Completed Distractions Wanted (Imass)

[Kreig Messer]

Kreig was losing, he realizem. Kreig, while not a sore loser, certainly did not want to lose to the ignoramus from out d that fact as he lay there with a big blue thing on his chest, trying to choke the life out of hiof town. His pride was at st-......no,no it wasn't, nothing was at stake. No Pride, No Honor...... This was simply a brawl, nothing more, nothing less. It was all just good fun. Then the man looped his arm around Kreig's neck, his hold on it tightening 'Damn Akalak strenght' Kreig thought as the wriggled and squirmed, placing his fingers under the giant's arm trying to remove it at the same time trying to push his head under the arm. It was unlikely that it was going to work but he was going to risk it anyway. Then he felt it, something touching his side. He removed one hand and traced to the object and found the gem that would get him out of this situation while he still breathed. A bottle, empty and ubroken thankfully. He had forgotten other's were fighting and in the chaos various objects had to be flying about, he grabbed it by its head like it was a club and with a quick swing aimed at the blue giant's head. In the Akalak's Dazed state he would slip out from under him and grab him by that long hair of his and get a punch in directly to his face. He would drop the bottle as it would have most likely break and in the Buffoon's further dazed state would have found a kick directed at his side. He wouldn't give the blue Neanderthal the time to relax, if he was capable off all this he would end it by picking up a nearby chair and slamming it into Blue Boy.

[Imass]

Before Ser Imass could get his opponent into a full choke hold, he felt something smash over his head. The shatter of the glass rang through his head like a ranging bell. Pain emanated from a single point in his head and inflamed his whole brain. It was painful and his first react was to use his hands and arms as cover and roll. His instinct took complete control now, the Akalak could not think.

Krieg stood to his feet and started to kick him in his side. Ser Imass was dazed and was seeing stars right now. He would be totally screwed now if it wouldn't be for the fact the Tavern had no turned into a battlefield.

A drunken man came behind Kreig with a wooden bar stool and swung it with both hands towards the human's back. The Knight couldn't see what was happening to his opponent, but it was taking his attention away from the Akalak.

Still running on adrenaline and instinct, the Knight began to crawl forward. He had no idea which was he was going, but he needed to get out of whatever situation he was currently in; that is all his mind told him to do and he did it.

Imass could hear the roar of the people fighting above him. People getting knocked over, cracks, slams, and splintered wood. Glass being thrown and tables being broken. Everything was in chaos. He felt a heel strike him in the face as a man reeled around him. A few moments later he felt a man topple over him. He felt a pummel of blows as feet and bodies went over him.

Despite all this he pushed himself forced. He breathing hard now and just wanted to get away. After almost a whole minute of crawling he reached wall and leaned against it. It was dark and not much action was going on.

Drawing his Lakan for safety, the Knight regained his breath in tried to focus from his daze. Pain was like wildfire over his head and neck. Ser Imass watched the ball-room brawl continue.

[Kreig Messer]

This was the problem when fighting one on one in a battlefield, you become so focused you easily forget your not alone, Kreig learned that many times before and today he would learn that again as a stool struck his back "PETCHING LITTLE..." Shouted the brawled as he fell his knees and grasped his back 'Oh NOW its on' He stood back on his feet and turned to the drunkard, he had a triumphant smirk that was immediately wiped away with 'a "PUNCH TO THE FACE" what he said..... with that done he looked around, he dropped to broken bottle and smiled "Well , slap me silly and call me slappy. A party had begun right beneath my little nose" He laughed as he grabbed another patron who was preparing to attack one of the knights and headbutted him, not meaning to save one of those oafs but hey, plenty to go around after all. "Alright gents, a polite pounding shall begin this day" He quietly announced as he approached a group of drunkards duking it out. He kindly grabbed one of them by the back of his head and slammed it into a table, in retaliation one of them successfully threw a punch at Kreig's face, pushing off balance a bit "Ah yes, now thats what I call a punch" He smiled as he quickly regained himself, curled his left hand into a fist and struck at the Drunks stomach, grabbed his head as he leaned forward from the blow and simply slammed it into his knee "Must remember to thank those knights"

[Imass]

Dazed and in the corner, the Syliran Knight tried to compose himself amongst the chaos of the tavern. The friction caused by Imass was leading the brawl into something much more serious. Right in front of his position two men where boxing drunk, however true hate shone through their eyes with every punch. Humid air drowned the grunts and groans of patrons fighting.

No more games; it was time to get back into the battle.

Raising his Lakan for protection, the Knight rolled on to his feet clumsily. Immediately a fist crashed into his chin, but it was only one third strength. Intuition dictated for him to raise his arms in defense. Once he saw his new opponent was swingy wildly, the warrior threw a right hay-maker. His fist landed and the man dropped; the drunken brawler had no defense.

Connecting a booted heel to the brawlers face, Ser Imass raised his Lakan again and began to advance back into the main part of the action. As long as he still breathed he wouldn't stay down for long. A man flew over a table and smashed down next to him. Then he passed a couple guys fuming it out solo, but he ignored them too. Bottles, chairs, and tables where breaking all around him. A fork flew by his shoulder and almost stabbed him. Ser Imass almost didn't believe a ball rome brawl could last that long.

Suddenly, the Zealot's path was crossed by a large man who seemed to be angry. If he remembered correctly, the man before the looked the tavern keep. The man raised his fists and began to swing angrily at Imass. Presumably his fury came from the fact Imass started the brawl.

A one two jab connected on Imass's side. The Akalak ignored the pain for now and threw a fist pump to stop him in his tracks, then swung his elbow at the man's nose. The sound of the bone on bone impact was beautiful, however it effectively only angered the alleged bar keep. His opponent swung wide and Imass duct under only to be greeted with a swift kick towards the face. He was able to half block, but it put him back in a daze. Swinging haphazardly, he landed another body shot, but his Lakan fell out of his hand. He felt a barrel hit his head, so the knight threw an elbow jab to get him off,

Backing up the Knight felt dizzy, but never more alive. Another swing came his way, but Imass wanted nothing to do with it and dodged back. A second later his whole body jolted when he felt the tip of a boot connect with his genitals, a shock wave went through his body and even rang his bell. He almost saw vibrations, that is how bad it was. Lurching forward, the Knight clinched the guy to preserve himself and tried to take him down.

Before anymore fighting could occur some person got the attention of the brawl by blowing on a horn a musician carried. "Next round of drinks are on the Knights!" the brass voice announced. The whole tavern erupted in clapping and cheers. Imass was so confused he let go the inn keeper and looked around hastily.

Squinting, Imass tried to spot the man who was volunteering the knights to pay for drinks.

[Kreig Messer]

Kreig was enjoying himself, so much that he nearly missed the odd sound that errupted throughout the tavern, only hearing it when his opponents and all the others stopped fighting all together "Free Drinks?!" the news had him grin in amused surprise, his blood lust immediately dropping as he realized that there was no point in fighting now. All desires of conflict were washed away as the patrons now wanted to enjoy a free drink, well , all that were conscious to be precise. He turned his direction to the one with the horn, he didn't quite knew who they were, but the obvious answer was that they were knights....coming to pick up some of their wayward sheep. With an idiotic grin he approached Akalak who started the whole fight, who looked to be in such a daze that it wasn't unreasonable to assume he would need support "Careful my blue friend, I'm afraid your opponent was the type beyond most's reach " He chuckled, that old man was one of the best fighters in Sunberth, it was the best idea " I'm pretty sure you just cost your order a pretty amount of Miza's with your rashness" He chuckled at the Dazed Akalak and approached the figure with the Horn " Greetings Gentleman, allow me to be so bold and point out that the rashness of your men provided quite the entertainment..... Your timely interruption prevented it from turning it into a....scandalous incident to say the least"

[Imass]

The tavern went back to drinking almost as fast as the brawl had started in the first place. Ser Imass was still nursing his bruises when a horn of ale was shoved into his hands. Drinking deep, he let the alcohol wash the pain away. Although Sunberthians and Knights usually didn't get along, at this moment none of the preconceived hatred mattered. Frustrations got settled in the brawl and anger was quenched in mead. Everyone was laughing now, even the grim Akalak was smiling.

Feeling numb from the drink, the Knight watched the scene in excitement. The whole room was hammered, but no one cared. Even the barkeeper was drinking again; it wasn't like anyone was going to make the knights pay for all the damages. Sylirans and Sunberthians alike stood around drinking and talking. It was a scene to behold.

Finally the man who initially attacked him approached with a wild grin. He forehead had two big bumps, but he didn't care at all. The man was much smaller than Imass, but tough as nails. Not only that, but he had the balls to talk to Imass after the fact too. The Knight liked that in a man.

Grabbing the horn of mead back, he passed the sweet nectar to Kreig. The man thanked Imass for the brawl in a strange Sunberthian manner; Imass actually got slightly confused to what kreig was getting at. The Knight responded with an up turned eyebrow, "Nay- we are men of the Syliran Knights. We would have fought with honor until the bitter end..."

Before the brawler could say anything else, Ser Imass changed the subject, "Drink deep. You are a bold man and I respect that. Pray tell me though, who are you and what do you do in life?"

[Kreig Messer]

Kreig couldn't help but laugh again, looking around at the Tavern it was a sight to behold as some stuffy Sylirans chatted friendlily with the scum of Sunberth 'Very Amusing' He thought before taking a deep drink from the mug of ale. Its cool touch had a bit of a rejuvenating effect, even if it made one a bit lightheaded "Hmmmm? A little rude to ask me to introduce myself when you have yet to do the same my blue friend" He chuckled as he lowered the tankard and looked at him with a raised eyebrow " I certainly hope not all of you are this rude.....ah, but nonetheless introduce myself I shall. I am Kreig Messer and if you would allow me a bit of conceitedness and perhaps a lie, I am an 'Educated Brawler'" He said with an overly exaggerated voice " And if that doesn't tell you the very obvious, I am a man who enjoys fighting. a little bit of drinking, a bit more fighting and even more fighting. Which would also tell you what I do in life; not a whole lot " He laughed as he took another deep gulp of the tankard "A gent such as yourself might've probably guessed I was born and raised and this lovely hive of wretched scum, which surprisingly produced an honest gent such as myself" Honest may be a bit of a stretch, but there was no doubt that Kreig was a decent sort by the standards of Sunberth. "Now that I've amazed you with an introduction that would charm the pants of a rock, not that a rock would wear pants and even if it did it would probably be a silly sight to behold, who might you be, my rash blue friend? also I may or may not be under the influence of our fine beverage here"

[Imass]

Ser Imass watched as the brawler before him drank. The man drank deep despite his size and showed all the signs of a tough fighter, but he was awfully weird. The man chuckled and talked a lot. The Knight was used by now to people disliking his manner of speech. He was always spoke the truth and was to the point. He didn't beat around the bush, he cut through it with a sword.

Standing up, he towered over the man despite being short for his race, "Verily, I will introduce myself. I had no intention to offend, however if you have taken my words as a slight draw your sword and we will fight for your honor," eyeing the man's hips he saw no weapons so Imass reconsidered.

"I am Ser Imass of Riverfall. Worshiper of Yahal and Devotee of Tyveth. To serve and protect the defenseless of Mizahar is my Duty, Kreig Messer, and to the Gods I owe my Honor. To my fellow brothers in arms I owe my Valor."

Draining the horn of ale, the Akalak slammed the cup back down, "You fight with courage and toughness. I can see you have raw talent Kreig Messer! Verily, I implore you to consider joining the Knights Syliran. We will see to your training and mastery of weapons. I have no doubt you will do well after proper training. It is good men like you that make all the difference on the battlefield."

[Kreig Messer]

Kreig raise an eyebrow that accompanied his funny grin, if the Akalak thought his method speech was odd he should listen to himself first. His archaic accent only added to Kreig's amusment, and his willingless to fight over the assumption that he had damaged the brawler's honor and seeing him immediately back down when realizing Kreig had no weapons on hi "sadly, I left my sword at home my blue companion, I am sure an oppertunity will come at another point of time. Though my fists are far more potent " He boasted as he lifted his armored left. Then came the invitation, Kreig had to bite his lips to prevent himself from laughing incessantly, the man looked quite serious in his offer. Then he thought about it, Kreig realized that the knights, even if his overall knowledge of them was quite limited, were the type to have more enemies that it was hysterical. And..... he did feel odd about the city ever since the accidental murder he committed...it would be good "I...wouldd you allow me to sleep on that? This is no easy thing you ask of me" his tone was lacked the humour it previously carried as he looked at the knight with somber eyes.

[Imass]

Ser Imass had obviously not convinced Kreig Messer. The Akalak knew if he let the Sunberthian go, then he would never see him again. This was his last shot at winning the man over and he would damned if he screwed it up.

Putting a heavy hand on the man's shoulder, the grim faced warrior stared at Kreig's eyes. He looked at him with piercing golden eyes that tore right through to the soul, “We are the Knight’s Syliran! We make a stand for all that is good and just in this world! It does not matter what the consequences may bring! When death and doom is staring us in the face our response is courage! When danger crosses our path, we don’t run or hide, we pick up swords and fight! When darkness covers our world, WE are the single flame that lights the path! War is our common cry! Peace is what we fight for! Family is what we die for!” His voice was full of passion and emotion, but his face remained grim.

Taking another long draught of ale Imass continued,“Honor is earned, not given! Perseverance wins battles! Dreams require sacrifice not just effort! Think it in your mind and it will become reality! Working hard pays off! HUZZAH! We are bonded together today as brothers and sisters through blood, sweat, and tears! Always faithful! Always loyal!”

Grasping Kreigs gauntleted hand, the Knight made his final plea, "Kreig Messer! I BELIEVE in YOU. I believe you have what it takes to make a difference. I believe the Gods have chosen me to reveal this to you! Pick up the sword and fight with us Kreig! It will be a tough road, but it's a road of love and family."

Letting go his shoulder Imass realized only then he must have said too much and with too much force, but it was what he truly believed. If his golden stare did not show he was speaking the truth from his heart, Imass didn't know what would.