No New Friends... [Marcus]

by **Kisetukai** on July 11th, 2013, 7:40 pm

This guy was just as much as an ass as he was, literally, this was a shocker. K hadn't met anyone who acts as he did, yet he surely just had. Well, there was always Bolivar, but he was quiet at times. This guy on the other hand, was rowdy, and judging from the looks of it... He was just like him. And like always, K admired people who were just like him, especially the strong squires. He enjoyed every moment of being around the squires that made him proud, the ones that don't just sit around all day moping, the ones that fight. This was what being a squire was about. Yes, you had to learn the tenants of Sylir, but on occasion you were training to be q soldier for crying out loud. Regardless of age, fighting was a part of the job, you had to suck it up. And that exactly, was the point K was trying to dish out, as he tossed his scythe onto the ground with his shield.

"Hey!" He yelled out firmly, his voice booming through the yards, he was serious. "I'm squire Kisetukai, Kisetukai Yamehaka, squire of Ser Corben. And you? Your status?" He walked up to him, meeting him halfway. Waiting for an answer, he looked at him firmly, without any waver in his eyes, he was being as serious as could be. After getting his answer, he looked directly at the face of the boy. "Let's settle this.. Like men. No need for a rematch tomorrow, end now." There he went again, talking like Razkar, poor fellow. He really admired the guy, for some strange reason. "We fight with out fist, that's the best way for men to get point across..." He swiftly took off his shirt, tossing it on top of his scythe and shield. "This isn't a spar, it's a challenge. Because they say a man's identity is held in his fist... Well then tell me, who are you... Who are you exactly? I'm ready when you are... Let's end this before it gets too dark to fight."

Seriously, it was getting dark, an pretty soon boxing would prove useless, so he would have to end this fast. No time for playing around, this was how sore losers dealt with things. They punched them. Did this make him a bully? Nope, because anyone who called him that could get beat up to... This was being a man. In some weird egotistical kinda way.

Let's get ready to... Rumble?

by **Marcus Braeden** on July 15th, 2013, 5:06 pm

The guy was an ass. That was about it though. Marcus could tolerate asses. This guy didn't have shike on some of the characters Marcus had seen in Ravok. Now that was was some real shike. Slavers, villains, and all around nefarious characters, all living in harmony in one miserable city. Why the hell did his father decide to put up a shop there in the first place? Well, his father wasn't completely stupid. Come to think of it was a brilliant from a business stand point. In a town full of vile people, weapons would surely be the hottest seller. But too bad his father lacked the foresight that raising a family there would be a mistake. Marcus wondered how his brother and mother were doing.

"Hey!"

Marcus snapped back to reality. He raised his brow at the voice from behind him, and turned. This guy just didn't give up, and he looked angry now. Looks like Marcus just hit a soft spot or something. Kisetukai proceeded to formerly introduce himself, before calling on Marcus' response.

"And I am Marcus Braeden, squire to Ser Noah Kal'or" the former weaponsmith responded, a little bit of frustration breaking into his voice. He tried to remain calm, but this guy was starting to get on his nerves. This guy thought he was squire number one, and everyone else was number 100. Marcus was ready to turn again and proceed to walk away when Kisetukai started ranting again, and Marcus just had to stay and listen. The boy threw his equipment to the ground, even shedding his clothing. He put up his fists, and he wanted to connect one with Marcus' face. Marcus could have walked away, and he really should have. He was not trained in any style of unarmed combat, and was walking right into a losing battle.

"I dunno about this fist. I still prefer a good blade. I think it gets the point across better" Marcus scoffed, as he took his gear and carefully set it on the ground. "Alright let's get this over with then..." Marcus said, firmly standing several yards from Kisetukai. He wasn't making the first attack this time.

by **Kisetukai** on July 27th, 2013, 7:45 am

Yeah... This was perfect, too good to be true, way too good. This guy thought he was an ass, an annoying little kid, a persistent little piece of dark skinned trash. Perfect, his favorite thing was always being underestimated. Well, not really, he truly loved respect. But second to that, was when a man believed that he was some cocky kid, some kid who didn't understand how to use these massive fist. Perhaps he was just blessed with this beautiful ass body from... What? You think he bought it? Wished and prayed to Izurdin? He didn't even know of such a god. This was pure dedication and work, not hard work, but pure cocky and awesome work.

The way this young man's voice sounded, it was like he truly didn't want to fight, and being an aspiring knight K couldn't just beat him up for no reason. That would just be pure assault, even worse Ser Corben wouldn't shut up about it. He would just keep telling him how he will never become a knight if he stays ignorant, what a great teacher. However, K hated to lose, and especially to strangers. Even worse was another damn squire, that's just not acceptable, not like this. And when this one accepted, well it was like he just got permission to release his seed in an infertile woman, he was a happy boy. Oh. Hell. Yes.

"Marcus... You already have my respect." K said as he began walking towards Marcus, his fist balled up, his face plastered with a cold mug. "Don't be a little bitch!" He made sure when he began to close in the distance, about two yards away, he ran up. Until leaping forward into Marcus's personal space, lunging forward with a right straight, aimed directly at the face accompanied with a roar of a yell. His right arm would instantly sink, just enough for a blazing fast left hook to slide right over it, apparently he was beginning to sweat. The hook was short, swift and fast, aimed to bump the cheek with a scratch. Side stepping right, he flung up with another speed attack, a swift rich right uppercut aimed for the mid section. Protection didn't matter to this boxer, right now he was just like a bull, he just wanted to relieve some stress. Finally he would bob back, his head flying back quickly and weave in with another left hook... If necessary. Overall though, he enjoyed a good live punching bag, it made being a boxer more fun.