Open Surcease Of Sorrow (Kaie and Buras)

[Buras]

Buras was shocked at being called a barbarian Barbarian? Odd how people think each other are barbarians or savages, especially here. "Well, I need to defend myself, but I don't have my knife on me at all times." Buras says gesturing to his knife at his hip "I think I'm pretty good as it is now. But if I ever meet someone like you out on the streets, I would be lying like Karim is. I'll repay you however you want." I hope I haven't gotten in over my head with this one. Buras thought. Oh well, win some lose some. OOC: Sorry about that, I saw open so I felt like joining. And sorry for not having this hidden away like you, still new to this.

[Razkar]

"Well, I need to defend myself, but I don't have my knife on me at all times."

The Myrian's stony gaze flicked to the knife on the human's belt and then flicked back. Ah. So it was instruction he wanted. Well, that was hardly surprising, he supposed. Half the gladiators in the Pits made their side money as trainers of hired muscle.

"I think I'm pretty good as it is now. But if I ever meet someone like you out on the streets, I would be lying like Karim is. I'll repay you however you want."

"The only person you'll meet out on the street 'like me' is me, barbarian."

Razkar said lowly, looking down at the human with something between curiosity and disdain. Shrewd eyes took in the cheap clothes and the frontage of confidence. Few could claim to have no fear of Razkar when they first met him; Buras may have been hiding it well. But there was little he saw that told Razkar the human had either the gold or the grit to take his lessons, and he was getting thirsty...

But, for the sake of amusement and disabusing the poor barbarian of his illusions, perhaps one demonstration.

"Pretty good." He said back, parroting the lukewarm words the human had given him. "Pretty good gets you a grave him the Slap Heap, barbarian. Be the best you can be or be nothing. Half the ashes in the air are those of men who thought they were pretty good."

The Myrian stepped back before the human could answer and spread his arms, letting the man see the plethora of steel attached to him. The gladii at his hips; the kukri on his chest; the bow over his back and the cloak of sewn scalps covering it all.

"Attack me." He felt Kaie stiffen just slightly at his side and glanced her way, mutteirng low in their shared tongue. "Just a quick lesson, female. No need to fret."

Then he turned his steady, wolfish gae back to the human. "Pull your blade and attack me. Now. Or would you prefer I attack you?"

OOC :

Here is a list of all the things you can do with the BBC Codes, such as the scroll-overs and spoilers and such.

[Buras]

"Attack me." "Ok, if you insist. And my name is Buras, not Barbarian." Instead of drawing his knife, Buras went for a straight punch for the ribs. That would be followed by a an upper cut to the face, head area. OOCThank you for showing me this. And sorry for making this short. I don't know how character vs. character fights work or should work.

[Razkar]

"OK, if you insist. And my name is Buras, not Barbarian."

Razkar opened his mouth to shoot back a barb but before he got the chance, the human tensed and-

Here it comes.

-his right arm shot out, aimed at his rib's, quite the body shot but-

-Razkar's left arm dropped down and he gritted his teeth as the impact of the fist on his forearm shook and bit into the wound on his chest. But before he could retaliate this "Buras" was moving again, arm moving low before rocketing straight up-

-only for Razkar to sway back, avoiding the blow entirely-

-and unceremoniously lashing out with his right foot aimed straight between the smaller man's legs-

"Lesson One: Fuck 'fair'."

-following it up with a shot, vicious right jab at the man's throat just after his foot connected or was blocked... though he was doubting the latter. A body shot and an uppercut? The man clearly thought he was in a boxing ring, with a ref and a break every two minutes. But this was Sunberth, and fair fighting was not so much alien as outright despised.

He restrained himself, though. Razkar had no desire to neuter or maim; just educate. Unfortunately for Buras, a Myrian Education was a painful one.

OOCFirst of all, don't have the dialogue of two people on the same line, it looks confusing.

Secondly, and more importantly, we DO NOT do two-line replies here. This isn't that kind of site. You need to stretch it out and try to play out the scene a little more. I'm not saying fill it with pointless filler, but there is a lot you could have done here.

Explore Buras' trepidation about fighting a man he'd just seen butcher four men; his own experiences with a knife, maybe even the last time he used it; describing the tunnel, passers by watching curiously, maybe even standing around to watch. That kind of thing.

But NEVER a reply that short. Keep that up and the Staff will be on you sharpish.

As far as the actual combat went, you have the right idea: you describe what you'd LIKE to happen, not what WILL happen, thus giving your partner/opponent wriggle room to respond in kind. Otherwise it's godmodding and I've done that before, so be careful. And as you can see, when it comes to Player-to-Player Combat, ALWAYS make it as detailed as you can without making it tedious to read, just to make sure you're covering your bases and the other guy knows exactly what's going on.

[Buras]

When the Scalper moved away from his uppercut, Buras was thrown off balance, then came the truly low blow. Clutching his genitals in pain, Buras falls to the ground. Gasping for air, Buras hears the man say "Lesson one: Fuck fair." "Dully noted." Buras gasps out. But a slight light of defiance comes to Buras's eyes. Gritting through the pain, Buras sweeps his legs out to try and trip the man. Fuck fair. Well, let's see how he likes rolling around in the dirt with me. If he did trip Scalper, Buras did not know. For once he did that, he started to get up, or at least tried. Oh how it hurt, the man could have gone for a less precious spot. Looking over at the Scalper's companion, Buras couldn't help but think how lucky girls can be. At least they don't have to worry about the family gems. OOCI'm pretty sure this is long enough, and descriptive, if I do say so myself. But I'm open to some constructive criticism.

[Razkar]

If there was one thing Razkar had learned from his countless sparring sessions, it's that you should never underestimate an opponent so far out of your league. Not just because your arrogance can blind you to what they can do; not even because the desperate amateur will attempt moves that a cool veteran wouldn't consider.

Because it only takes a couple of good blows in as many ticks to tip the fight in their favor.

So the Myrian kept his caution even after the human went down, gasping, bent over, balls throbbing and throat far tighter than it should be. He paused, just for a tick, wondering if he should help the man up or step around him-

-then Buras' legs lashed out, sweeping low and looking to knock his own from under him.

Not bad at all.

Razkar felt his leg go and his arms shot down instinctively, screaming pain in his bandaged chest pushed down and ignored. The man had some fight in him, and some creativity. Good; he would respond in kind.

The Myrian's hands smacked down on the ground, holding him up from it-

-and he kicked out with his left foot aimed at Buras' face-

-his right foot launching at his stomach, both blows aimed at buying him some time to jerk his feet back under him and get back to his feet, and giving the human some fresh dimensions of pain to think about at the same time.

"Well done," he bit out between breaths, "Put your enemy down, he's much easier to take. But you have to keep him there."

[Kaie]

One moment they were sauntering their way through the tunnels with promise to quench her thirst, and the next there was a...distraction. He appeared out of virtually no where, that human. The way he addressed Razkar, "The Scalper," in the manner he did made the corners of her lips turn up in amusement. Whatever her companion had been up to lately (which apparently was quite a bit) it was earning him some fearsome titles. Reputations were everything in a place like Sunberth. They either worked to one's benefit or they brought swords to one's back depending on their nature and the people in their company. The only middle ground was invisibility, and when one's as exotic as the loin clothed pair, such a luxury was never available. The mere fact the individual so easily approached them left her brow in a knit of perplexity.

Of course he's not one of mine, she thought bitterly when his words reached her. Before she could recover from the peculiar boldness of the man the conversation had already progressed. At the obvious statement of facts, a savage snarl of a grin danced upon her face, but when his business was finally stated, Kaie simply couldn't keep herself quiet. A short round of unimpressed laughter slipped from her lips as her eyes searched Razkar's face. Their thoughts seemed to be almost one and the same. Yet just when she swore he'd reply in the likeness of "Ma'khan'um" with the proper hand gesture to match, he took the man on. Apparently The Scalper had strange sense of humor to sate.

"Just a quick lesson, female. No need to fret."

"I'm not worried. This can't last long," She pointed out in their tongue with dark satire, wasting no time to step out of their way to press her back against the tunnel wall. And she was right.

Just when the kid struck out at the veteran, Razkar put him right down with the kindness of an executioner. A flicker of emotion did cross her features when the man made a clever move with his feet to drop the Myrian male, but then she grew stoic once more. There was hardly a moment for his concern to begin with. Like the rest of Taloba, Razkar had spent a good share of his life getting shyke on in the Training Yards. She'd seen what he could do with Myri's Blessing and a something sharp in his hand. If a simple leg sweep from that guy could put a Myrian male like him aware, there was a serious problem.

[Buras]

Buras felt something crash into the side of his head, quickly followed by something hitting him in the gut. Buras grabbed them, out of instinct more than anything else, and realized that these were Scalper's legs he was holding. Time to return the favor. And with that thought going off in Buras' head, he started kicking were he thought the Scalper's genitals were. Kicking again and again, not caring if he hit or missed. At this point he was just determined to leave this man walking a little funny. With his energy spent. Buras lets go and roles away. Clawing his way to his feet, Buras staggers a little farther away still. "Anything else you want to teach me, teacher." he said sarcastically. Looking over at the girl, he says. "Do you have to put up with him beating the crap out of everyone that asks for a little advice?" Not really expecting an answer, Buras goes on. "A favor is owed. Let's go get a drink." And maybe something to bring down the swelling.

[Razkar]

Tenacious, this one. Very good.

Buras may not have been a natural brawler, but he soon got into the swing of things. Razkar's feet connected solidly with their targets but Buras had just enough sand left to grab onto them, seeking to hold him steady for-

Not tonight, barbarian.

-and Razkar pushed himself up from his hands and twisted his body around in midair, spinning horizontally above the ground-

-the quick, whirling motion ripping his feet from Buras' hands-

-then jerking his knees up and into his chest and bac under him, rising to his feet and whirling around to face his... what, exactly?

Well, we'll find out.

"Anything else you want to teach me, teacher. Do you have to put up with him beating the crap out of everyone that asks for a little advice?"

By now, of course, quite a little crowd had gathered in the tunnel, leaving barely enough room for those just seeking passage. A clutch of gladiators, slaves, friends and well-wishers (rare and elastic those last two were in Sunberth, anyway) ringed the trio, and Razkar wasn't surprised to see gold changing hands.

Any excuse to make a wager.

"Not without payment, barbarian," he shot back casually, paying him back for his sarcastic tone with the term he hated. He let Kaie speak for herself, of course, then patted her on the shoulder. "Time to go. No worse for wear."

"A favor is owed. Let's go get a drink."

"Indeed it is," Razkar said, but pushed past the human without a backward glance, "And you'll be doing it alone, barbarian. Tonight I drink with my friend, not strangers."

He left it longer than he should have, in retrospect. Perhaps there was a glimmer of sadism in his actions, but Razkar couldn't have claimed it was due to injury. Buras was bruised and battered across his body; Razkar has a bruise on his leg in return. But he never liked sarcasm, and it was only the spirit Buras had shown that saved him from breaking his nose.

The Myrian sighed inwardly, glancing over his shoulder and seeing the little man bereft. You're getting soft, male...

"But come back tomorrow night!" He hollered back, pace not slowing as they got to the winding stairs to the surface. "Bring bandages and bring gold; I'm not a sodding charity."

Then the Scalper was gone with his companion, cloak flicking a brief and grisly goodbye at Buras as they vanished up the stairs, the shadow of a limp in one of his legs.

OOCOK, that's enough for now, Buras. I'll have another thread up in a few days where we can meet again.

[Buras]

"But come back tomorrow night! Bring bandages and bring gold; I'm not a sodding charity." Buras heard the man shout before leaving. Not with me. Oh well, his choice. Didn't want to get drunk anyway.When the man was walking away, Buras was glad to see he was walking with a slight limp. "I will see you tomorrow night then." Turning on his heels, Buras hobbles in the opposite direction. Feeling the split lip he had gotten from the kick he received, Buras was struck by a sudden realization. What have I gotten myself into? Bandages, for some practice!? I'll be lucky if I am able to walk right after this. I dread what he will do to me next. And how much gold should he bring? So many things to figure out, so little time to do so. OOCExit Buras