten thousand?" *Firan*
Rikon aims and whomps Lucas with his fists. Lucas takes a hit to the chest! Lucas is looking like he is on his last limb.
COMBAT: Rikon disengages Lucas, halting his attack.
Marsalos cheers Rikon!
COMBAT: Lucas gets into a position to attack Rikon. Rikon may attack also.
Alessandro smiles, and nods. "Sure. 10,000 on Lord COmmander Rikon for me, and 10,000 to you if Prince Guard Lucas wins." *Firan*
"Come on, there you go." Rikon smiles as Lucas corners him. "Now I just need to punch you out."
Alessandro cheers Rikon!
Lucas finally pins Rikon down. After getting a touch more beat up than he was before. Again, he doesn't banter back and forth, but just comes on at him.
Norik nods and then turns and yells, "C'mon Prince LUcas!" *Firan*
Rikon thumps Lucas hard with his fists! Lucas takes a hit to the belly! Lucas is looking like he is on his last limb. Lucas collapses on the ground, becoming motionless. Lucas switches to the 'passive' style.
Marsalos shouts, "Take him out, Lord Commander!" "You're determined, Your Highness," Zerasmus calls at Lucas. Apparently his mouth was not swollen enough -- but then down Lucas goes. Ah, well.
And that makes five guards for Hypeius this evening, with no one left to fight for the moment--and then Rikon goes down, and Hypeius collapses into a seat.
Alessandro shouts, "Woot! 10,000 stenis you fecking guard! Turn it over!"
Rikon goes for the spleen! Ow! Lucas is down after absorbing a real solid shot to the abdomen.
No sooner than Norik puts down the bet than Lucas goes down, "Ah jeez..." He smirks and hands it over.
Marsalos laughs. "That's how it goes!" *Firan*
Kalina moves into Lucas. ER. With medical supplies. D'oh. Puncture, puncture, which one is the puncture medicine?
Amadea wanders over to Zerasmus with a faint smile, seemingly more amused with his injuries than is probably proper. But he does have a butt wound, hah. "Lord Didoron. I do hope that your axe didn't get injured in the fight." she murmurs politely, smoothing her palla back in order to get a better look at his axe, and then takes a quick glance at his bandages. *Firan*
Alessandro smiles. "You won the archery contest, I won the prize. I think everyone's happy now." *Firan* A breeze blows across the lands making fires everywhere flicker.
Karana makes her way over with salves and stuffs, but all the fangirls seem to be fawning over the last combatants. She simply chuckles and steps back again, there if they need her help. Glancing sidelong, Zerasmus takes Amadea in with a glance that concludes with a brief, grim sort of satisfaction. His reply to her is lower than her first words to him.
Amadea murmurs back quietly to Zerasmus with her usual serious expression, although her eyes sparkle somewhat with amusement.
"From now on, no Second Division soldier has to pay for a drink in this bar while a Guard is here. This is our bar," Rikon states, over Lucas' prone body. He is just waiting for the Prince to stir at this point.
Norik looks to the other guards, "I call dibs on buying for Captain Alessandro...shouldn't cost much." He grins and nudges Alessandro. *Firan*
Alessandro blinks, having dozed off during the lull. "Yeah...one or three more couldn't hurt." *Firan*
Ranselis just chuckles softly to himself where he sit, narrowing his eyes and sipping whiskey.
Nisa offers a salute and slips out. She really does have orders to complete. Honest.
Amadea continues her whispered conversation with Zerasmus, gesturing briefly to Lucas with her hands a time or two while her gaze wanders.
Norik downs one last whiskey and then says, "Well folks...it's been fun, but I got patrol in the morning..." He offers nods and salutes as needed, slapping Alessandro on the shoulder, "Great fighting you sir..." *Firan*
