Closed [Anthonius Fighter's Pit] Brick and Face (Kreig)

[Zera]

46th Fall 513

Rain rising, gloom-lit field of mud and men. Here Zera was this day of downpour and clouded sun. His clothing damp from the torrent of water whipping to and fro, he had no care. This day he would prove his mettle, and train to become stronger. As the rain poured upon him, Zera had good thoughts. He would not let despair consume him, nor would he let it consume others this day if he had a say in it. Zera began to stretch, to make his body more limber. He raised his arms into the air and twisted his waist back and forth, raising his shoulders and arching his back until the familiar pop of a good stretch met his ears. Today was a day for sparring, and the mud happened to be as good a mat as any, so each had been removed from the field. Treacherous pot holes littered the mud from burly men digging their heels in from defiance and tenacity. It was truly a sight to behold, one for the heart, and the body. Kneeling in the mud, Zera whispered a few kind words to his patron deities. "I dedicate this day to Yahal, and I vow to uphold my conviction and vigilance for Priskil. I will fight to the best of my ability, to instill hope in those that will lose!" He then stood, getting onto his feet and turning to meet the first challenger that offered him some kind of match involving no weapons.

[Kreig Messer]

yes, it was petch aweful weather today, but Kreig did not want to spend it inside the dorms. He was too tired of being inside and was quite willing to risk the chance of a cold in this abysmal weather, it seemed there were quite a few others as bored as he as they all gathered at the Fighter's pit. He could see that the owner of the pit was quite disgruntled really, but coin was coin and if people wanted to learn from him despite the circumstances then they were free to do so.

Kreig himself was excited by the prospect of fighting, discarding his shirt and guantlets to the side as he began to flex and cracks his knuckles, various popping sounds being emitted as he did so. He chuckled as he felt his blood began to boil, his opponent was someone quite big...oh yes, quite big indeed 'Almost as big as Ser Titus I gather' Thought Kreig as he turned to look at him 'Yes, he looks to be a good fight indeed' Kreig chuckled to himself again, it was going to be more interesting too as he raised his fists.... yes, oh yes indeed 'Only punches lad, yes, make this as long as you can' Yes, he had limited himself...there would be no kicks, no elbows, no headbutss and certainly no tricks up his sleeve.... the man before him knew not of this limitation Kreig had placed upon himself, he'd most likely think him a beginner biting off more than he could chew...at first. He practiced punches, extending a quick jab with his left then a straight with a right as he stepped forward. Then went for a hook with his left and an upper cut with his right...the four basic punches of boxing, he was going to try and use them all for this fight.


"Well then kind sir, would you like to start things off" Kreig motioned for the man with his right to come closer "I promise, I don't bite too hard" But did the man before him did? Were the muscles on his body for show or was there skill to back them up? Either way if he did get punch in on, it promised to be quite damaging to the unprepared.

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[Zera]

Zera watched as a challenger stood before him, discarding shirt and metal gauntlets and cracking his knuckles. Zera looked over the man, noticing the slight build of muscle he had, and the rugged look of his dirty blond hair. He stared Kreig in the eyes, unsure of what to expect at first. He was weary. He watched as the man before him began to crack his knuckles and work himself up. He practiced punching the air, showing the signs of boxing. Was this man a boxer? Zera watched the man, observing his form. It was better than his, for sure, but the man was expending his energy before the fight had even began. Did this man in front of him really have boundless energy? He couldn't be sure. Zera only knew that this fight would be a tough and difficult one, where he couldn't be sure of the outcome. Kreig began to bait him into starting the fight. It was obvious this man knew about him about as much Zera knew about Kreig- very little. Zera decided to initiate the fight regardless. If this man intended to box, so would he. If he tried any dirty tricks, so would he. Zera took one quick step forward, splashing mud in every direction. He was testing Kreig, to try and see what he would do. "Bare Knuckle, eh?" He said. He thought he might as well introduce himself. "I hope you are quick. My name's Zera." Then, Zera put his arms up, and raised his shoulders. He guarded most of his face, sure to keep his right foot forward and his left foot back as he stepped ever closer to the challenger. When he found himself in range, Zera let out a heavy-handed jab at the center of the man's torso before turning slightly to the left, pouring momentum and power into a slightly curved right uppercut directed at Kreig's chest. His left arm retreated to the guarding position, gripping his hand into a tight ball to try and dampen the pain of any retaliatory blows he happened to reflect with that arm.

[Kreig Messer]

It seemed the man tried to be intimidating as he took a sudden step forward ' Trying to gauge a reaction out of me, gent? I'm afraid I'll give you no reaction to something as weak as that' Kreig thought, then chuckled silently as the giant man also raised his fists and took a boxing position 'heh...Bare knuckles indeed' He wondered if the man was coincidentally holding back himself, or was he truly a practitioner of the art of pugilism? Was he much better than a novice like Kreig? "My Name is Kreig, I'll show you something better than that"

He received his answer, he received it quite clearly so. He could see the giant's movements, see it quite clearly.... the man was as novice as he was when it came to the art of pugilism, but it was not only that... it was just an assumption on Kreig's part, but he believed the man to be inexperianced 'No, can't be sure of that...we've just started after all' Came the thought as the first blow, a heavy handed jab to the chest which the brawler casually stepped to the side of Zera's left as he lowered his arms to his chest as the giant then performed an uppercut to his chest, his arms absorbing the bulk of the powerful attack 'AHH, powerful indeed....that muscle ain't just for show' Kreig let out a feral grin as he pushed away the arm

'Good punch indeed, but...' It could have been stronger, Kreig could only chock it up below the idea that the man was inexperienced as Kreig assumed. Without wasting a tick, he moved forward up close and personal as he threw a hook punch to the man's ribs, ready to follow it up with a straight punch to his abdomen then jump back and raise his arms close together in front of half his face 'Come on, prove me wrong....if you don't, I've no trouble making a mockery of you' He glared at the man before him, trying to cow him into showing his full potential, Kreig wanted a good fight...and by the gods he will get it!

Lest the hound shows his fangs.

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