Timestamp: 80th of Spring 513
13th Bell
"Whoa that was close!" K said sarcastically, dodging a simple broad punch the flew at him. "You almost-" He propelled his right fist, slamming a straight into the man's gut and winding him. "Got me..." K had been at the pit for a while now, enjoying the fact that he was strong, and a great fighter. Of course intimidation and luck had a bit to do with it, but overall he was cruising through challenges. Having beat three men, his boxing being unrivaled, he ended doing better than he expected. Of course he didn't know much in the art of unarmed combat, but studying under his master Ser Corben proved to be more than enough to beat the commoners here. As they proved to be useless without a sword, he understood why they were commoners and nothing more.
"You guys disgust me..." He said smugly as the men struggled up and found themselves staring at him angrily. "You know, I understand know why you guys are just commoners and not a part of the knighthood."
"You know... Someone from the knighthood would be expected to behave more honorably." One of the men uttered out. "Your honor is just-"
Instantly before letting the man finish, K's body flew forward, and a right stinging hook sent him to the floor. "You are a common man, who can't talk to me about honor, your family knows nothing of honor. Your job is to tend the fields, sell products and produce, and enjoy your free safe and happy life. Don't you, your friends, or anyone of your status ever tell me of honor." He replied to the man harshly, speaking at him like a child and coldly. "Commoners..." K said smugly, turning his body and walking away. He was shirtless, just in black cargo shorts, for he didn't plan on staying here for long.
The reason he was here was to make fun of the people who trained, he wanted to mock their status and how they would never rise, but he ended up taking it to far and being challenged. Talking trash got him a fight, three to be honest, and he flew through each and scared other challengers with his fist... And mouth. Now that he had proved a point, he ended up doing more than was expected. The only thing left to do was... Leave. Let the commoners keep their training grounds.
His white tee in his back right pocket, he quickly mounted his horse, looking at the men train in disgust. "Before I go..." K said as he moved his horse onto the grounds, the strong hooves flinging up dust and dirt. "Is there anyone here who wishes to challenge me in unarmed combat once more before I go.... Or would you rather the prince just leave?" He said aloud with a chuckle, flexing his breast muscles to make his chest dance. "Anyone? Or do you men wish to cower like simple women?" K was truly being disrespectful and needed to be knocked down a peg. "I see... Then you all will remain commoners... Enjoy your short lives of sorrow." He said as his horse began to walk off, bouncing slowly, he grew bored. He would stop an turn if a challenger challenged of course, but then again...
The men were scared... Who else was there?
13th Bell
"Whoa that was close!" K said sarcastically, dodging a simple broad punch the flew at him. "You almost-" He propelled his right fist, slamming a straight into the man's gut and winding him. "Got me..." K had been at the pit for a while now, enjoying the fact that he was strong, and a great fighter. Of course intimidation and luck had a bit to do with it, but overall he was cruising through challenges. Having beat three men, his boxing being unrivaled, he ended doing better than he expected. Of course he didn't know much in the art of unarmed combat, but studying under his master Ser Corben proved to be more than enough to beat the commoners here. As they proved to be useless without a sword, he understood why they were commoners and nothing more.
"You guys disgust me..." He said smugly as the men struggled up and found themselves staring at him angrily. "You know, I understand know why you guys are just commoners and not a part of the knighthood."
"You know... Someone from the knighthood would be expected to behave more honorably." One of the men uttered out. "Your honor is just-"
Instantly before letting the man finish, K's body flew forward, and a right stinging hook sent him to the floor. "You are a common man, who can't talk to me about honor, your family knows nothing of honor. Your job is to tend the fields, sell products and produce, and enjoy your free safe and happy life. Don't you, your friends, or anyone of your status ever tell me of honor." He replied to the man harshly, speaking at him like a child and coldly. "Commoners..." K said smugly, turning his body and walking away. He was shirtless, just in black cargo shorts, for he didn't plan on staying here for long.
The reason he was here was to make fun of the people who trained, he wanted to mock their status and how they would never rise, but he ended up taking it to far and being challenged. Talking trash got him a fight, three to be honest, and he flew through each and scared other challengers with his fist... And mouth. Now that he had proved a point, he ended up doing more than was expected. The only thing left to do was... Leave. Let the commoners keep their training grounds.
His white tee in his back right pocket, he quickly mounted his horse, looking at the men train in disgust. "Before I go..." K said as he moved his horse onto the grounds, the strong hooves flinging up dust and dirt. "Is there anyone here who wishes to challenge me in unarmed combat once more before I go.... Or would you rather the prince just leave?" He said aloud with a chuckle, flexing his breast muscles to make his chest dance. "Anyone? Or do you men wish to cower like simple women?" K was truly being disrespectful and needed to be knocked down a peg. "I see... Then you all will remain commoners... Enjoy your short lives of sorrow." He said as his horse began to walk off, bouncing slowly, he grew bored. He would stop an turn if a challenger challenged of course, but then again...
The men were scared... Who else was there?