(The Pig's Foot Tavern) Brawling Good times, eh? (open ;) )

by **Antar** on August 9th, 2011, 11:39 pm

For the briefest moment, Noth had possessed the most delightful view of stars, which slowly resolved themselves back to the clarity of the Pig's Foot Ceiling. Still dazed as could be, the rogue felt himself wrenched to his feet and turned around to a man speaking to him and the vaguest sense of his assailant slowing to stare in their direction.

Oye, Need some help?

For a moment, it was all he could do was blink as he felt his stomach muscles tightening from parasympathetic pain, as they began twitch and harden with bruises. The pain was readily apparent, so at least he knew he was still alive. That at least was a good thing he thought as he tried to remember the stranger's words. At least he didn't seem like the sort to hit Noth while he was recovering, but in Sunberth you never knew if it was just an act for a pickpocket to fleece you dry. That's why he didn't bring anything valuable on him today, only his dagger in its sheathe strap by his left shoulder. So he stood and blinked for a few moments more as the words were repeated. Oye, Need some help there man?

Nodding his head slowly his mind struggled to put words in his own mouth as he pinched the bridge of his nose to squint, "Oh sure, if you want to help out, by all means, Do So."

He winced a little as he turned his head slightly to look behind him. Chucking his thumb towards the gambling man who were after Bob, Noth chuckled as he said, "I think I tenderized that one a bit for ya'. If you can handle him, it means I can get Bob up on his feet." Clutching his stomach from the chuckling, he almost doubled over and spat, "He's all yours! But be warned though, bastard's got a killer right kick."

Inhaling deeply, Noth straightened up and gave Zarek a good natured pat on Zarek's shoulder before stepping around the fellow to where Bob lay. He bent over to help the little man up, straightening in time to note what else was happening in the barroom brawl. On the far side of the bar, he noticed a tense standoff involving Cade, a severed head, and a man that looked like he'd be more inclined to sleep with the bears then in any form of city society. Whatever Cade was doing, or not doing, he soon might have to intervene to help if he could. He bet he might still be able to throw a goblet or two if it was necessary...

Then there was the sailor, knocked out and laying on the ground like he was seeing birds. In Noth's eyes that meant for now, all was right with the world.

Lifting Bob painfully to his feet, Noth sucked another breath in to check if his ribs were broken, but found only the slightly sensation of bruises lower down on his sternum. He wouldn't be able to do much more today, and that made him out of the fight for now. Turning to Bob he muttered absently, 'So did you get him?" and chucked his chin towards the now unconscious sailor before turning his eyes back towards the man who lifted him up. He ran a silent inventory of his things and noted nothing had been pinched. Depending on what happened between the stranger and the guy who now charged him, Noth might have to introduce himself and say a word of thanks.

by **Zarek** on August 10th, 2011, 5:44 am

Zarek grinned wildly from ear to ear after hearing the words “He’s all yours!” He looked over towards his new opponent as he slowly stalked his way over. As Noth said, he most certainly was “tenderized” For he could have charged at us and had done a good number on either one of us. But judging from the way he walked and how he held his chest, the plate Noth threw most certainly left a mark. Zarek stepped forward a few, as he stood between Noth and his previous ‘dance partner’. Zarek nodded his head once, acknowledging the man who stood in front of him. “I’ll be fighting you now.” The man stopped for a minute as his eyes went up and down, observing the new person who had suddenly stepped in.

Zarek wore his usual outfit, which consisted of an armored robe, Isurian chainmail shirt, a pair of bladed teeth gauntlets and his bladed boots. However, all his opponent could see was Zareks Gauntlets, as he stood in his usual fighting stance. His hood was down; to make sure nothing hindered his ability to see his surroundings. This doesn’t involve you; Just want to have a ‘talk’ with the little guy and his buddy. said the man, his hand lowered from his chest as he stood upright. He puffed out his chest, trying to look bigger and be more intimidating. Zarek chuckled to himself as he looked straight into the man’s eyes. Oh, but good sir, It does involve me. For, you see, I’m quite bored and would love a good brawl. With all the commotion going on, how could one not get himself involved?” “ I could run you down easily! Don’t make a mistake you’re going to regret! He barked back, his patience running very low. Are you truly that afr-OOF

Zarek suddenly felt a sharp pain shoot through the back of his head as he blacked out for a second. He fell onto his knees as he supported himself with both his hands. His Vision was blurry from the impact to the back of his head, but as his eyes began to refocus he noticed a foot coming straight from below and towards his face. Instinctively Zarek placed both his arms across his face. The impact from the kick caused both his arms to flail up in the air as he fell flat on his back. However, Zarek didn’t have time to catch his breath on the wooden floor. For the man who hit him in the back of his head had a chair leg and he was bringing it down full force towards his face. Again Zarek Instinctively covered his face with his left arm. The Chair leg snapped against his gauntlet as wooden slivers flew everywhere.

With his improvised weapon breaking within his grip. He went to go stomp on Zarek. However, he wasn’t having any of that. As the man brought his foot down, Zarek quickly got his face out of the way. He placed his right hand on top of the man’s foot, his left arm then rammed against the back of the man’s calf muscle. The teethed projections used to deflect and disarm weapons dug into his leg. The man’s leg buckled from the force and sharp pain that pierced him. As the man fell forward onto his knee, Zarek quickly began to roll with the movement of his fall. He caught both of the man’s legs as he then continued to roll on top of the man. After rolling over his back he instantly began to push himself up off of the man with the back of his left forearm. Within that same movement he then grabbed the back of the man’s hair and bashed the man’s face once against the wooden floor.

By this point the other man had already ran towards Zarek, getting ready to kick him with his right leg. Zarek quickly jumped off of the man he had just pinned to the ground and stumbled to his feet. He stops his pursuit of Zarek as now his friend lay between the two of them. Zarek looked straight into the man’s eyes as he slowly shuffles towards the right. Being wary of every movement his two opponents make. The man who just had his face smashed against the floor groaned as he began to push himself up, blood drooled down his face as he picked himself up. He turned to face Zarek, blood flowed out of his nose as tears welled up in his eyes. His legs were lightly shaking, either from the blow to his head, or with anger. Either way both men looked furious. One man started to walk to the left and the other to the right.

Zarek was pinned, his head swiveled back and forth as he watched the two men corner him. skyke, skyke, skyke, skyke! I need to think of something quick…petch, alright, it’s all good…Just have to try and take out at least one of them in one blow. He thought as the two men approached carefully as if a pack of wolves were stalking their pray, both looked at one another, waiting for the right time for them to pounce. Zarek then took in a deep breath through his nostrils, then exhaled through his nostrils, then inhaled once more. He was going to try and use flux, he wasn’t good at it, but this was a time when he would need it. He inhaled again, he felt the power build up in his core, than slowly move it’s way up into his chest, through his left shoulder, and into his left arm. It had a weird pulsing sensation that he has not grown accustomed to, it wasn’t a bad sensation, but an odd one. His left fist clenched as the man to his right went and brought up a kick towards Zarek’s torso. Zarek snapped his right arm down as to try and block the kick by hitting it to the side. After his arm made contact to the man’s leg, he brought it back down and got ready to try and kick again, he raised his right leg as all the weight went onto his left. Zarek tried to take this opportunity as he twisted his body towards the man in order to hit him with his left hand.

However the man to his left also went into hit Zarek, his right hand connected to Zareks left cheek. This caused Zarek’s head to snap to the left, but luckily for him he was already turning towards the left and thus a lot of the impact was directed away. Not once did Zareks eyes leave his mark, which was the man who stood to his right. Zareks entire body shifted over as he put all his weight behind his left straight punch. The man to the right was in a panic as he saw the blow coming, however he could not stop his kick as it continued to head towards zareks side. Both blows landed simultaneously, zareks blow landed right into the guys’ mouth as his head flew back. However, even with Zareks armored robe and chainmail, he felt the kick shutter to his bones. The man’s head flew back as a little strewn of blood flew into the air. He fell flat on his arse as he looked straight up into the ceiling, unconscious.

The other man who was behind him roared as he threw a jab towards Zareks head, he quickly spun around just to be greeted by the man’s jab as it connected to his cheek. It was a light blow, but the hit was followed up by another jab to the face, than a right handed hook to the stomach. Zarek hunched over from the impact, but lucky for him, and quite unlucky for his opponent. He had connected against one of the metal plates that were sawn into his robe. Zarek used this chance to quickly step right into his opponent, only a few inches away from him, he took in a deep breath, rein fused his fist with flux and held his breath as he repeatedly punched the man’s ribs over and over and over again. Zarek let out a large shout as he winded up another large blow with his left hand and smashed it against the same spot he had been hitting repeatedly. This time a loud pop was heard as his hand sunk a little deeper into his opponent’s side. Zarek stood there, hunched against the man as he collapsed against his shoulder. There was a moment of silence until he heard the sound of cheers and shouts. Everyone around him was yelling and screaming and cheering about the fight.

Zarek rose up from his position and let the unconscious man fall to the ground. He looked up for a minute as he breathed heavily, trying to catch his breath. He had completely forgotten about the people around him as he fought. He also seemed to have forgotten about the pain he felt from his blows. But now that the fight was over, he was quickly reminded as all the pain seemed to rush in at once. He grabbed the back of his head as the pain seemed to suddenly intensify. He brought back his hand and looked at it to see blood, the blow from before must have cut his head as there was quite a bit of blood. He chuckled to himself as he looked at his hand, still numb from blocking the kick earlier. oye…someone get me a drink… Zarek panted as each couple of words were interrupted by his need for air.

by **Bob Barton** on August 11th, 2011, 9:18 am

OOCAntar approved

A random stranger from the crowd came up and offered some assistance against the sailor. The only answer that Bob could have given before a brow which peaked up. Little fella? Thats like an insult of the highest order to Bob along with things like calling him an honest and honourable person. Bob waved the man through. He will let the sailor put the fool in his place for belittling Bob like that.

"Kill him, kill him!" some of the members of the crowd watching chanted. And who joined in that chant? Or course it was Bob. But Bob was rooting for the sailor to kill his savior instead of the other way around. You don't expect to be loved if you made fun of people's limitations. But lucky none of Bob's money was riding on the sailor and when the giant, he was singing a different tune. "You see that? I already tenderized him for you!" What else can he say? He still needed to look good after all.

Then the victor got cocky and went over to take care of the other mess Antar found himself in. Antar of course already down, accepted the help. Like Bob they already had two sets of opponents between them. Actually maybe Antar had two and Bob had one and a half but who cares? The math was only valid since the strange only had half an opponent. Then Antar suddenly came over to Bob to help him out. Another insult. Does everyone in this world think the little people can't do simple things like this on their own? Brushing whatever mess was on his clothes Bob could only regard Antar bitterly as he said "Yeah, no thanks to you!"

The stranger was in another fight again and Bob only stood watching. He may have bitten off more than he could chew taking on two opponents who are not half dead instead of one collapsing sailor. Should he wait for the outcome or run now? Helping was out of the question because the insult hasn't been forgotten yet. Whatever happens its kind of a benefit to Bob in the end so he didn't really care much.

Surprisingly after all that the victor was somehow the stranger and its time for a drink. Bob went and grabbed two glasses from some of the pleased spectators of watching such an odd fight and wanted to show their appreciation. One was without doubt for his savior and Bob gave it to him with some gratitude "You did well friend." With the other he approached Antar with a smiling face and open arms. In the sweetest tone of voice his deception for revenge had begun. "Noth my friend! Thank you so much for helping me." Getting closer still Bob held the glass in hand tightly. Once Antar was off guard a quick kick was aimed at his shin. A kick as hard as he could without risking spilling the drink. With Antar distracted kneeling down to attend to his shin, a splash came dumping the contents of the glass to his face "Thanks for the flight you damned fool!" and ran off before anything else can happen.

Where could Bob run to? Obviously not the entrance because there was a scary barbarian holding a severed head. Getting through the crowd Bob looked left and right. Yup the barbarian was still there as far he can see. So he ran the opposite direction. Back to the washroom he found himself hiding in only a few days ago and hope no one would find him there.

by **Cade** on August 15th, 2011, 4:29 am

Dourne

Cade looked upon the older barbarian before him as the warrior came forth, admitting to the bloody mess with in Cade's grasp. In the distance and out of his peripheral vision it was obvious the pig foot tavern started the party with out him, but the night was still young and maybe this man could be the punching bag he was looking for. His handy work upon the deceased's face only proved he was a few tools short in the shop and nothing else. " Alright old man......" Cade growled from his fanged smirk. " Lets see if the geriatric can dance!"

Then with out warning the myrian savage tossed the decapitated head at Dourne while shifting his weight to his left leg, pivoting his right foot so that his toes were pointing forward and simultaneously striking out with a right punch aimed for the old man's face as his left hand rose to protect his own noggin. Cade's hand to hand intentions were to box the berserker silly and out brawl him into submission for killing was frowned upon this fine establishment and the half blood myrian did not need that kind of heat......yet.

by **Dourne** on August 15th, 2011, 10:01 am

The tavern had directed its attention to the more noticable brawl at the other end of the tavern, the once large brutish sailor had been knocked out and from the looks of things the other antagonists were about to recieve a similar fate, but this is the way Dourne liked it, one on one with no crowds, just up close and personal and maybe a bit of bloodshed.

Anticipating the head being throwed back at him, he easily evaded the
bloody mess that hasd been dislodged through the air. However the thing that came next hadnt been predicted.

Out of now where, the myrians fist flew into Dourne's face, hitting him just below the temple. Dourne stumbled an inch or so back and brushed of the blow "Come on boy.. you can sure hit harder than that!" he crudely laughed, "I thought the Crimson Edge were a bunch of killers! But from that display i guess not!" he laughed again with an arrogant smile. Dourne's plan was to make the younger foe angry and irritated through taunts and laughter, and with a clouded mind the rival would be more prone to making mistakes, Dourne was going to exploit every mistake this one made, and utilize it to his advantage.

With a arrogant grunt, Dourne lodged his heavy boot at suprising speed aiming for the lower portion of the myrian. Age wasn't one of Dourne's virutes but experience was, and he had been in so many fights and absorbed so many blows to have been used to the feeling of being hit, Another fight would just be another fight.

by **Cade** on August 30th, 2011, 10:41 pm

Cade had no time to respond to Dourne's insult as the man's leg struck out at him. The myrian half blood twisted on his heels using his shins to take the blunt of the attack while protecting his own groin. The force of the attack stumbled the younger barbarian back a few steps but he regain his footing once more and jumped back to the attack.

The barbarian then shifted his weight to his right foot, pivoting on his left while rotating his body and striking out with his left arm at a ninety degree angle, in hopes of landing a vicious left hook into the rib cage of the older man. Then with cat like reflexes, he moved back into his original stance, knee bent while lowering his shoulder as he dropped the right side of his body in a semi crouch position remembering to keep his left fist up by his chin to protect his head. He rotated his hips forward, pushing on the ball of is back foot, punching his right fist up towards the man's chin keeping his arms bent at a right angle for the most power through delivery and follow through.

Cade's instincts were to keep the volley of fists flying to keep the old man moving and hopefully in the hails of blows his defence would give and Cade would strike gold.

by **Cade** on September 26th, 2011, 4:34 am

OOC: Continueing on Since dourne has not replied in over a month nore has answered my pm.

The half blood myrian had struck gold indeed as his left hook smashed into the right side of Dourne's rib cage, stealing the air from his lungs. Then Cade struck gold once more as his vicious upper cut nailed the Berserker under the chin with such power that it lifted the man slightly off his feet with only a bar table behind him to catch his decent. The old man was out before he even touched the table as the shier weight of the warrior shattered wooden frame to the floor. Cade's battle instincts did not fail him for he was upon his opponent with out hesitation, mounting him with his fists ready to rain hell upon the Dourne's face, but once he noticed that he man's lights were out he lifted himself off the fallen, leaving the thought of striking him dead. No, he will let the man live and give him the chance to seek him out once more if he so wished to after he recovered.

Cade took a quick glance around the room seeing if there would be another others that would love to tangle with the barbarian toe to toe or blade to blade or what ever way they wish death to be brought upon them. But nobody else caught his fancy sides the rogue archer that was nursing his bruises. The brute made his way to his brother. " Noth, you got to stop breaking fists with your face" The barbarian grunted in approval of his friend's tenacity and ability to survive a brawl " What you say we retire for the night........unless you wish to play tag team?".

by **Antar** on September 26th, 2011, 5:18 am

Noth smiled for a moment, cursing his hurt shin where the midget had kicked him. He'd forgive a few sleights, it was bob after all, and it wasn't like the injury was attempting to outright kill or injure him. And as far as he knew, the dwarf hadn't attempted to steal from him either so it was only fair to let it go... he'd probably get back at the rascal later with a slap upside the head for his actions. Maybe two.

Yes, that would definitely be proper, two slaps to the back of the head. Nursing his injuries a little , Noth smiled as Cade came up to him. The display between the old man and him had been short by comparison, probably because the old man had been drinking more booze then a hundred sailors on shore leave... No wonder he lost like that..

Shaking his ruefully at Cade's words, Noth coughed a little before speaking. "I think its just best if we retire for the day Cade. I've had enough fun for now... really: I have. " Throwing his left arm over Cade's shoulder he gently pushed the large barbarian towards the door. As the two passed through the entrance of the Pig's Foot he started up on a story which faded from others ears as they disappeared into Sunberth's night, "Now did I ever tell you about the time I spotted a hairless jamoura asking out a konti for a date..."

~Fin

Antar's Skills Requests :

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by **Cachet** on September 28th, 2011, 4:07 pm

Antar :

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Zarek :

Conclusion:
In all it was a good barfight thread. I enjoyed it a ton and could visualize the chaos unfold in my head.