[Flashback]Great Balls of Fur (Ximal)

[Bloodfight]

508AV Spring 50th The Streets, Sunset Scuffles in the streets of Sunberth were common, every day things, for the young-adult halfling- it was his life. He was fighting with a man, ones whos belly was rounded, and his beard was a scruffy blonde all frizzed up. A nasty odor came from the man, one smelling of booze and pulp, sweat, with the jingle of coin in his pockets. That jingle had been the sole reason why the halfling had been attracted to the gluttonous pig, instead of being reasonable and trying to pick-pocket the man, the halfling had decided to be up front and personal. Threatening the pig for his coin or he would meet his death in but a few moments, and flashing his claws, only to have a dagger whiz by his face a little too close for comfort, catching the bridge of his nose and making the halfling back away by jumping and flailing his arms for balance. "HAH! My death? Meet me?" The man bellowed, he sneered at the halfling. The halfling didn't know much common, just enough to get by, and what his father had taught him in his short teaching years before an awful death had seemed to be enough to the halfling. Whatever else the halfling had picked up was in brawls and bar fights, the casino, and sometimes conversing occasionally with shopkeepers to buy items. "YEAH, PETCHA'R" The halfling shouted at him, suddenly irritated by the trickle of his own blood, "I'M GONNA BEAT YOU BLOODY!" Charging, the young halfling knew not of patience or waiting for the right time to strike his opponent, he did what instinct said to do. The man would swing downwards in an over arm arch, dagger pointed down to gouge the freakish halflings shoulder, but the halfling moved at the last second, turning his body and pointing his redly long haired elbow the fat mans way so it would ram into his gut and send him toppling down. Though not effectively disarming the fat man of a pig, the pig breathed hard to catch his breath and regain his footing, where as the young halfling was now on top of the man and attempting to scratch the pigs flesh into ribbons with his claws. The fat man used his legs and kicked the halfling off himself, cut up and bloodied, with a mean look about his face "do you know who I am fool?" The pig chuckled. The halfling was holding his sides and now standing, the kick had been hard enough to cause him to retreat by a few feat, and sting in his ribcage- but not to the point it would deter him from slaughtering the pig for his coin "NO PIG, I DUN CARE EITHER" he yelled, wincing as a burning sensation entered his side around where he had been kicked off. "Well, I hope you enjoy whats going to happen to you next..." The fat man got up, holding his dagger a little shakily, but brought up to his lips his fingers and made a shrilly whistle twice. Making the halfling stare at the man, and then around him, from the cracks and crevices of shadowed alleys, other men came out, one by one "because," he paused as five goons gathered up, the halflings eyes widening as if he had been set up for this "you're going to be a slave for the rest of your life when we're through with you, freak, aye, you've been causing alot of trouble around here for a few years haven't you? I wonder how many people would pay to see you fight in the Blood Pits." The slaver had finished off with a smirk, knowing full well who the halfling was, his patterns, seemingly everything. The halfling didn't think, there was immediate danger, and there would be no way he could take on six people at once with that strange pain in his side. They were closing in quickly, a goon on either side of the halfling holding nets with two more the same way as the first two in a diagonal pattern holding swords and axes behind the first two while one of the goons stayed with the leader of the pack and he had no seeming weapon- but gauntlets. Glancing about, the halfling was looking for an opening as there was no frontal one, there was not one in the back as the nearest alley was only a few meters off, the first net came at him and he swerved to the side with a pained gasp, choosing to run for it the way he had moved to but was then promptly met with the second net entangling him. Men were everywheres, as the halfling held his body to himself and pulled violently at their hold on the net, grunting and gasping, he clawed hard at the matierial but to no avail. All the while the words: "keep him alive, death won't pay you if the freak is killed" had come from the leaders mouth, speaking loudly so as to get it through all their thick skulls. So the halfling pushed himself forwards, instead of backwards, instead of resisting the net, he tumbled himself at the men and managed to surprise and push the first two down as well as with the others pinning Bloodfight down. Fury and frustration filled the halflings mind and body as he struggled against the netting and the hands, thrashing to get up, once or twice getting a foothold but was pushed back down. He began screaming, in his Zithanese, stuttery silent echoes to the mens ears but to any Zith nearby- curses and rage, the halfling was enraged but was no more as a boot came down to his head. Hard enough to only daze him, causing him to see stars, with black beginning to blur the sides of his vision as he forced himself to stay awake- still trying to fight.

[Ximal]

Xi yawned, crawling awake at this time wasn't normal for him he'd usually be up much earlier than this but he was still feeling the after effects of living alone. He could handle himself but he wasn't ever one for laziness. It never suited him and it never would still sunberth was rather...quiet this time of day. The usually crouded streets somewhat empty as if the whole city was burrowing away. Xi had an ill feeling over this. Walking through the streets became a rather...Harrowing experience, the quiet walk through out the streets were beginning to make his mind wander. Then the reason for the clearance made it'self known a The voices were striking and cocky but above all...The words began to drive a deep anger of his to the surface. Xi followed the voices to the source and found a confrontation heavily in progress. Now Xi was angry. Seeing so many people picking and beating on one creature was starting to drill into his patience. Now he was annoyed. Still his calm exterior was showing more than anything and he walked towards the confrontation. The words "spend life as a slave" sank into him like a snakes fangs and all that his mind and body could do to retaliate was become angry. He walked over slowly. by the time thr group had the ball of fur on the floor Xi was walking close enough to be seen, the glaring roar of anger burnt in his eyes and as he reached them he held his composure. and smiled lightly as he closed in. Set on what his mind told him to do. Walking up behind and completely towering over any of the five. His voice now sounded almost as if he'd heard a joke. "I've never seen a bigger bunch of wusses in my life. Four men attacking one ? You all really must be weak-" Xi now pulled his gauntlets on like gloves andflexed his fingers. "-To attack someone whose down on the FLOOR!" As Xi finished his sentance his mind snapped slightly and his nager broke, rolling his body weight into a turning punch from the side he then shifted his weight on the ball of his foot. and brought the whole of the weight of his entire body into one turning downward striking punch, catching once of the four beating on the guy on the ground in the temple. Sending the bloke reeling, the weight of the gauntlets coupled with the weight of his body the angle of the strike and the sheer force behind it. The net wielder took off like he'd just received a blow from a rock crusher. his body rolling and roiling and spinning in mid air before he landed on his face. A surprise attack and a cheap one. but it caused all of the other slavers to back away. Xi right now wasn't too concerned with them as much as he was in helping the fallen guy up. Offering his hand out to help the guy off the floor but al the while keeping his gaze transfixed on the five men infront of him. He'd taken out one with a sharp and very hard blow. The net wielder was unconscious and Xi was pissed. "Hey. Furball. Get your assw off the ground...Right now i'm helping you outta this situation, and you better prepare yourself. I hope your good at dodging as your gonna need it." Xi kept his eyes locked on the man before him using his sheer will power anger and the demonstration he'd just given to pressure them and intimidate them back long enough to help the man before him off of the floor. Five on two...Five armed men on two unarmed men. Not good odds but, then again, Xi never really did learn to pay too much attention to the odds. Not yet at least.

[Bloodfight]

The halfling was on his front, one hand thrashing, and an arm in a awkward position to be being leaned on with four people total on him all pressing their weight down. He began grabbing at the nets, claws getting through the holes and scratching the men randomly upon each violent thrash. Grunting and breathing hard to push them off but was quickly running out of energy, the crawling black tendrils of his unconscienceness seeped into his vision faster as with the blurring, and the spiraling of his mind, he wasn't one for giving up so it took every bit of will power he had to keep awake and not pass out from the blow to his head. Gasping out, to the netters and the leader "I'ma kill all you" repeatedly, in attempts to help keep him conscience, it was not in his nature to give up easily. The slaver laughed, but a newcomers voice echoed around the halfling, words garbled and of no meaning to him but the anger? The fury conveyed through the tone of the voice, not the words, had fired the halfling up again- someone was angry, just as he was, so he started to yell out his own anger, rumbling from him and causing more pain, pushing more adrenaline into the halfling to get up. The weight had definitely gotten up, off and away from him, the thud of a body next to him was a mere echo in his head. While an enraged slaver began to yell at the newcomer. "What are you doing? Get out of here before I have you disposed of" he shrieked, pointing at Ximal, outraged over the attack on his goons. Though the halflings temples was throbbing, with the burn in his chest and side worse, his head had cleared enough to hear the newcomers next few words. Curling himself up, to get on his knees and then push up, he looked out from his messy, long, and shaggy red hair with a glare at the slavers before looking up at the newcomer to see the hand. Squinting, the halfling held his side, not exactly understanding the newcomer but getting enough of his words to the point that he was trying to help the halfling up so he took the newcomers hand and pulled himself up. Gritting his teeth, inhaling as the stretching of his side became increasingly annoying. Letting go of the new comers hand, the halfling rubbed a temple and tried to stretch his body out- now furious, growling his words out, hopefully they would be understandable "can take on one, but not group" he inhaled once, slowly, then exhaled, face twitching as he tried to bottle up the sensations now simmering and compacting, getting ready to volatilely explode as held back power "but now can take group, your help" his common was terrible, chunked, but it was all the halfling felt he needed to convey his ideas and thoughts "kill. Kill. KILL." The three netters that were still up, while the other was most likely dead or unconscience, the two which had no sharp weapon pulled out wooden clubs while the other unsheathed his sword and readied himself. The bodygaurd next to the lead slaver brought his fists up, much like how a boxer would, the lead slaver was fuming over the new comer and the now free halfling, the blood pressure that was rising within his skull was evident by the redness of his face. The lead slaver pointed at Ximal, and shouted "get that idiot, and capture him again you fools" he then swerved the finger over to the halfling suddenly. The body gaurd would move in, stepping lightly to Ximal and keeping his arms up to defend himself, moving, moving, he circled around until finally he did a forward, straight punch at Ximal and tilted his body, pushing force into the swing while readying himself up for a flanking attack and constantly on the move with his feet. The man with the sword motioned the two with clubs to take the halfling, while he himself began moving towards Ximal, sword held loose, but firm in his hand, he would go for an over arch swing with his sword at Ximal at his side, to one side of the boxer body gaurd. The halfling watched as the two men with clubs moved on him, he took his hand and arm away from his side and up, spreading his feet apart slowly, bringing both hands up and at his sides, with one farther out than the other. Both loose, with claws out at them, he growled at them and beared his sharp teeth.

[Ximal]

Xi fell back into a blank pose. arms more or less at his sides almost tilling his opponents to come at him, giving them the best target they could ask for. He would have him disposed of ? Xi simply smiled and before he knew it...He was laughing. "You'll have me disposed of ? You and what army? surely not these little girls with piss soaked pants?" Xi could feel himself laughing at this it was almost like he'd completely snapped and changed into a different man. When his anger took over...He was a crazier man than even liro could predict. And right now all of that pure hatred still fresh in his mind...Roared out at the slavers infront of him. Just the look of anger and sheer blood-lust held behind those fire engulfed royal blue eyes. The man he saved clearly spoke bad common but well enough fro Xi to under stand. right now if he had too he would take care of the entire group by himself. Xi clenched a steel covered fist before walking closer to them. "OH ? I'm the idiot ? Sorry i thought that was you after all your picking a fight you cannot hope to win. Two on one. and you needed help just to take care of one...eh? Piggy?" Xi's mouth curled up into a smile. Just one to strike fear into the animals infront of him. Then one fool began to move in towards him. Unarmed. Xi smiled and gritted his teeth, he'd need top use what he always did when he was angry. Harnessing his emotions he poured it into his arm, the thing th had no control over other than pure emotion. Dodgeing the right straight Xi brushed off the flanking his with his left forearm and then exploded the flux out drilling his steel coated first straight at the unarmed man's jaw. At a truely frightening speed. Whether it hit or missed his next concern was the man with the sword. Knowing that the recovery from his punch would take too long he simply let the blade impact his vambrace before rolling his arm to the side and aiming his elbow ad the swordsman's temple. Right now Xi was a tempest of annihilation and nothing was going to stop him. However Xi as he cleared the other two caught sight of the two club users. The first bright his club in low and wide from the left. Something that could easily be avoided but the second one brought his club in from the side almost like a bat, aiming to completely take the man's head off, or at least that was how it looked, the power behind the swing was something he'd want to avoid but could this clawed and furred cohort of his really contend with thos two blows ? Right now though Xi had better pay more attention to what was infront of him. " You guys sure you want to loose your lives working for the pig ? or perhaps the pig is content to send the lamb to the slaughter ? " Xi grinned again using the effect he built up from the punch and knock out from before to drill some real fear into the two infront of him. If nothing else he wanted them paralysed with fear so they couldn't begin to move.

[Bloodfight]

These men will pay... Harshly, the halfling thought to himself, steeling himself up for the oncoming blows but stopped when the man next to him began to laugh. Causing the halfling to glance at the strange man, tall, scruffy stubble, black hair, the halfling couldn't tell what the eye color was at the angle he was at but the man now next to him- helping him, was laughing and taunting the slavers. Prompting the halfling to smile, grin, he did not laugh but just from that he felt a surge of amusement, who knew humans could be like that? The halfling chuckled to himself, coughing into it and then refixing his attention to the clubbers with sharp, gold eyes. One was swinging low, the other was swinging high, and he was bound to be hit by either whether or not he dodged one. So why not dodge both? He braced himself for any incoming mistakes on his part, moving forwards and ducking the higher swing while keeping his feet moving, jumping the lower swing as the higher swing passed by, the club at his heels now but he had cleared both miraculously. Stopping suddenly, the halfling turned his body and with claws out he bent his knees and pushed from the ground and towards the attacker that had swung high. Driving his claws towards his face and throat, the clubber would block the claws and swing once more, the halfling watched and through the sides of his vision he brought his attention to the mans wrist and tried to figure out where it would be when he tried to grab it. Lashing the hand out, turning his body, and gripping the arm at the inner elbow joint. Through the cloth, the halfling would begin to squeeze those sharp claws through the clubbers sleeves and ripping from the elbow down and at the same time severing tendons and muscle, raking them apart. Stepping carefully as the halfling also tried to dance the man in the same direction as the other clubber, for he had swung at the halfling as well. Breathing hard, the halfling held hard onto the wrist and forced his living body shield to take the blow to the back, and then continued the claws across the wrist; the yell of pain from the man felt like music to the halflings ears. Now letting go of the useless arm, the halfling gripped onto the mans shirt and jacket, lifting the cloth but not the body and pushing him forwards and into the other clubber to catch. The other clubber caught the man, and fell down on his arse himself. The boxer hadn't had time to react, his was delayed as he tried to pull his head away- crushing into his jaw and sending him reeling to the side whilst teeth flew out and bringing his hand up in shock and pain to hold his mandible. The leader was frozen, watching what was happening, it was as if he had been so sure nothing would have gone wrong this coming night- but everything he had hoped for- was spiraling out of control. The swordsman which had struck Ximals vambrace, was prepared for the elbow and ducked just quick enough to let the elbow point roll on the thicker area of his head instead of his temple. Gripping the handle with both hands, he brought the blade from a low arch and upwards at Ximal "petch off cretin, I've got family to feed" the swordsman stated, "you'll not steal this job from me." The leader simply looked at Ximal in fear, disgust, and then to the halfing... Doubt in his features "you don't realize what you're doing, petching moron, this creature is a menace."

[Ximal]

Xi took a slow breath and then exhaled it with an air of viciousness. Hhe shot his eyes oyt at the swordsman who was speaking. He was doing this to help a family. Xi ticked it over in his mind before leaning his weight back and drilling the shion onf his leg into the man'd hip, the weight of the greaves coupled with the force would cause him to loose balance before Xi finished him with a straight line punch with his right hand to the swordsman's face. Easily carrying enough force to both knock him out and completely break his nose.Twisting on his foot he would watch the swordsman fall. his mind now satarting to calm down as he stepped over to the leader leaving the furball to deal with the other clubber. Who'd now pushed his friend off of him and swung his club at Blood's head. If the hit missed it looked as if the clubber would just follow through and spin around completely nullifying any chance of a grip and aim for the furball's body. Right now though Xi had eyes for the leader. Xi twisted his lips into a smile. More akin to liro than to his normal temperament. But then again. seeing slavers pick on those too weak to defend themselves was something Xi utterly despised. "Now Piggy. Lets hear how well you Squeal!" Xi took his plate covered fist and drove it deep and hard into the fat tub of lards gut driving the steel in hard. Minus the addition fo flux, this was a blow purely powered by his own rotational body force. coupled with his fist spinning like a corkscrew. Twisting hard into the mans gut. Right Now Xi was still fuming and all he wanted to do was completely put this piss stain out of his misery but he';d doo that after teaching him some humility.

[Bloodfight]

Breathing heavily, the halfling could feel his chest tighten up from all the movement, every deep inhale became painful as he stressed his upper body. The clubber had thrown his squeemish comrade to the ground, stepping forwards, he would wide swing at the halfling and aim at his head. Out of response, the halfling ducked by bending his upper body downwards, avoiding the initial swing but recieving the second one. The clubber had, in one motion, recovered from his first swing to do a backlash into the halflings rising body. When the club, and the halflings body connected, he had felt it come at him and had tried to swerve backwards to avoid but there was still a loud crack from where it had landed. At first, there had been pain searing the area apart like tearing the skin off of a living thing, the halflings arm had gone semi-numb where he had been hit as adrenaline, too, took over that area. Moving his fingers was hard to do but he forced them into a tightly closed fist; claws biting into his own palm. Moving, the clubber brought down another swift strike only to be dodged with a side step, instinct over-riding sense, the halfling tackled his attacker with enough force to send them both sprawling onto the ground. The halfling, with his numbed arm, would fight for dominance as the clubber grappled with the halfling, trying to throw the creature off himself desperately. The halflings currently bad hand would clasp his attackers wrist and tear it off himself to pin it to the ground. Grunting at the effort to do so, there was only animalistic rage to drive him. There was a struggle to keep it pinned with how the halflings arm seemed to be, but the attacker began to flail at his now, turn around captor. The halfling fought, and pushed with his good arm to get to the mans neck, grasping, and digging his claws in. He then proceededly began to pull back with his grip, and then push forwards repeatedly to slam the mans head against the packed dirt until finally he choked the man out. Continueing to bash the skull in even after the man had long given up and entered Diras embrace. During ALL of that was happening between the clubber and the halfling, the leader of the little surprise attack was holding his dagger inbetween himself and Ximal. Fear in his eyes as he watched the hulk of a man in front of him move, yell, and throw an imppeccable punch at him. Out of reaction, the leader tried to move out of the way and at the same time lash out at Ximal with his dagger; slashing Ximals skin as the punch would come into contact, pushing at him, harming him. The leader gasped and inhaled, too in pain to say anything, but his mouth was open, silently screaming in pain, from the surprise and prompty began to puke a meal up he may have eaten before this whole incident. There were no others to help the leader, his men had been taken care of, littering the ground with either incapacitated or dead men. The sun had slowly been setting on the scene, and with the departure of Synas rays came the night; and with that- came the sqaulling urchins and thugs within Sunberths streets. Preparing to prowl the streets and alleyways for anyone unlucky enough to cross pathes with them. This was usually when the halfling, himself, would skulk about and seek his prey out for their mizas, and sometimes when he was desperate enough- their flesh. The halfling had stopped beating the corpse now, wracked with the pain in his sides and chest, his arm, and partially his shoulder. The throb that was in his skull, which had faded, was now buzzing beneath his skull like insects during the summer nights. With someone else nearby, he couldn't devour whatever off these men but he could pocket what they may had on their corpses. Doing so with a rigidness about his body, moving towards the few that were nearby and rummaged for whatever before finally forcing himself over to the man whom had helped him inadvertantly escape whatever fate may have come to be. Holding out what he had found on the mens bodys he had searched to Ximal, he murmered in a deep rumblish, but soft, if not pained voice "..yours... for help...no need for."

[Ximal]

As Xi's fist drove seep into the leaders gut Xi velt a sharp pain over his arm, the sme one he'd struck with. The dagger had sliced a cut along his upper arm from slightly above his elbow to just below his shoulder in a diagonal angle. It wasn't deep by any margin but it still stung. As the leader dropped to the ground though Xi reached down tore off a large strip of cloth from that enormous tent like shirt and bandaged his own arm with it to prevent any bleeding before hitting the fat man in the back with the heel of his right foot, driving it into one of his vertebrae. It wouldn't crack it but the nerves would be shot for a while. Xi Gave him a look of disgust before turning to find the ball of fluff he'd assisted. Though what gave him a touch of the chills was the way the fluf ball spoke. Almost strained in his speaking. Though before he could respond to him Xi noticed his arm and saw that it was probably fractured. Dealign with injuries like that a lot himself he removed pig boys shirt thankfully still clean of puke and roe it into strips kicked a stall stands sign in breaking off a piece of perfectly straight wood. "Yeah, yeah you don't need my help just accept it. Because you've got it now don't move your arm looks injured." Before Blood could argue Xi's placed the stick next to his arm. and then used some strips to bind the stick against this arm to help the bone set back to normal. "Right now what did you do to piss these assholes off ?"

[Bloodfight]

Apparently the human had not understood his poor common speech, the halfling had meant he would give stuff off the corpses to the human for his help, that they would not need to split the spoils and that by helping him out of that tight situation was more than enough to warrant that. If the human didn't want those bits of the spoils then he would be glad to keep them, the halfling pocketed said items into his torn up trousers, their pockets just barely functionable. Even as the human continued to blather on, when he had mentioned the halflings own arm, he glanced at it and then back up to the human with a dubious expression. Yeah, it hurt, but it wasn't like he was going to complain about outwardly. The human motioned with both cloth and stick he had gathered, and then to his arm, and before he could stop the human, his arm was being bandaged seemingly. Sending a sharp, spearing pain up and down his arm. Shooting his good hand out, he tried to push the human away with his palm, screeching "OW" he stated bluntly, and loudly. The sharp movements and the grip of the human made it worse feeling so he just stood there, seething, glaring at him hard until he was finally done "what you do?" He questioned, defencively as he looked at the make-shift splint "what this?" The halfling continued on, forgoing Ximals own question about why the Sunberthians had been after him. That wasn't something the human needed to know, especially after helping him, perhaps if he ignored the question, the silly human would forget?

[Ximal]

As Xi bandaged bloods arm blood lashed out at him screaming in pain. Well turns out that this little hair ball wasn't used to getting damaged so this probably seemed like a lot. After bandaging the fur balls arm Xi stepped back and listened to the fur ball ask Xi what he'd done. Xi took a couple of steps back before responding to the hafling. "i fixed your arm. Or at least helped it. Now i wanna know what you did to piss these idiots off. I answered your question so answer mine." Xi wanted an answer, right now he'd done something he enjoyed thoroughly , namely beating the living heck out of slavers but he still wanted to know the reason as to why blood ad gotten into a dispute with them. Had he owed them money? Tried to steal from them? Whatever it was Xi wanted to know and may even congratulate him for it. But still right now. Xi just wanted a drink. The sun was setting and that meant there would be more vicious people out on the street. Namely him. So Xi watched the halfing awaiting an answer to his question.