PM to join [Fighter's pit] (Svaeia) Hot Blooded First Meeting

[Garland]

Fall 25 514AV

The Fighter's Pits, a place where fighting in all forms were accepted and practiced. The area, despite the cold was still filled with people, some wearing armor, some shirtless, some sparring, and some just fighting dummies.

There were a few sitting on the benches, looking at the fights, waiting for their turn. Garland was one of these people. He was wearing his full plate armor, along with shield and sword. The cold made the steel of the weapons feel more deadly.

Garland crossed his arms impatiently, waiting for the previous fight to be over. Most people that use bastard swords like the one he has fight with two hands, but he felt like it was a waste, his sword arm was strong enough to lift the sword and swing it. But today he wanted a good ol fist fight, he felt like he was getting rusty, but he knew that his constant sword training made his arms stronger and his kicks harder. Luckily he brought some lighter clothes for fist fighting.

Now all he needed was a partner.

[Svaeia]

Syrilas: The city of safety, normality, and stone cold walls and stone cold floors. So safe, because of the knights, that were usually nice enough, but she would run into one occasionally that was more of a jerk than anything. She often walked around outside to relieve boredom: or when she was bored, or even more restless, do this. Fight others for fun? Why bloody not? She could take on most people, she usually thought, but the man beside her was making her rethink that statement.

Armored up like another Knight, but there were so many people that practiced swords here, he might not be. He had a few things with him. More lighter clothes, a broadsword. Typical things, really, for a man here, with the Knights trampling around, shouting, “Come join the bloody Knights, where you bloody stay in this bloody city, and protect it! How fun, yeah?” Or perhaps it was to some, but stone didn’t attract her at all.

She shifted her things, accidentally nudging the armored man beside her, and sighed, murmuring out an apology. “Sorry, sorry, sorry, but ahh, do you wanna.. fight?”

OOC: Don’t forget the date, anything works for me. Sorry that’s its short, just can’t really say anything and I have the tendency to ramble when trying to typing really long like now. :[]

[Garland]

Garland looked to his side, he wasn't expecting a girl to ask him to fight, honestly he was usually the one to initiate a fight with anyone. He sized her up, she wasn't as large as the opponents he usually fights, since he is of shorter height than most, but it would be fun.

"Sure, I would love to fight. My name's Garland by the way. What's yours?" He looked at his challenger, she seemed like she knows her way around... That weapon she's carrying, he doesn't know what that's called, but he'll figure it out soon enough.

The fight in the ring was about finish at this point. "The fight's almost over, do you have a style or rules on how you want to fight or any weapon goes?" He asked, he actually wants to try if he remembers how to fight with his bare hands and feet.

He placed his blade and shield down on his side, he looked back to the fight. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but... What race are you? You look very different, and I'm not that versed in all the races of the world yet."

oocits OK. I ramble if I try to write long posts too.

[Svaeia]

Garland was nice enough, she supposed. Rules? Not really. She definitely wasn’t going to tell him that she made up her lost muscle in Flux. “I would prefer unarmed fighting, ‘cos.. well, obviously, the armor.. And I’m not willing for an ‘accidental’ strike to hit me, yes, considering no practice swords in this place. And my name’s Sev.” Her name was often hard to pronounce for the people here, ( well, really, everywhere, it was more of a jumble of letters..)

Her race? She didn’t look that different. Typical bloody redhead, passing enough for in Inartan, which was what she’d say. “Inarta, come from slopes of the Wind Reach. Very isolated place, really, nothing interesting.. I only know this from my mum. She died.” She said, curling her lip, looking at the fight instead of Garland. She didn’t really, well.. know much about her mum, so.. how could she feel sad? One got knocked down, and the other simply spat at the other, something about yielding, and he yielded.

“Well,” she said, pausing, “let’s go, yeah?" She said, walking ahead to the ring, trying to feign sadness, her heart beating slightly, in realization of what she was going to do. Fight another? She had only sparred with her father few times, and she was defeated easily. What if he was out of her league?

[Garland]

Garland nodded, he took his bag full of clothes and took off his armor. His muscled chest had a few cuts here and there, but he was still ripped, just not excessively. "Hold on, I'll be done changing in a few chimes." He took out his shirt and some loose-fitting pants. He nodded and went behind one of the stands to change.

He quickly put on his shirt and took off his armored leggings and such. He was changing quickly, hoping he didn't make his partner wait too long. He grabbed the remaining armor and brought it to his seat. He smiled at Sev, waiting for her to get ready.

He went over to the fighting area, he cracked his knuckles and stretched his limbs, he wanted yo just relax today, no serious training, just sparing with a stranger, maybe make friends.

He noticed a few other fighters taking a break from their training, and joining the audience for the fight, he's hoping hr could show them a good time with the fight.

[Svaeia]

She was basically ready, already, and she put the tulwar to the side, standing at one end of the ring, with the typical pose- one leg forward, the other back, after he had came back from changing. After he had taken his stop and was ready, she counted slowly, hoping to get djed to run through her right arm for a good hard punch to shock him.

Adrenaline was in her head now- heartbeats were louder than anything it seemed, currently, and she sighed, imagining the djed go to her arm, imaging the djed was a river. A certain tingling went up her arm, and she let up a shuddering sigh, hopefully not noticed by the sound radiating from everywhere. People were looking at them ( well, mostly her)- Garland was well muscled, luckily somewhat less than her, but even so a girl would probably not managed it, they probably thought.

She realized Garland was roughly the same age as her, if not the same age, but he looked like a man, pretty much. She wondered how he got this well muscled- fighting another, always here? If that was true, then he would’ve acted like most people here- brutes, prepared to laugh at her for every scorching mistake. She curled her lip again.

When he seemed to be ready, she would count down starting from 3, and shuffle around, waiting for Garland to make a move. If he ran towards her with an upper punch, she would duck and hit his stomach, she knew. Basic things from her dad.

[Garland]

Garland shook himself up. "Ready when you are." The count down had started. He took a deep breath and locked eyes with Sev, they circled each other like a strange dance between the two fighters. The air was tense, but Garland felt more relaxed than he had been for days.

He ran up to her and feinted a right hook, he planned to give a strong low sweep kick to try and unbalance her. He did not expect such a fast and powerful gut punch from this girl. He stumbled back from the punch and quickly got back into position.

"Wow, you're strong... Still stings..." He complimented her and loosened up his limbs again. His joints felt rusty, he was usually more nimble and flexible than this. He reasoned that maybe he had too much strength training and not enough flexibility exercises.

He gave a sharp 45° right kick, if it connected he would back up and get into position for another attack, probably stronger than his previous for better effect.

[Svaeia]

The first hit was satisfying, the crack sound that her arm made it even better. She let out a breath that she didn't know she was holding, and he took a step back, looking faintly surprised, along with a comment that confirmed it. She didn't really care, though- words were set to distract her, not to compliment her, currently. He loosened up, and she had to remind herself to not calm down and for once, let the adrenaline take care of her. Any motion from the other could be an attack.

He moved his leg slightly, then a sudden jerky movement to her foot. She jerked backwards, with less grace, perhaps looking like a baby giraffe trying to take it’s first steps. She took another breath, then said, “Nice kick. I haven’t really learnt how to..kick, yet? I don’t know, it just-” As she was saying this, she kept moving slightly to the front- “doesn't seem that reliable, you know? If you miss it, you get punched in the gut, or you are more off balanced-”

As she said this, she tried to summon her djed in her stomach again, and trying to imagine the force of her first punch, and that jittery feel again. She was already getting tired of the sensation: it was odd. It was scary, and it made her feel like she was a mutt, but she had to win this, didn't she? She had heard things like Overgiving, but she didn't feel tired yet, so it was fine. That was what her father said, so it must’ve been true. He didn't lie.

She stopped rambling midsentence, and moved up with her right leg, aiming a punch in the face.

OOC: feel free to jump back, don’t have to just make this a ‘it landed, now mine has to land’ thing

[Garland]

She's good, a little clumsy, but good. Garland blocked her fist with his right arm, and then countered with an elbow to her face. It connected quite well,and then he hopped back.

He circled her, slowly, looking at all of her limbs, seeing if one of them twitched to signal the next attack. "Well, since the legs support you for most of your life, it's bound to be stronger than your fists."

He said, running in with a right jab and then another kick. He aimed the kick to her stomach, he needed to avoid her punches, she was unnaturally strong and unnaturally fast.

He raised up his guard, trying to block any incoming attacks, mostly from her hands, she said she didn't know how to kick and that was good for him, think of the power she would have with a kick like that.

[Svaeia]

It was like fighting her father all over again, each attack was difficult to hit, and she might’ve tried, yeah, but it ended in the same way: him beating her, the same words of ‘you did better’ that became empty each time as he didn’t even look scorched from that fight. It annoyed her constantly, and she wanted to prove once and for all that she could at least beat someone, even with dirty play.

The thought sounded like a child’’s. She cringed slightly, and looked slightly nervously at him. How the hell was she going to beat him? He was trained longer than her- he could kick properly.

‘well, since your legs support you for the rest of your life, it’s bound to be stronger than your fists.” He ran towards her, his arm ready, and she raised her hands up, ready to block the incoming blow, and it hit, sending a jarring feeling into her head. She breathed loudly, and his leg came out for a sharp kick, and she suddenly raised her knee up as it was about to hit her. Natural instinct saved her, thank goodness.

She aimed a punch at his head, not really thinking about flux, only to see his hands go up to cover it. She hissed in frustration as it his arms, sending another jarring feeling at her arm, though it was much less satisfying and hurt more without flux. She moved her arms- one above, one near her stomach in hopes she would be able to deflect what would be his answer to her punch..