Is this a private party, or can anyone join?

by **Alea Davenport** on March 18th, 2012, 5:57 pm

Indignation welled up in Alea as Coren pulled her aside. As if she needed his help... She quickly took stock of the situation before making her next move: Banir was swinging a chair wildly, Coren was cowering on the floor besides her, the man whose face she'd hit was holding his own against the largely man she'd ever seen, and the rest of the tavern was quickly dissolving into chaos.

At the sound of Coren's voice, she suddenly remembered why she hated him so much. Baring her teeth in a soundless snarl, she tackled him to the ground by driving her shoulder into his chest. She was about to drive the heel of her palm into his face, but another Vantha had taken notice and pulled her off of Coren. She struggled to free herself, but the other man had a surprisingly good grip on her forearm. She tried stomping on the man's feet, and when that didn't work, she grabbed a mostly empty mug from a nearby table and smashed it into the side of the man's head, not managing to break the mug, but loosening the man's grip enough that she could get free.

Her breathing was a bit heavier than usual by this point, but she was starting to enjoy herself. She took a moment to catch her breath and observe the status of what had evolved into a proper tavern brawl, like the ones she had only heard about in tales and legends. She scanned the room, looking to see who needed the most help, or, more accurately, who needed to be attacked the most.

by **Banir Ironwood** on March 27th, 2012, 12:32 am

As he peered upon whom he had struck and instead saw a large dark skinned back. Taking a step back the man was large but Banir felt no intimidation from him. With careful feet and being mindful of his surroundings his eyes kept upon the large man. The armoured fist slowly opening and closing cautiously in the silence of the bar. His own breathing was fast, muscles tense, anger lose but not taking over. A berserk without being lost in rage, the strength of anger but he had not lost himself to it. This was, well this had never happened, it was an opportunity and one he would not waist considering the size of his new opponent.

CRACK

As the well muscled man stood the bar stool he sat upon fell to the floor causing Banir to step back. Once the beast of a man ripped off the bar top was an impressive feat of strength but a poor choice as a weapon. But it was enough to warrant caution. The smile didn't faze Banir in the slightest, he had seen bigger and uglier before. But when he decided to shout in his face, bits of the mans spit shot upon him. That was just insulting, momentarily pausing to think if he should use his right metal fist and introduce it to this mans face. However when he brought the board to charge he snapped into reality. The man before him was tall and strong, but when it came to a fight that charge wasn't much good.

Simply sidestepping out of the way Banir now had a clear shot to the great man's sides. Giving two quick punches with his right arm one hit just below the ribs. The sharp metal leaving small gouges in the skin, while the second barely missed but the small cuts would at least make him bleed. While Banir regained his stance he looked about the room gaining the situation. Seeing one of the Vantha bystanders come at him he gave a swift left hook. The punch landed on their cheek and smacked them into a support post. This fight was going rather well. Anger flowing in his veins, people beating the shyke out of each other, and no one had died!

by **Valkyrie** on July 3rd, 2012, 8:24 pm

Thread Award

Alea Davenport :

Banir Ironwood :

Coren :

I did not grade for Perrin as he has not been active in several months. I will also not be grading for Krivak as he is retired. If any of you come back and would like a grade for this please PM me.

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