The 40th of Summer 512 The Northern Reaches OOC :
[Flashback] Cold Weather Fighting (Solo) The 40 of Summer 512 Northern Reaches Six horses, four oxen-pulled wagons loaded with goods and services, two Kelvic guard bears, fourteen men, four women, and Jynx. They had been on the road for a week. Not that there was really any road to speak of. More of a wheel-rutted trail that sometimes disappeared entirely, forcing them to rely on the stone cairns that appeared every mile or so. Whenever they found two cairns more than that far apart, they stopped to build a new one half-way in between. This was not out of altruism. It was a matter of self-preservation. They would depend on those same cairns when they made the return trip across the tundra and arctic wilderness. Jynx had joined the caravan with the understanding that his contribution would be hunting. He was amendable to this and spent most of the journey in hawk form, usually perched on one of the wagon loads. But on this particular evening, as they huddled around their campfires sharing a meager dinner, Jynx was in his human form. He had become increasingly “feral” as the time and distance between himself and his mistress grew. Without her firm guiding hand, he found himself reverting back to the wild. This bothered him so he took occasion to be a human among humans. The trouble started over a woman. Two brothers, Eli and Frank, decided they deserved a little “social” time with Anna, the only relatively young woman in the group. She was no beauty queen, but she was by far the best of the lot in terms of physical appearance. Jynx had finished eating and was laying back on his backpack enjoying the companionship of other people when he heard a muffled “Help!” He looked around but apparently nobody else had noticed. More muffled sounds. Still no reaction from the others. Apparently his excellent hearing was picking up something the others were not. Jynx rose to his feet and followed the faint sounds to one of the wagons at the far end of the camp, away from the tents. Eli was holding the girl and had a gloved hand over her mouth. Frank was trying to unbutton her blouse while evading her desperate attempts to kick him. Finally he slapper her across the cheek. Hard. She stopped kicking. “Take your hands off the lady,” Jynx said in a quiet, even voice. They froze. Frank turned. “Hey hawk man,” he said. “You best be headin' back to camp and leave this to real men.” He produced a cross between a grin and a snarl. “Take your hands off the lady or I am going to hurt you,” Jynx stated matter-of-factly. Frank came at him low and fast. Jynx moved his right foot back a step, keeping his feet somewhat spread, and flexing his knees just a bit. As the man barreled into his mid-section, Jynx executed a quick two step move to the right, causing the man to run right past him. Jynx continued his rightward motion with a one hundred and eighty degree pivot that put his left hand on a direct collision course with Frank's head as he was speeding past. Jynx's fist smashed into the man's left temple and he collapsed on the hard snow. He didn't get up. Ike tackled him from behind and they both rolled down a small slope and came to a stop in a snow bank. Ike was fast but Jynx was faster. He leaped to his feet and advanced on the man as he was still trying to regain his footing. Ike took a couple steps backward, trying to get a sense of what he was up against. Jynx continued to advance on him in a series of two-step shuffles. A quick left jab to Ike's right eye jolted him. By now it was obvious to Jynx that the man had no real training in hand-to-hand combat. He had no stance to speak of. He held his arms and hands in the wrong place. Two more quick jabs followed which Ike dodged, giving more ground as he did so. A nasty cut had formed above his eye and was bleeding profusely. Ike finally stopped back-peddling and took a round-house swing at Jynx. Jynx watched the fist coming in at an angle a little left of center. He knew from experience that a fist always looks bigger when it's coming at your face than it actually is. In fact, a fist is really quite small and one does not have to move very far to get out of its way. By the time the fist reached his face his face had moved several inches to the left, leaving the fist nothing but air to connect with. Ike had thrown his weight into the swing and that meant he had a lot of forward momentum. His body followed his fist and he landed face first in the snow. When he got up and turned to face his enemy, Jynx planted a solid punch in the man's stomach. As he doubled over, his face ran into Jynx's knee, which just happened to be coming up to meet it. Jynx heard a horrible cracking sound and watched as the man's face disintegrate in a spray of blood and bone. By this time the other members of the party had arrived and the fight was over less than two chime after it had begun. Frank was dead. Jynx's punch to his temple had killed him on the spot. Ike was alive but a mess. Several of the men took hold of Jynx but let him go when Anna explained what had happened. The next morning they tied Ike's hands together and roped him to the back of a wagon, forcing him to walk along behind it. He put up with this for two days. On the third, he was gone. As for Jynx, he decided to spend more time in hawk form and less time in human form. Mainly because the other members of the party seemed uncomfortable around his human form after the altercation. |