Flashback Brawling with experience

[Gregory]

spring 509 15th Once again Gregory was waiting in the cage, listening to the howls and yells of the crowd as they where cheering for the people fighting in the pit. Enjoying the blood sport. A loud cheer rose up and the door of his cage was pulled open, the guard throwing a dagger and a bastard sword inside. “Your turn shorty. Give the crowd a show.” “Oh petch off, if you're that worried about the audience why don't you go fight yourself? Or are you too busy sucking on yer mum's tit.” He shot back. Grabbing the dagger, sticking it in the belt, and holding the bastard sword loosely in his hand. The guard scowled at him and struck him across the face. Gregory just looked the man straight in the eyes before spitting in front of his feet. “Me mum hit harder then you.” “With the way you act she probably had a lot more practice! You foul brat! Now get your ass in the cage before I cut you down myself. Greg rolled his eyes. As if the man would do that, if they really wanted to kill him they would arrange it to be a show in the cage. Blood always satiated the crowd as far as he picked up here. And the ones running this show really liked profit. He walked past him, ignoring the man's further foul muttering's and got into the arena.. the loud cheers and jeers of the crowd still unnerved him. Even after the few fights in the pits already. He took a deep breath to try and get the jitters under control. He didn't need shaking hands in the middle of a fight. He looked towards his opponent. A similarly armed man, slightly older then him. Just like him, just wearing a set of pants and nothing else. Gregory took a few steps closer, holding his sword at the ready. “What you waiting for ya vagik! Pissed your pants already?!” He bellowed out. Trying to sound more confident then he actually was. No matter that it was just bluster, at least it got the others attention. “You're the one who looks as if he's barely out of diapers!” The man shot back as he rushed him. Gregory growled as he braced himself, catching the clumsy swordblow of the other man with his own sword. Having to use both hands to stop the blow. “I'm not a petching baby you overgrown ape!” He shot back as he pushed the sword tot he other side and kicked the man's leg as hard as he could. Before slamming into the man with his shoulder, putting all the weight he had behind it. Even slightly unbalanced from the kick to his chin, the force he put behind the shove wasn't enough to knock him down. He stumbled back a few steps but that was it. Gregory gritted his teeth and swung his sword at the mans chest, trying to catch him off guard. The man dodged it without even a scratch on him. That went on for a few more times. Both of them dodging each other's clumsy blows before the taller man managed to slap his blade away and smashed the pommel of his sword into his face. The world spun for a few moments and he fell on his arse, the sword falling out of his hand. He heard a loud cheer coming from the crowd. As soon as his vision stopped swimming he managed to see the other man. Holding his hands high up in the air as he stood a few feet away from him. Receiving the praise of the crowd and smirking at the downed boy. Greg spat out the mouthfull of blood and stood back up. Drawing his dagger and scowling at the man. Slowly inching towards his sword. But the man quickly attacked him. Driving him away from his sword with wild inaccurate swings. Greg didn't know a lot of formal fighting. But he had enough brawls under his belt to know he was pretty petched now. Less reach, his head was bleeding while he still hadn't hit the other guy. So yeah he was in the disadvantage here. Still he wasn't going down without a fight. He grabbed hold of the dagger and glared at the older man. “What ya showboating for old man? Why don't you save that for after you beat me. If ya can.” He mocked him. But once again his bluff was hollow.

[Gregory]

The man knew his bluff was hollow and just laughed. Closing the distance and swinging his sword at his head. Trying to take it off. Gregory backed off, dodging the large swings with the sword. But he was forced to give up ground, if that kept happening he would end up with his back against the wall eventually. “come on! Are you blind! I'm right in front of ya! Can't you hit me! Or should I stand still for ya!” He taunted the man. Making an obscene gesture at him while he did it. The swings went wider and wider. Untill eventually the man swung so hard the sword was grinding against the sandy ground with each swing. Gregory took advantage of the wide opening closed the distance and stabbed his dagger deep in the man's shoulder. He felt the blade scrape against bone. He got a fist in his stomach for the effort that knocked him back though. But he couldn't help but grin as he watched the older man grab his shoulder in pain. The blood leaking out between his fingers. Now they both where bleeding and they were level again. “I'll get you for that you miserable brat!” The older man bellowed out as he raised his sword again. Gregory scowled, right that guy still had that bloody sword of his and the guy was standing between his own sword and him. He needed to get around him. He started simple, just slowly circling around the man. Acting as if he was just looking for an opening. The guy picked up on what he was trying to do pretty fast and just kept himself between him. The standoff lasted for just a few moments. The crowd wasn't liking it, yelling that they should get on with it and screaming for their blood. Greg wasn't a very experienced pit fighter yet. But the fact he knew that if he didn't entertain the crowd he would petched. Even the other man knew it. The elder man rushed him swinging his bastard sword with only one hand. Greg let out a curse as he dodged the first blow, but barely. He tried to go on the offensive again, but this time the other man wasn't making the mistake of overextending again. Keeping him at bay with quick and short thrusts and slices. Greg decided to take a chance and lunged towards his opponent. Trying to twist to the side to avoid the sword. He was able to draw back quickly enough to receive a shallow cut across his chest. He backed off his opponent following him on the heel. If he couldn't get his own sword back he at least needed to disarm his opponent. He swung at the man's hand, only for him too get his hand out of the way and retaliate with a swing he barely managed to duck under. He gritted his teeth and did another slash at the man's hand. Once again missing. But this time at least he managed to get the man to back off. They both stared each other down for a few moments. His opponent breathing heavily as the blood kept flowing from his wounded shoulder. Gregory grinned, he was wearing him down slowly but surely. Those long cuts of himself weren't as bad as the puncture wound till the bone in his shoulder. He closed the distance. He needed to keep him moving, force him to fight and tire himself out. Then he could go in for the kill. He swung at the man, turning the strategy of short shallow attacks that his opponent used a while ago. It didn't work even half as well as it would have with a longer weapon, but it was enough for the wounded and tired fighter too be put on the defense. He kept aiming at the man's hand holding the sword. In the end the man slowed down enough for gregory too slice him across his hand. Forcing him to drop his bastard sword. Gregory immediately took advantage of it and tackled him to the floor, dropping his dagger, having two hands free would work better here. He pinned his opponents good arm in between them and started to smash the guy's face in with everything he had. He had to struggle to keep the man from throwing him off but the struggling became weaker and weaker, until eventually the man just stopped moving. Giving a few extra punches to make sure he wasn't just faking it he stood up and walked away. Not caring if the guy was dead or just unconscious. He gathered up his weapons and walked back to the cage. Where the same bastard from before took his weapons and shoved him back inside. In the last glimpse of the pit he saw the unmoving body of the other man being dragged out of the pit. Then the door fell shut.

[Nemesis]

Gregory

Knowledge :

Skills

Skill	XP
Brawling	+1
Intimidation	+2
Observation	+1
Weapon: Bastard Sword	+1
Weapon: Dagger	+1

Lores

*Entertain the Crowd to Live

Micellaneous :

Injuries

*Black eye, healed within thirty days

Loot/Expenses

*None

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Notes

*I have to admit that I got a little confused when reading this, Greg. You use the pronoun 'he' a lot to refer to both Gregory and the attacker, which makes it all very confusing. It also makes it hard to give XP where it's deserved as I'm not sure if your character is doing the action or the NPC. Take your time over the descriptions and sometimes be a little more explicit in who you are referring to.
*Otherwise, was a nice thread

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