[Rearing Stallion] Ruin My Salvation, I Will Ruin Your Face

by **Vaspira** on April 11th, 2013, 2:58 pm

Vaspira felt the woman push her, push here hard enough to make her stumble. Had it not been that she had prepared her body in a defensive stance, she would not had time to dig in her heels before she went tumbling. Her hand flew out behind her, catching on the table and she pushed herself back up, ”Petch.” Vaspira said, and glared at the woman before her.

It was obvious the fight had begun between the two drunken ladies. The alcohol made everything seem different though, not as concentrated as she would have been in a spar for training. Vaspira struck out, aiming for the woman’s side. It was a tender spot she knew all too well, especially when training with tall, large men in the Spires. Vaspira struck out with a balled fist, aiming for the left side of the woman. If it connected the woman would double over in pain, and when that happened she would strike again against the woman.

Though the Kelvic was not sure how fast or hard her punch would be, everything felt different while induced under alcohol. It could have been harder than she intended, or softer. The Kelvic was not sure of course, everything seemed to whirl around her as she struck out, trying to put her body into the punch, but keeping her body fluid for the sake of safety and defense.

OOCI am not sure if you ever been in a fight or spar with another person. But as a side note, you can not RP what happens to the other character, you just have to state what you did, and then I RP what happens to me. Like I did here, I say I swung a punch towards your side, but I did not say it connected. That is up to you to say whether it did or not, as long as we RP in our level of 'brawl' or 'hand to hand combat'.

by **Hadyn Skellig** on April 13th, 2013, 5:46 am

Even in her drunken state Hadyn anticipated some manner of rebuttal from the girl, already moving back. But her hit landed painfully in Hadyn's side, despite her attempt to avoid it. Her backwards momentum was aided by the force of the blow, pushing the blacksmith into a table, as she reflexively doubled over. The pain was dulled by the alcohol, though it still caused dark spots in her vision. Her hand grasped behind her both to steady herself and to find purchase on an object.

That object happened to be a mug, only a quarter of the way full. Hadyn's fingers wrapped around the object, dragging it from the table and up over her head. She tried to remain out of her attacker's way while simultaneously bringing the mug down. If the girl tried to strike her again, the tankard would come heavily down upon her, booze and all. Hadyn knew she would go for another attack - it was natural. But she hoped the girl wouldn't be expecting the pottery from above.

OOCMy bad. Has been a good five years since I've written any fisticuffs scene. Sorry

by **Vaspira** on April 14th, 2013, 6:18 pm

Vaspira smirked as the fist contacted with flesh, making the woman double over and hit the table. In her drunken state she could not determine when the right time was to strike. So she did not wait, instead she came at the woman full force, ready to tackle her to the ground. But before she could even hit the woman with her tackle, a hard something hit her. The smell of beer poured all around her as she fell to the ground before the woman at the heavy hit.

Vaspira wanted nothing more than to sit there looking at the stars and walls move around her, but instead she struck out like a predator would, swiping her legs at the other woman’s legs, trying to get her on the ground with her. Vaspira honestly was not sure what to do if the woman fell to the ground, she was too drunk to really determine the best course of action, and in all honesty the best course of action was to never of gotten into this situation in the beginning.

by **Hadyn Skellig** on April 15th, 2013, 5:12 pm

"How's that y'petchin' bi-"

Hadyn's words were swallowed up as her feet were literally (if not painfully) taken from beneath her. Landing on the ground in a heavy heap, the woman winced as her hip hit the ground solidly. The drunken haze responsible for this fight had the blacksmith swimming in languid reaction time, her hands pressed to the floor as she pushed her torso to sit. Her hip and forearms screamed with dull pain from bearing the impact of her fall. The location of the girl's initial hit burned and made her feel ill, but in her inebriation she tried to ignore it.

Before she could respond Cillian was behind her, his arms under hers to lift her and (hopefully) carry her out of the tavern. But Hadyn wasn't finished with her opponent. As the male blacksmith heaved her to unsteady feet, Hadyn's left foot shot out to kick the girl - though she couldn't rightly see where she was aiming. The bulk of the other sat near enough that her kick could land, but the woman was no longer able to keep the room from spinning. She might easily be kicking at the air.

As her foot struck out, Hadyn pulled away from Cillian, stumbling to the side and very nearly falling over again.

by **Vaspira** on April 17th, 2013, 3:52 pm

Vaspira sit up, hunched over slightly, but laughed as the other woman fell to the floor. It was a little funny to her, or maybe it wasn’t funny, she was not sure she was too drunk to discern. She shook her head from side to side, hiccupped slightly, and watched as some bloke lifted the woman up to carry her away. Vaspira’s eyes narrowed as someone took her prey away, but she smirked and shrugged her shoulders, thinking that that was the end of that. Alls well that end---

Then out of nowhere the woman’s foot struck out, connecting with Vaspira’s chin. The pain from that blow bloomed out and made her teeth shatter slightly, any harder and she might of lost a tooth. Anger welled up inside the Kelvic, and she started to take her tunic and pants off, not wearing underwear as they were constraining little boogars, and in an instant she shifted to her Kelvic form of a Black Leopard. The woman had broken away from the man and was stumbling sideways, and Vaspira leaped up into the air, aiming to land on the woman.

She snarled and growled at the woman, and even roared a little bit, threatening her with her sharp teeth and large size. Telling her to end it now, or be ripped to pieces by her claws. The hit to her chin had ignited her anger, and all thought and reason had left the Kelvic. The only thing driving her forward was the anger the woman had fueled, and if she had a leveled head at that moment, had not been fueled to move by anger, or even drunk, then she probably would not have reacted in such a way.

by **Hadyn Skellig** on April 17th, 2013, 4:10 pm

The petch...?! One moment she was on her feet ready to walk out of the tavern, the next she was slammed to ground a very large, very angry feline pressing down upon her with all of Myri's rage. Her head hit the floor with a thud, eyes wide as she stared into the gaping maw of a black leopard. What in Mizahar was a large cat doing in the tavern? Alert the guards! Who would let a panther into the petchin' bar? Not good.

"Shyke," Hadyn managed, the pain of the enormous animal's weight upon her barely registering. Where was that bitch? Was this her familiar? Why hadn't Hadyn noticed a huge petching leopard waltzing around the tavern. How drunk was she?

It didn't occur to her that perhaps her opponent was, in fact, the very same giant predator hovering inches from her face. In Hadyn's inebriated mind all she could see were vicious canines so incredibly close to her she could almost taste the blood they would draw. She could hear the shocked horrified voices around her but her focus was on the creature above her.

"By Kelwyn's teeth, y'made your point," the woman breathed, immobilized beneath the cat. She didn't dare mention that it was the other that initiated the fight. She may be drunk and stupid but she didn't have a death wish. With a half smile of apology, Hadyn lay still, hoping the feline was not preparing to rip her throat out.

by **Vaspira** on April 28th, 2013, 5:03 pm

So close was the woman’s throat, ready to be ripped out and her life’s blood screaming to be feasted upon. Blood lust coursed through her veins, almost out of control, ready to sink her teeth into the fragile flesh and rip away until there was nothing left. Drool dripped out of the felines opened, hissing mouth, landing on the woman’s flesh. As she let a growl, then reality sat in. She was in a tavern, full of people, guards surely right outside, this was a stupid idea. The woman did seem to be apologetic after all, with a small smile, and stating that she made her point.

Vaspira growled as sanity came back to her and she shook her head, removing her hefty feline body from the woman, and shifting in a bright display of lights that was just as quickly smothered as she stood up in her human form, she offered the woman lying on her back her hand, ”Maybe some other time we can dance. Human and feline.” Vaspira offered with a half smile, ”For now I must apologize for my drunken behavior.” Ah it was true, the former buzz was soon forgotten during the shift to her Kelvic form. The sweet salvation ruined, so what was the point of holding on to it now. Now was the time to make apologies and amends, and hopefully to tamper down the crowd of excited people before guards came rushing in to arrest her. She had no time for such things, she needed to sniff out what information she could about her father, and hopefully be rid of this walled fortress and back into the wilds once again.

by **Hadyn Skellig** on April 29th, 2013, 2:02 am

The shift from animal to human wasn't doing Hadyn's failing grip on reality any favors. Confusion registered plainly on her face. She sat up as the large mammal retreated, her vision narrowed as she vainly attempted to see better by squinting. The woman blinked with definitive uncertainty as the feline became a girl again. Hadyn's mouth was open as if she were ready to remark on the change but no words came forth.

Her attacker, on the other hand, was issuing an apology and assistance. The blacksmith tilted her head up to look, brows furrowed with concentrated effort. That was it? Moments ago she was prepared to poke the cat in the eye for her trouble, not willing to die without a fight. But it seemed the intensity and desire to kill all but disappeared from the Kelvic's intentions. Just as well but obnoxiously perplexing.

"Eh," Hadyn managed awkwardly, hesitant to accept the hand that could easily have torn her jugular moments ago. But the girl did seem to see reason and the blacksmith could not deny her respect for it. Receiving her aid, Hadyn lurched unsteadily to her feet, careful to mind her space around the previously livid Kelvic. Shoving loose hair behind her ear, the woman stepped back, settling her balance with a hand on the table. "Dance, if tha's what y'might call it. No, I think I'd be on t'losin' side if I tried 'gain."

Her words were slurred with inebriation and malcontent. Did she trust the girl? Petch no. But it seemed the brawl was at a close. For now. With a quirked grin, Hadyn rubbed a hand uneasily at the back of her neck, glancing at the staring eyes. Cillian stood on hand, one arm supporting the wrecked Yorick. With a wave to dismiss the man's concern, Hadyn turned back to the Kelvic.

"Might've been evenly matched were it not for t'shifting," she posited with a smile. Pain and soreness began to register as the awkwardness increased. Glancing at Cillian, who was shaking his head in a wary manner, Hadyn made the executive decision to leave before the Knights came tromping in to see what all the fuss was about. Stepping away from the Kelvic with a light grin despite the ache, the blacksmith canted her head.

"It's been... a pleasure," she drawled as her feet took her backward, ignoring the crowd. Cillian shadowed her with Yorick, ready to assist her should the girl fly into a rage again. "Perchance I'll see you 'gain, though, frankly, I hope not." She was already fading into the crowd and when she could no longer distinguish the Kelvic amidst the bodies, Hadyn turned and fled. It wasn't her normal response but she'd been bested and really did not want to explain it to the Knights. Cillian followed silently, hauling the very reason for their plight roughly along.

Exiting the tavern, the woman paused to rest, a hand on her middle. Gods, she was going to hurt tomorrow.

by **Radiant** on July 3rd, 2013, 2:09 pm

Vaspira :

Hadyn :

Notes :

My radiance is not bright enough?

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, beam me a PM and we can work it out.

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+1 XP
Intimidation	+2 XP
Rhetoric	+2 XP
Brawling	+1 XP
Weapon: Mug	+1 XP

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