Perhaps he should of second guessed himself, just how good was it to try and enter a fight with someone who was obviously much stronger than him. Where his kick connected, and his plan almost worked out, he suddenly felt a stinging pain against his cheeks. His head jerked backwards, followed by his back arching back as he lost his balance. His hands released the halberd, which fell down after the man's back connected with the cold ground underneath his feet. He did not expect a punch so strong, and it did not help his balance was all over the place due to his little kick he tried out. He didn't reply for a moment, or two, trying to recollect himself. Something was whistling in his ear, and he couldn't even hear his weapon falling down right next to him. A groan escaped his lips, as he made sure he didn't die there. The left side of his face felt like it got branded by fire, as he could easily think it will leave a mark for the days to follow. His now free hands were brought up, going to apply pressure towards it. With a painfully slow test, he pressed his teeth together, just to see if he managed to lose anything, but luckily he kept everything in one piece.
However, the ringing in his ear soon enough stopped, and the shock left almost as fast as it came. As he got back to himself, he found himself on the ground, with an aching head. He extended his own hand, as he spotted Garland from the corner of his eye offering his help. His glove wrapped around his own hand, and he pushed himself up, trying to re-balance himself on his feet. He shook his head, hoping it didn't leave him with a concussion. He could never be fully sure, but it didn't feel like it. As he was on his feet, he tightened his grip around the squire's hand and offered a shake, nodding in return as he did so, before releasing the hand all-together. "I'd say I see two of you, but...Nah, I'm fine. I think." He replied, finding it a bit straining to move his jaw due to the impact, but other than that he was feeling alright. The defeat itself didn't really hurt all that much. Probably because the man infront of him didn't decide to rub it in his face. After all, he does fight to improve, and not for show. Even though he did notice some of the people around the fighter's pit looking at their fight. He didn't really know if that was a good, or a bad thing.
And he even got complimented. Now that was something he didn't expect. "You...Pack a punch. I didn't expect that. I'll probably feel this for a few days, but I think I know what I need to work on." The masked man spoke, offering once again, a nod in the direction of the squire. "Heh, handy. Sure. I never reject an offer to better myself." Slowly, he went to pick up his weapon, and carry it to the weapon rack where it belonged. "And no worry. I know you knights can get quite busy. I wont keep you for too long. Thanks for approaching, though. I hope we get to fight again, sometimes soon." And with those words, he himself began to pick up his coat which he left there, dust it off, and get himself ready to head home. His visit was short, but he couldn't survive a challenge more if someone offered. He needed to lie down. It might just be his imagination, but he felt his head began to spin slightly. |
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by Clemens Kos on January 31st, 2015, 1:03 pm 
