Open How To Party Like A Nykan

[Sekai]

Sekai had not looked anywhere while she was on horseback. As the horse charged through, she kept her arm wrapped tightly around the Drykas, with her face buried in the woman's back. Detecting the movement of the horse lowering, she finally glanced around. Seeing as they were behind the monks line now, she slide off the horse's back, before taking a more careful look at the rioters. Enough bodies that they could climb walls with each other. Disorganized mess. Lack of weapons. So, this will be a quantity over quality..., she calculated mentally. Her thoughts were interrupted, as she heard the monk -introduced as Zarkos, rile up the rioters to a degree that even the monk line was over run. Hearing the woman tell her that she could help or run, Sekai pondered for a moment. Frankly, she felt in debt towards the woman, and since this woman was going to assist the monks in fighting back the horde, Sekai might as well help. Quantity over quality...instead of slashing, one should sweep.... Planning out her strategy as quickly as possible, she held her scythe in both hands, and attempted to follow suit with her tactic, by first swinging the scythe in a horizontal arc -nearly knocking herself in the head along the way-, before swinging down in a vertical slash, embedding the blade two inches into the ground. Barely pulling the scythe out of the ground, she swung wildly once more, hitting someone with every swing, scoring several hits on herself along the way.

[Savio]

A bubble of laughter escaped Savio when he heard Zarko egg on the rioters. Perhaps he shouldn’t laugh at it, since CLEARLY Nykans don’t take well to insults but he couldn’t help it. Furthermore, even though the other monks seemed to chastise their fellow monk they too had grins on their faces and a certain light in their eyes. They lived for this. It was quite visible to Savio from his perch on top of the rooftop behind the line of monks.

He then heard Sayren call up to him. Perhaps Zarko’s mood had infected Savio or he had finally lost his mind but a wide smile formed on his lips as he shifted into a crouched position, readying himself to leap down into the crowd below.

“A drink doesn’t sound half bad!” Savio called down before leaping down into the tangle of things, successfully landing on a hulking man who was about to attack the scythe-wielding girl from behind. Savio only had enough time to leap out of the way, though. She seemed to have very little knowledge of her weapon and was swinging it around almost wildly.

She swung it again and Savio had to duck, but it seemed to hit someone who was behind him. It was a constant dance of ducking, attacking, and dodging. Savio had his hands full with trying to dodge the scythe and flying fists until he was able to move far enough away from her so that he was at least somewhat safe from the menacing blade. By the Gods, what kind of person used a farming tool as a weapon?!

He had better things to focus about, like the sea of brawling Nykans that surrounded him. Savio grinned as he lashed out several good punches, elbow jabs, and low kicks alongside the monks who skillfully used their wheat whips. He couldn’t help but flinched even time he saw or heard the weapon strike flesh. He knew firsthand how damned painful that was!

He did keep an eye out for his fellow Iron Fist student. She was still hobbled and if she was pulled off her horse again, she could be seriously hurt now that the riot was in full rage.

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[Sekai]

Posting OrderSo, me and Sayren swapped places on the posting order, so that one of the threads makes sense.

Sekai continued the mad, uncontrolled swings of her weapon, which was more of a farming tool, than it was a full blown weapon. With every swing of the lethal farming tool, someone or something was hit. Generally herself. At least on the bright side, not many could contact her, since not often than not, a scythe had a longer reach than the flailing limbs of the Nykians. However, even with all these factors, it was mostly out of luck, why Sekai hasn't been taken down yet. 

Is there no end to how many of you picking a blasted fight?! Does this entire city want to wreck havoc upon everything they see, just for the fun of it?!, Sekai bemoaned to herself me tally, as she stumbled from fatigue. Seeing a heavily built Nykian making a bee line straight for her, she swung her scythe horizontally, causing the man to recoil, and stop. Swinging wildly again, Sekai started pushing the man back. But, it seemed her luck finally ran out. Swinging careless and without form, the blade of te scythe glanced off the ground, with the staff of the scythe basically whiplashing Sekai in the side of the head, in appearance not unlike a comical scene. Unconsciousness was inevitable and almost instantaneous. With that, Sekai fell to the ground, now oblivious to her surroundings.

OOCProbably my las post here. I request XP in Weapon:Scythe, and maybe Observation! Thanks for RPing with me!

[Sayren WindDancer]

Keeping a safe distance, Sayren only bashed her walking stick upon the Nykans that approached her, which weren't many. Taking into consideration that she was mounted atop a stallion, it would stand to reason why not many would approach her. She watched as Savio threw his all at these people. A few punches here, a kick there, and a knee to a crotch. Ouch...that guy might not be walking for awhile.

And that poor girl Sayren had managed to save, it seemed she was doing more damage to herself with that scythe than to any Nykan approaching her. She did her best, but it wasn't long before she finally took a final blow, from herself.

That was when Sayren dashed forward with the help of her stallion. Placing her strider in between the girl and the rioting Nykans. It had deterred the majority of them, but a few of them were still confident enough on taking on Garel. He met them with his hoof and skull as Sayren tried to cautiously dismount Garel to tend to the girl. She was fine. Still breathing normally, just was knocked out by that blow from the blunt end of her scythe. Poor thing didn't have much luck.

The luck changed however, as more monks came to the scene and started beating back the horde of Nykans. Emerging from them was a battered and bruised Zarko. He nodded his head and rubbed his chin as he saw the fainted woman in Sayren's arms. Then a randomly appearing Savio, "So...I think we should go get that drink now. And as for her, let's take her to the hostel, I'm sure our good friend won't say no to her."

[Balderdash]

"Did somebody say drink?" boomed a gleeful male voice. It belonged to a gigantic, at least seven feet tall, with impossibly chiseled muscles and a gleaming bald head. He hefted two gigantic hogsheads of mead on his shoulders as easily as if they were pillows. He had no shirt, and wore purple pants of a nondescript but very fine fabric. His boots were black leather. It was obvious, even at a distance, that he was a member of a divine, if not by the force of his presence, then by the fact that half the brawling Nykans, and about two thirds of the monks involved had prostrated themselves before him. "Lord Uphis." murmured Zarko. The Alvina turned his nose up at the nutter wielding a scythe, "Who wields farming tools as weapons, really? That's somehow both callous and insulting. I'd rip your head off, but I don't feel like putting this here barrel down." 'My subjects," he said severely, quickly losing interest in the small thing, "I came here looking for a party, and what do I find?" For what felt like a bell, everyone was silent. "That you started without me! Well, I am declaring this pitiful shade of a celebration over." Mass gasp. Surveying the sea of shocked faces before him, Uphis let a grin creep across his face, and announced, "Let the real celebration... Begin!" The demigod then heaved one of the hogsheads into the air, and blew it to splinters with a single might headbutt, sending delicious, delicious mead spraying like spring rain onto the now cheering crowd. The second one was set down and got its lid punched out. And with that most vital of duties done, Uphis gave a great cry of excitement, and ran down to crowd surf.

[Savio]

Savio was laughing like a fool as he carefully made his way over to Sayren and Žarko. His skin was sweating enough to cause his shirt to cling to his body and there were various cuts and bruises decorating his body but he didn’t care in the least bit. Didn’t feel it yet either though he was sure he would by tomorrow morning. Never before had he ever had that much fun! If only Syliras was as liberated in their views.

When he finally got to them, he clapped the monk’s shoulder and leaned on him slightly to catch his breath. Žarko was mention something about drinking when a loud, booming voice echoed over the crowd and silencing it almost completely. Savio turned to look at the massive man walking with two barrels on his shoulders like it was nothing! Never before had the acrobat seen such a being as the giant and was at a loss of who he could be until he looked around as saw that many of the Nykans were on the ground in a show of utmost respect and Zarko’s whispered words struck a chord within Savio’s memory. Uphis? Well then… At least he and Savio had the same opinion of Farm Tool Weapons.

Savio watched the Alvina in lack jawed awe as Uphis easily destroyed one container of mead with just a headbutt and then use his fist to open the other much to the Nykans’ excitement. Zarko glanced over at Savio with a smug look and used his free hand to close Savio’s mouth. “This is what us Nykans love so much about our city. We might seem a bit unorthodox to outsiders but this is what we live for. We love our city and Alvina and they love us back. Don’t you agree?” The monk shouted over the joyous cries of the Nykans as the Demigod dived into the crowd, only to be swept up and carried as though he was on a body of water.

Having come from Syliras, seeing a God or rather, Demigod interact so closely with his people was a foreign concept to Savio. The people of his home revered Sylir and honored him in almost everything they did. The Knights served as sentinels to everything the slain god stood for. But Uphis was not dead, nor were any of the other Celestials that the Nykans held dear. The people had a close relationship with their gods and that was something Savio found that he respected, and perhaps even envied quite a bit.

Savio grinned sheepishly at Zarko and Sayren. “So, do we stay here or go elsewhere?” He asked, also having to raise his voice over the roar of the festivities.

[Sayren WindDancer]

Sayren smiled as she saw Savio approached them. The poor sod was drenched in his own sweat. She could tell he had a few bruises here and there. Must've been the local love, Nyans were a different kind of touchy. Not the ones that were meek and bordering molestation, but the kind where your greeting was surely a fist to the face. The Drykas back home never acted in such ways. Well...correction, some of the boys acted in such a fashion after having some drink. So the celebration wasn't too far fetched to see. Just a surprise that so many were so violent on such occasions.

The young drykas now leaned her head over the girl passed out in her arms. The Pale thing had knocked herself out during the upheaval. She definitely had quite a long way to go for using that scythe of hers. Sayren ran her fingers gently through the girl's hair. Wondering just who she was and why she was here.

Nonetheless, the girl needed a plae to stay and Sayren doubted she'd be allowed to stay at the school. So maybe her and Savio can drop this tiny woman by the Inn and they would be alright to take her. Better that than to just leave her to the streets. Or Sayren's and Savio's attempts to save this girl would be for nothing.

The thought evaporated though when the crowd fell silent. She glanced up to see Savio's eyes widen and Zarko whispering the name, "Lord Uphis." That's when Sayren noticed she was in the shadow of something massive. She turned her head around to see the massive man. He was roped with layers of muscle and had two barrels effortlessly clutched within his arms. The giant had given Sayren and the girl a moment of notice, insulting how the girl was wielding a farm tool as a weapon.

Then his attention was quickly directed to the crowd of Nykans before them. His tone bold, and intimidating. He had asked everyone a question, but no one yielded an answer to the giant. So the man continued on, answering the question for them and stating that the party was over. Sayren wasn't sure whether to be relieved by this or not. However, the people definitely didn't too thrilled about it.

That's when the giant curled his lips in a malevolent grin and boomed his voice for the true celebration to begin. Without skipping a beat, he tossed one of the barrels into the air and shattered it with his skull. Bursting the mead and raining the blissful alcohol amongst them. In Sayren's awe, she managed to receive a few gulps of this decadent nectar. Making her cheeks rosey as a chill ran down her spine. The giant had leaped over her and into the crowd.

The gods of Nyka were so close to their subjects, it was almost amazing to see that not many of them feared these Beings. That was when Sayren heard Savio ask her and Zarko should they stay or go elsewhere. Sayren pondered the question in her head. As much as she would wish to stay and enjoy the festivities, she was still pretty hurt with her leg and the girl in her arms was in no position of celebrating.

"It maybe wise to take this girl to the Hostel. I don't think she can last for too long in an Nykan celebration while she is...out old." That and she didn't want to state that she was already feeling tipsy from just the mouth fulls of drink she just inhaled.

[Savio]

The monk nodded in agreement with Sayren’s suggestion. “It would be for the best.” Zarko said with a small smile on his face. “Besides, foreigners such as yourselves can’t handle such excitement for too long. Come, Come. I will lead you through the more quite streets to get to the Hostel. After that, I believe we should make our way back to the Southern Quarter Headquarters. There is a little area outside it where people who are not of my order can socialize with the monks. It was High Priest’s idea so that we could be more like our patron Alvina. I don’t mind it and Kirnan is a good man with a heart of gold.” Zarko talked as he lead the way, expecting that the two would follow.

Savio chuckled quietly to himself before looking up at the Drykas woman and shrugged. Clearly such festivities were common place for the monk, so who was Savio to doubt him? He followed young monk, listening to his suggestions and the knowledge he offered. Kirnan, huh? Nykans and their strange names. The acrobat thought to himself with another chuckle. While in Nyka, do as the Nykans do…right? Besides, he hoped to meet the High Priest. The man sounded like someone Savio could get along with quite well.

[Sayren WindDancer]

Sayren felt better that the monk agreed with her. All things considered, the poor girl wouldn't stand a chance against most nykans. The monk offered to take them through the quieter streets, just so they don't run into the local ruffians. The monk also spoke of the Southern Headquarters, where many of the other monks reside. He said there was a small location near the headquarters in which others outside of the order can then socialize. Mainly the idea of the High Priest himself, apparently named Kirnan from what Sayren could discern. That's when the monk broke away, probably expecting them to follow.

Savio gave a quiet chuckle while glancing at Sayren with a shrug before he went after the monk. Sayren sighed as she patted down Garel's neck, "I suppose we have little option eh?" Garel rolled his eyes. The thought of following behind Savio egged at him. Aside from the few times he "accidentily" pushed his head forward against the man's back.

It wasn't long before they stopped at the Hostel. Garel lowered himself onto his knees so Sayren could help the unconscious girl off his back. With a bit of struggle though. "Hey boys...wanna help me out?"