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Postby Fallon on December 29th, 2013, 5:09 pm

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There was a pause, surprised almost as she spoke and then promptly tried to redeem himself with a smile. She gave him a look from the corner of her eye, her head tilting towards him. So quickly he tried to make an escape, to correct himself and save face from his current one of idiotic and foolish. It amazed her how quickly people changed face when things had the potential to turn ugly, showed how spineless they truly were. Her lip gave a curl, a spark forming in her eye. No, he had decided to step into the limelight and so she would assist in keeping him there.

"You reckon I could take him? Little me who doesn't know who his friends are?" She gave a loud announcement, repeating his words to the tavern. There was a tut, a shake of the head, mocking almost to his words before she looked to the thug, "How does that make you feel? It would make me feel pretty damned mad that some young sap, has just knocked your own strength." she gave a shrug, a low sigh with the kukri lowering. She gave a gesturing point to the back of the lad, "Gods above, I would be really mad to have my strength compared to that of a woman. No, correction, weaker than that of a woman. A poor, little, woman..." she raised her free hand to her forehead, her eyes watching the local turn his eyes away from her to the lad.

Fallon pushed down the urge to let loose a smirk, she needed to keep things under control to push the attention off of her and onto another. After that it would no longer be her problem.

"Insulting isn't it?" she fixed her eyes upon the local thug, and then slid them to the back of the other, "I know what I would want to do... and I think you do also. You seem like a clever one and quite capable to boot..." There was a lean of movement, her eyes watching the local as he burned his gaze on the lad. It would require little more to tip the scales, it just had to be the correct words. And whilst she hung there for a moment, letting the idea rest upon his shoulder. It was finally that she turned her head to fix upon the back of the speaker, her brow lifting, "So, why don't you show him?"

It was far from the point of being a suggestion, the way it hung on her tongue as a temptation, a lure and push from one direction into another. The thug gave a step towards Jax, his fist clenching and an angry scowl slowly creeping its way in. The thug gave a spit, "Oi. You. Don't you turn your back on me."
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Postby Adam King on January 2nd, 2014, 1:56 pm

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Hmm. She was feeding Jax to the wolf. But, all inflexions considered, this was not so much to take the heat off of her as much as it seemed to be about getting a little blood. And she didn't need it to be drawn by her blade either. Maybe, just maybe, it was a very very rough lesson she wanted to impart. Petch, Adam had empathised with the idea just moments earlier. Jax's decision to back off from being a hero mid-hero-ing hadn't helped either, for sure.

Adam considered engaging in the game of manipulating the thug some more. His consideration only took a couple of seconds. He wasn't jumping in on this anymore because re-deirecting the thug beyond this point would be done against the woman's intent, and she seemed the most dangerous person in the room at the time, except perhaps Fancy Ferguson. For that matter, he decided to look over to Fancy. The killer seemed to be most amused overlooking the real little play unfolding. So much so that Ferg' was even entirely ignoring the little wenchette on his arm. And so, Adam decided to also look back over to it with another sip from his drink.

Maybe Jax could swing that stick proper.



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Postby Jax Bradshaw on January 2nd, 2014, 4:34 pm

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The woman had convinced the thug to turn his angry intentions towards Jax instead of her. To say the least, after the girl had compared his skill to that of a female's, he hadn't taken it lightly. The thug ordered Jax to turn around in the gruff voice he'd been talking to the girl in. Jax just stopped in his tracks, smiling forwards so only the crowd in front of him could see his facial expression. He finally turned to face the trio of the thug, the girl and King, still smiling.

"You wanted something?"

"You, me, outside, now, little man."

Jax looked on at the man in confusion after being called little man, but realised the thug had a good few inches of height on him and was built like a bear. Jax eyed the girl before looking at King, studying each and every person's faces to see whether or not they looked a threat, whether they'd help the thug and promptly join the thug in his attempt to beat Jax or if they'd defend Jax against the man-bear-thing.

Jax pondered the idea of a fight with the man, before agreeing, deciding not to make himself look anymore like an idiot that the female had made him look already, "Let's go then, freak."

"You fool, little man."

Jax looked over at the girl, "When I beat your friend here, you owe me a drink."

Jax turned his back again and walked out into the cold air of the outside, the crowd and the thug swiftly following. Sunberthan's were almost always eager to see blood spill. That's what made Sunberth great in Jax's opinion.

He span around to the thug, still with the same, annoying smile, but this time the thug did something that Jax didn't expect would happen so quickly. The thug threw the first punch, hitting Jax in his nose and sending him toppling back into a mound of snow. He dropped his Quarterstaff and it rolled away from him. Blood from his nose dripped down into the snow below. Jax quickly tried to regain his footing, dizzy from the punch, and managed to do so. He took up a fighting stance, angry and now ready to kill the man.
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Postby Fallon on January 4th, 2014, 4:55 pm

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Fallon looked upon him a curling smile on her face, "He is not my acquaintance, and I owe nothing to the one who both demands and places down wagers of drinks." No, it was him who gave it in the first place and she had never excepted his offer on bets - and thus she would not give. How stupid it was to think she would play along with him. Snorting she watched as the crowd turned heads after him, the jeering cries and shouts of combat. There was no need to follow, it was only a fight after all. And the victor did not concern her.

She had done her bit, and diverted the attention away from herself and onto another. Nothing more to it. So, whilst men of blood took it outside, she remained inside. Drawing up her chair once more she sheathed the kukri away, a wave of the hand in front of Orvin to catch his attention. She gave the canine a firm nudge with her toe, her hand resting upon the growling muzzle as she looked him in the eye. Firmly she spoke, "Down. Heel boy." He continued his threatening growl, and so Fallon pushed firmer and harder, "I said, down" Pressing down upon his muzzle she forced him into lowering his head, and into a sit. She gave only a quick scratch around the ears and spoke in a low tone, "Good... good..."

The smack of flesh striking drew her attention, the shout of glee and for blood upon their lips. She could see the collection of bodies congregating around the door, their shouts and raising of fists as they hovered around it. Her eyes only gave a glance on occasion, but for the most part she allowed herself to let the men beat each other blood - it was their pleasure after all. Fingers pinched the bridge of her nose, as she took a lean in her chair, the mumble of a voice beneath her breath, "Thank petch that's over with. Now where on earth is he?"
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Postby Adam King on January 5th, 2014, 12:47 am

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With the woman rejecting Jax's request for some sort of ill-concieved sympathy and the fight taking shape outside, Adam picked up his drink and walked behind the crowd heading outside. His sight was aimed out from the woman to what could be made out happening outside and then back again towards her interaction with the eager wolf. Uninterested in the fight itself, his steps took Adam slowly and casually towards her. A faster movement outside and then the sound of someone dropping - likely Jax - made Adam wince and worry for a second. That passed.

Still, he advanced more towards the wolf-gal who'd played the situation there so well. Adam assessed her to be a woman of many means, and one had to network towards such people. Today's outsider with potential could be tommorow's crew boss. He sipped from the drink, one eye still on the barely-discernible fight outside. He was preparing to open the interaction with something to say that would express his being impressed while keeping a neutral and grounded tone as well, and that would also keep the door open to her just nodding or ignoring Adam away in case she needen't any more talk. But, as soon as he got close enough to the woman, approaching from outside of her visual field, a caught mutter of "... where on earth is he?" made Adam halt and discreetly about-turn, ready to head back towards the bar. No point in trying to make friends while a bladed lady was awaiting other company.



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Postby Jax Bradshaw on January 5th, 2014, 1:57 am

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Blood dripped from Jax's nose and into the snow beneath him, creating a trail whenever he moved. The brute had managed a lucky hit when Jax wasn't expecting it. He seemed pleased he'd landed the first hit, having a cocky smile that Jax was usually the one wearing, which just angered Jax all the more, fuelling his hatred of the man even further.

Jax was sidestepping all over the floor, trying to catch his attacker off-guard, or making it seem like that, but to no avail. In actual fact, he was trying to get closer to his Quarterstaff without alerting the thug or any of his comrades that might be sauntering in the crowd. He was a few feet away but the man he was fighting tried another attack, lunging at Jax with his left fist.

The blue-haired man swiftly reacted on impulse and crouched. The fist glided over his head by a few inches. Jax took it as an opportunity to attack and seized it by slamming his shoulder into the man's gut and tackling him to the ground. Jax got atop the man and proceeded to unleash a bombardment of fists all over the brute's head. But this guy wasn't going down easily, Jax figured, when he smacked Jax in his lower back with his knee, sending Jax tumbling over and sprawling out on the floor.

Both men were on their backs on the snow outside in front of at least thirty people, some of which were most likely thieves. Jax turned his head to the left and spotted his staff, only four, maybe five, feet from him. He ignored the pain in his back and rolled onto his front and crawled, slowly, towards the Quarterstaff. Jax got close enough and grabbed it with his left hand, but felt something also grab his left foot. The thug had recovered and pulled Jax back towards him, but Jax had got hold of his staff and turned onto his back.

Jax used the momentum from turning to swing the staff towards the brute's head. It connected with the man's cheekbone with an almost sweet-sounding crunch, in Jax's ears at least. His attacker almost instantly let go and wandered away, towards the tavern, but stopped. It seemed as though he was going to drop and die there and then, but no, he stayed standing. The bear-like man, dazed from the hit, turned. By then Jax had gotten to his feet and began running at the man, hate in his eyes. Jax threw the staff lightly at the man, who was distracted by it for a moment, but that was all Jax needed.

He slammed his shoulder right into the brute's chest, sending both men, bloody and bruised, tumbling towards the doors of the tavern. The thug was the first to go through, meaning less debris was bound to hit Jax. They crashed through the doors, taking one off it's hinges and essentially destroying the other. Jax got atop the man once again and placed his hands around the thug's throat, tightening the grip.

"Give up," Jax said through gritted teeth. "Give up and I'll let you live."
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Postby Fallon on January 19th, 2014, 8:29 am

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So the fight continued. Fists were met the angry jeering shouts of men in the air as fists and flesh met. And whilst that went on, with the goggling eyes of the tavern staring down in amusement, Fallon simply continued about her business. Orvin returned to the table, his head resting on the surface with his big eyes staring up at her, whilst his master returned to the empty tankard. There was only a quick hand signal to the barkeep, her eyes gesturing down to the table, "Something strong, I'm gonna need it." There was only the occasional glance out after that, she did not care at the moment as to who did what. And if demands were made then she would answer them with a simple straight up, no.

Tossing a miza at the staff when the drink was placed down, Fallon simply leaned back in her chair. Shoulders slumped forward, a somewhat bemused expression upon her face. And one that did not lift even as the fighting men crashed through the doors still focusing on beating each other silly. The owner of the bar however looked far from pleased with the destruction of his property, an angry scowl on his face and his voice raised in a series of angry shouts. She gave only a snort as she sipped from the stronger liquid, seemed bartenders didn't change no matter where they were from in the world.

Lips formed a line as she contemplated the stronger tasting gut rot, the fumes of the alcohol rising up and reaching her. It was certainly more pleasant than the ale, though she was still questionable as to the actual contents of the beverage. Her analysis continued however, even as the war cry of threatening death ruptured out across the tavern. Even Orvin's ears pricked up with curiosity, but Fallon simply gave him a pat on the head and continued her sipping. Either way, it sounded like things were beginning to wind down fighting wise. No doubt one of them would start bragging and demanding in any chime now, and if the hints weren't taken. Well, she would just have to deal with them.
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Postby Adam King on January 19th, 2014, 9:56 am

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With the doors crashing in, Adam's attention returned to the fight, if still observant of the wolf lady. Jax was trying to put the choke on the man now. Adam wondered how tactically wise that was. Choking forced you to either have your pride defeated or to do something desperate in the rush of fearing death. Still, he only sipped and watched on. Grips, strikes, the movement of bone and muscle. A lot you could learn without getting your ass completely bruised up.

Someone down along the bar that had come in rather recently, was muttering something about "all slaughtered like, eyes messed up and everything" in a rather panicked tone to his mates. Adam didn't give it a second thought though.



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Postby Jax Bradshaw on February 18th, 2014, 9:50 pm

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Jax kept his grip around the thug's throat, determined not to let up. To Jax, it was a sin to show weakness in front of others, especially the woman who enticed himself and the man he was beating into the brawl. It was almost as though if Jax lost the fight, he would be killed, which was more than likely with the bear-thing he was fighting.

The thug's lips started to turn blue, and Jax remembered what he told the girl previously, you never know who knows who in Sunberth. As Jax eased up on his hold, the man swung a limp fist towards Jax's chest, but it failed tremendously and just collapsed back down onto the floor. That tipped it over for Jax. The one moment he'd shown some modicum of kindness, the guy attempted to take advantage. Jax wasn't having it.

Jax pursed his lips and clenched is left hand into a fist and brought it up before crashing it down into the thug's cheek. That wasn't enough though, so Jax repeated the movement once more. Both times connected with the guy's head perfectly, and he was out cold. But, just to make sure, Jax swung the back of his fist into the right temple of the thug, and it clattered off his head again.

After searching the pockets of the unconscious thug and stealing his coin pouch, Jax got up onto shaky feet, but steeled himself and made his way through the crowd and to the bar, about two seats away from the girl. He produced the thug's coin pouch and took out around half of the money, and placing it onto the bar. It wasn't much, but it was about as much as the bartender was going to get out of Jax.

"That should cover the doors."

Jax folded his arms and placed his head in them for a few moments, getting back his bearings before facing the girl, the same stupid smile he'd been wearing at the beginning of the fight.

"I believe you owe me a drink?"
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Postby Fallon on February 24th, 2014, 2:57 pm

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There was no raise of brow, nor simple acknowledgement as the fight continued. Unless the shifting of weight and the movement of the blade round so it was more comfortable counted as one. Her hand patted against the head of Orvin, slow and steady with a low hum to match. Even the occasional soothing voice broke out to instil a sense of calm into the beast. She did not need him leaping up and reacting badly. Besides, if his master had yet to take any real worry over the situation why should he?

With the booing and hissing tavern around them, and the jeering shouts of men reaching out into the cold night did the fight finally come to a close. So what if the victor was the little man? It just meant Fallon had one less being to deal with - more so if he was already injured and in such a state from his brawling. He had strained himself, tired and used up energy - Fallon on the other hand was fresh and spritely. For the most part.

Or at least until the lad made his way over once more. Blinking slowly she largely ignored him, silently hoping that he would simply move on and go chase some other prey. No luck however, for there he stood, defiant and grinning for whatever reason. Her hand rested upon the hilt of the tulwar this time, ready to draw with her feet planted firmly on the ground.

"No I do not. I never accepted your wager or gave in to your demands," she did not even look up at him as she stared into the bottom of her mug, obviously disinterested with the whole ordeal and that the exchange of one local for another of equal or possibly worse demands. Finger tips drummed against the surface, the other continued its rubbing against the head and jaw of Orvin for a few more chimes. And whilst she was silent, waiting for some quick come back from him, did she simply rub the gloved digits together as if cleansing herself from some sickening thought, "So, are you done? Or are you now going to tantrum like a child?"
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