[Red Diamond Tavern] Getting to Know the Locals [Open]

[Darren]

The Snowsong had to weigh to at least around two hundred pounds Darren thought as he sunk into the snow after his throw. He let out a breathe of relief after ridding himself of the heavy burden on his arms. He took a moment to take in a deep breathe before looking back at the effects a heavy Snowsong would have on foreigners. Much to his disappointment, not to his surprise, Rhuryc seemed to caught the man and was issuing orders to Rhaeol as he set him down. He involuntarily moved to assume innocence both of his hands raised up high in a form of mock surrender as he met Rhuryc's gaze. He grinned as Rhuyrc finally showing some emotion for once, he watched as Rhuyrc took off his coat. "Oh my...with me? What might spurred on this sudden request?" he asked with an playing, absentminded tone. He tilted his head as he look a quick glance at Rhuryc's sword, his relaxed mood finally taking the situation as it is. "Ah right, right. Throwing a Snowsong wasn't enough, I'll have to come over there myself," Darren mumbled in a disappointed huff. Seeing he would be at a disadvantage unarmed against the sword, Darren looked to his bags and pulled out two normal looking gauntlets. "My weapon of choice" he explainedsowing his his bare hand. He flexed it a few times before slowly putting on his gauntlet over it, with an approving nod at the new weight on his arms. "Of course I wouldn't use it against someone unarmed of course but you seem to want to do it this way" he noted, adjusting his gloves so they would be fitted tight. "Alrighty then, you said I should start right?" he asked as he casually strolled up to Rhuyrc's range slowly before throwing up his hands up in a to protect his body. A smile that didn't reach up to Darren's face appeared before he took a step in and sent a body blow to Rhuryc. The situation wasn't something Darren wasn't going to take seriously just yet as the first move went quick but with only tolerable stopping power as it approached.

[Rhuryc]

Rhuryc watched the Vantha approach. He was not impressed. Whether it was the talking or the movement he did not know, but he assumed a stoic countenance and prepared, as he often did, for the proceeding antics. With Rhaeol indisposed, he felt as if he had some kind of responsibility to defend the younger man. He did not care much for those without means to fight to be picked on, no matter the intention. Maybe there was honor at stake, but the truth remained that Rhuryc really just wanted to punch the man. He had given him enough warning. Those gauntlets would be a problem if Darren decided that the fight was too hostile and became violent, but the confidence boasted in his stance was more than enough for Rhuryc. What was a little time in the Avanthal stocks? Darren punched him. There was a certain lack of shock at the assault. The man new how to fight, that much he could tell - and he was not weak, but Rhuryc made no effort to defend himself. He flexed as the impact struck his chest and slammed home. A jolt of pain sent a subtle shudder through his body. Was that all, then? Rhuryc replied in kind. Stepping to meet the man, his forward leg raised and lowered as his body twisted into the coming movement, one arm rearing back and replying in kind to the Vanthan's assault, a singular, balled fist sailing forward toward the lower jaw. And he did not stop there. Pressing forward, his other arm came about in a low uppercut, his knuckles turned and forced up under the man's ribcage. The sudden twist of the motion put the full force of his momentum into each strike, hose of which were meant to disable in one, swift set of motions.

[Rhaeol]

Rhaeol sat semi-dazed in the snow. It looked like it had turned into a fight after all. That was alright. They seemed well matched and ultimately, it would end up a good show. Rhaeol climbed unsteadily over a snow bank and found a vantage point a good distance from the fight. Then he sat down again to watch. maybe he could learn something about fighting. Maybe not. If only he could get the world to stop spinning... OOCI'm so sorry I didn't post sooner. My busy week has basically turned into a busy month. Anyways, i think you two can just go ahead with the thread. I might interject a post here and there, but don't worry about waiting for me.

[Darren]

Darren felt pressure on his arm, much to his surprise. Even stranger it was good pressure, the feeling one gets when connecting with. Darren tilted his head to see where the punch went, surprisingly enough it hit Rhuyrc square in the chest of all places. Darren frowned a bit at the grandiose motion Rhuryc made giving him a questioning smile as he looked at watched how he handled the hit. "Heh, you're suppose to react a bit to that" he said softly, feeling as if he was lecturing a newborn. He watched in turn as Rhuryc put his foot back in a seemingly massive windup to throw a punch at Darren's jaw. Smiling softly to himself he put his arms up in a relaxed guard before he intercepted the blow with his left arm. Putting his arm out front he formed an acute angle with his left arm, the shape shoving the blow aside with minimal movement as he then pushed his right hand forward in a attempt to give a suitable reaction to the man's first strike. "Something like that" he said confidently in response to Rhuryc's attack. The confident feeling was cut short as the man followed up with a body blow that went unnoticed . Darren then had a mute pained face on his face as the blow hit home. The subtle swaying motions increasing the efficiency of the strike as it arced in a tight circle. Darren raised his chest forward in response to the painful pressure to the back of his body, wincing at the body blow that struck the back of his body. Yea like that he thought sarcastically, chiding himself for getting hit like so. He caught his breathe, gritting his teeth in a pained smiled, still focused on Rhuryc. "How careless of me" he said dryly in mock astonishment. His eyes glazing over in anger as he then moved to attack the stranger again, leading with his right arm. The counterstrike that was suppose to show what a decent reaction would be was left too far in, his arm too close to the man to aim for a decent punch. So he didn't throw a punch. Instead Darren sent out his elbow out to smack the man in the face, something that would hurt any fighter. Adopting a low position Darren then moved his left back close to him using it to give his right arm leverage to put power into his blow. oocTake that YOU'RE Ianthe!!! ^^

[Rhuryc]

He hated when they talked. Always on with the blather. Rhuryc remained silent. The direct contact with Darren's side forced him to reform his position, legs shifting and heels digging into the ground. His muscles tensed. He had no intention of killing the man, but he would certainly prove a point. Granted, that point was rather vague. Maybe he just wanted to hit something. So he did. When the elbow came at his face Rhuryc did little to avoid it. He simply wasn't that face. Instead, he turned his face away and took the shot to the side of his head, careful to maneuver his temple away from the brunt of the strike. It connected with his jaw. Owe. Pain shot through his face, annoying, burning pain, but he had expected the blow. In fact, he was counting on it. His left hand came up. With a grab he latched onto Darren's forearm and pulled, drawing his body in and balling his opposing hand into a fist. Another assault. His lower torso twisted and he shoved a punch up into the center of Darren's chest, a knuckle pushed directly into the solar plexus. With his momentum, Rhuryc kept on. Following the assault he continued to pull. He stepped aside with his front foot and pulled once more, drawing Darren along and sending his opposing leg out, hopefully forcing the man around and taking his balance out from him. He pushed then backed off, taking a few steps away in what was expected to be a prone brawler. There was a lack of grace in the man's movements, but what it lacked in beauty it made up for with sheer efficiency and power. Rhuryc spat. A red saliva hit the snow and the man offered a hint of a grunt. "You fight like a child."

[Darren]

Darren's senses again confirmed another direct hit to Rhuyrc. A angry grunt of satisfaction escaped his lips as he then resumed his low stance as he recovered. Shifting his weight to a lower center of gravity he saw another hand sent to retaliating after the blow. The hand barely reached him, twisting and pulling him forward towards the other man. Another grandiose windup, I'm getting tired of these he thought twisting his arm away from the man's left. Pushing closer to the man, his opponent's rights hand few touching the edge of Darren's left arm. The attack struck the edge of his arm harshly but Darren couldn't react to that now, his eyes were right up to the man's face now. The man took a step back and kicked his foot forward in a murderous arc. Normally the man would have have been able to aim at Darren's chest but given the distance between them the kick ended turned into an awkward knee. Something like that was easy enough for Darren to counter. Digging his left leg into the ground he raised his right leg quickly. Pushing away the knee with his left hand, his right hand simultaneously formed a fist in response. The other man's knee was pushed outside it's intended arc, now it was leaving a overextended man in front of Darren. Stamping his right foot down, his right arm, aimed at Rhu's arm, followed with a heavy overhead strike with authority. He then took a step back. Darren had no intention of giving Rhuyrc any quarter in this fight. Right now to him it seemed like a fight of attrition between the two men. Both pressing their advantages against the other. Rhuryc with his longer reach and weight behind his blows and Darren trying to break down the man while countering his attacks. Darren let out a breathe as he focused on the situation, he wasn't tired just yet but the body shot Rhuryc stuck in still had to be considered. "Heh there you go! That's something you can brag about," Darren said refering to the two body hits Rhuryc scored on him. The man already showed him enough for Darren to speak nice of him but that would be a anticlimactic end to the dispute for the two. Darren finally pulled his lips to reveal a smile, at the very least he wanted to see how far both of them can go and how hard. Alright! he thought, tensing up for the fight. "Ready..." he said with a slight undertone of playfulness. Of course this was serious but he wasn't going to lose his composure to such a simple taunt. "Your turn"

[Rhuryc]

"Brag all you want." This was getting old. And fast. The smug snicker of Darren was close to breaking Rhuryc's control. Without that layer of caution he would have already gone for his sword a lopped the man's head from his neck. No. Cool, calm. He focused for a moment, his breath streaming in through the nose and out the mouth, each intake burning against his lungs. Damn air. There. He forced his anger away and sunk it into something else; this damned city, for one, It was always so brash and cold. Maybe he would find himself a bath when he was finished with all of this nonsense. He would undoubtedly possess a new bruise or two when he left, but all-in-all the pain barely registered in his mind. Darren just did not hit hard enough to phase the man. His turn? Fine. Rhuryc stepped away. Enough was enough. He reached down and donned his coat and retrieved his sheath, the weapon clipped to his belt once again. With a raised hand he offered a wave to Darren and turned around, his boots crunching against the snow as he walked away, completely disregarding the fellow or anything else he might have had to say. There were better ways to waste his time.

[Darren]

The words in response to Darren's chatter didn't make any sense. Hmm? Darren thought as he gave Rhuyrc another one of his looks. I suppose conversation, much less witty banter isn't this man's forte... Darren thought as he took a relaxed position. His eyes concentrated as he looked at the hits he might have scored on Rhuyrc. Much to his dismay they were, for the most part, not as effective as he thought it to be. Rhuryc was making it obvious that Darren's attempts to draw out the other man's unrestricted self were ineffectual. Hmph, no real attempts at subtleties were made between the two's exchanges both verbally and physically, but still the man stayed on course. It was when two forces of stern characteristics butt heads. In this case being the overzealous attempts at warmth from the Vantha against the foreigner's wanting to say inconspicuous. Well, at least Darren's attempts at warmth. Darren waved back at Rhuryc, a bit confused until he noticed the man was get away. "...Oh. Erm... well damn" Darren muttered to himself as he watched the man take a few steps further. Sheepishly, Darren found himself checking his equipment. He saw that his gauntlets were slightly slippery from sweat. Hmm I probably didn't get my last attack in too well because of that he thought as he slid them off his hands. He looked at Rhaeol glumly, "What" he said. The manner he spoke seemed to be more of a threat then a question as he sauntered a distance away. "Rhuryc, Rhuryc, one heck of a stubborn man. But he can sure take a hit that came from the back of my hand. Don't let his looks decieve you, he's actually quite swell. That is if you can stand his ...what ryhmes with. Ah! Smell!" he sang in an amused tone. While still a bit annoyed at the man's decision, it still didn't deter Darren from helping Rhuryc getting drawn into Avanthal. He let a sigh out as he considered what he thought of him. "Humm..." he said as he crossed his arms to his chest, " I'm sure he'll fit right in."

[Growl]

Appreciation Time! Name: Rhuryc Experience: +1 Socializing, +2 Rhetoric, +2 Unarmed OR Brawling (Please pick ONE) Lore: Being Irritated by Those in the Bar, Making Threats, Getting Into a Fight, Hurling Insults Ledger: -1 GM Name: Darren Experience: +2 Interrogation, +1 Socializing, +1 Rhetoric, +1 Gauntlets Lore: Winding a Man Up, Getting Into a Fight, Hurling Insults Ledger: -3 CM for your milk Name: Rhaeol Experience: +3 Socializing, +1 Interrogation, +1 Rhetoric Lore: New and Improved?, Trying to Keep a Low Profile, Being Thrown Around, Being Caught in the Middle of it All Ledger: -8 CM for your drinks Additional Notes: Darren, quit taking control of other people's pcs. No more throwing Snowsongs! Seriously! Also, how did you lift all that weight and throw him so far? Please be realistic. All possible exp points from that action have been docked. Also... not a fan of that one OOC 'bout me Darren. Other than that, the thread was fine. Just your good old bar thread. PM if you have questions or concerns.