[Wind Reach] Boys Will Be Boys [Amon, Dreamcatcher]

[Amon]

oocDespicable of me, I'm sorry. I hope we may be able to continue, and Zac won't kill me. Amon had hissed under the intense pressure applied to his hand. But damn it all if he had stooped so unimaginably low and allowed his vocalization of the pain to be heard among his peers. He bit his tongue enough to bleed, and for a moment a small trickle of blood had escaped his clenched teeth and trailed down his lower lip. Let the pain cancel out all the rest. Focus, Amon. Focus. Amon tried to hone in on his eagle’s voice, to mimic his words over and over in his mind. He had blocked out the sounds of the crowd, but had heard enough to know they weren’t particularly ecstatic with the current situation, and when the Endal’s eyes glanced to the sound of a new voice in the vicinity, he understood why. Kovac had interfered. What a petching move. Then Qual had released him. In a span of not even a chime, Qual had subsided, and Amon finally took note, with the pain decreasing and his mind finally cleared, that the half-blood held a knife in his hand, and not only that but the bastard Endal held one as well. The rage in his blood had intensified. That bastard. A shiv, against an unarmed opponent? That petching bastard! What honor was there to keep when he could have died by the blade of one so despicable. Amon was done playing nice, not with him. If someone was to die as a result of this confrontation it would be Qual. The death sentence had ingrained itself in Amon’s mind, and it taunted him, just as the eyes of someone who stood in the crowd of redheads called his attention so effortlessly. Something in him clicked. Amon’s eyes were glazed, his lips stained with blood, his teeth clenched and his blood churned adrenaline. He was ready to kill. “Do NOT interfere.” He hissed at Kovac, loud enough for the crowd of jostling Inarta to hear, “Qual is mine.” And even as he said this, with all the fury that shook him to the core, Amon jerked Kovac’s blade away from his arm, shoved him into the crowd and turned to stab it directly into Qual’s gut. At this point, he was unaware of the witnesses. Oblivious as to whether it struck Qual in a vital spot or not.

[Kovac]

Kovac's mind juggled his options. Qual had released Amon, the confrontation brought to an edgy pause by his own intervention. The Avora had reacted out of a sudden need to defend Amon, but had placed him in the position to execute the vengeful desires he so long had borne against the treacherous Rider. He could easily slit his throat right then, but a myriad of consequences would follow, none of which would go in the Avora's favor. But he was not willing to give up his position, his advantage, his opportunity. No....Amon was going to take it from him. The threatened Endal burst into a furious response and even as the Rider yelled at him, the unsuspecting archer had his blade ripped from his grasp and found himself flung into the crowd. Even as Kovac stumbled into the angry throng, he roared at Amon, who had stolen from him the vengeance he longed for. To unleash upon Qual the pain he felt when Kalle betrayed him, the rage that welled up as the foul Endal boasted of mistreating the woman he had love, even at the insults aimed at Shayth. Intoxicating, enveloping, consuming hatred that had all been directed in a focused beam at one man...Qual. This was supposed to be his fight, Amon had taken it from him. "No you son of a bitch...he was mine!" Kovac's maddened voice raised in a loud irate growl, flecks of saliva spewing as he vented his anger. The unfriendly crowd hindered him, even as he struggled to get back to Qual. But it was too late, as if in slow motion, Kovac watched as Amon plunged his knife into the wretched Rider.

[Phoenix]

Character: Kovac Experience: Brawling- 5 Lores: Spotting thy enemy, Being taunted in front of everyone, Having Amon stand up for him, Jumping into an Endal fray, Having sweet revenge stolen from him Character: Amon Experience: Brawling- 5 Lores:Dealing with obnoxious Endal brothers, Struggling to decide what is the right thing to do, Being ordered by an Eagle, Getting bested in a fight The Method, The Fire: I'm sad that this didn't get finished, but I did the best I could grading where it was left off. Any questions or concerns, please send me a PM and I'll be happy to help!