Completed [The Spinning Coin] For Justice (Kreig, Markus)

[Markus Andres]

A powerful haymaker slung Markus' failing defence aside and the single open eye saw the follow up attack about to break through and land a solid strike. But something drew him away - most likely Kreig. Strikes had managed to get by his defence and Markus would probably have a headache and a black eye and sore face and body for a week. At the moment, the pain did not phase him. He had only a single goal. The utter destruction of these lowlifes. Markus' arms were no longer pressed into the defence. His right elbow went down into the back of the man's head or spine. Elbow after elbow raining down upon the man's back. Markus could hear him grunt in pain, but all in all, the strikes were ineffectual. Markus had to do something quick, before his organs were squished into jelly. His lungs were made of flames as the lack of oxygen burned. He reached down to the man's head and his fingers found a depression in his face. His other hand found the back of the man's head. Keeping it secure. There went a shiver of fear through the body of the heavy man when he realized what Markus intended. A growl of denial escaped the rapist's lips. Markus applied the necessary amount of pressure to obtain the desirable target. His thumb sunk in deep. The heavy arms released Markus and immediately fresh oxygen rejuvenated his lungs. The heavy man's head down by Markus' side unleashed a sundering howl of pain as he tried to retreat from the knight. The knight's left hand still holding him close. Held him in check. Forced his thumb further into the eye socket. The howl intensified. Markus pushed the man down to the ground. Both his arms went up to protect the now gouged eye. Blood pouring free. Markus was no longer the only fighter in this ring who had lost an eye. What Kreig would see and hear when he turned to face Markus again, was him pushing away on the ring's edge. Markus, tackling the heavy rapist to the ground. Markus was not a competent fighter, but he had two advantages. One, his physique was that of an Akalak. Second, his eye was only covered by blood, not missing. He pinned the man to the ground with his own heavy body. The pent up rage at Fallon's fate. The frustration of being useless when it mattered. The wrath of finding them. Unleashed on this man's face. Markus' heavy fists rained down with abandon upon his face. It felt liberating. Finally let the flood gates open and find release for the anger. Some of the early strikes fell short, landed upon arms or simply missed. But soon the resistance simply ceased. Markus' punches did not. "YOU... PIECE... OF... SHYKE!" The words were growled out between fists striking a face that turned more tender as each strike landed. Markus did not know what stopped him from continuously striking the obviously unconscious man. Was it Kreig? Some deity from afar? A flicker of compassion coming through the rage? Or the pain he felt in his fists? He did not know - but he stopped. Stood up, fists shaking and trembling with pain and barely held back anger. The single open eye that oft filled with kindness was little more than a sliver of contempt for these men. They were all in pain. The heavy man was probably dead. Something that would probably haunt Markus in the years to come, but at the moment, he felt good. Liberated. His eye found the old geezer. His face was broken. Yet that was not enough. For he was awake. The battle had been won. There would probably be people coming soon to escort them out of the ring. Markus cared little now as his foot went down on the throat of the old man lying there. Crushing his windpipe and throat under his immense weight. Cutting off both blood and oxygen supply. "Still feeling superior?" Venom dripping from his words as he applied more pressure to the delicate neck. Feeble hands tried to grab his foot and push it away. But alas, Markus was too heavy. Too strong. The man's eyes rolled up, showing the white. Markus looked down at him. The rage ate away at him, but somewhere the knight in him drew a line. The other man had been a part of the fight, in the heat of battle. This... this was straight up murder. He released the pressure from the man's throat. "Petch it..." Markus said, bloody spit landing on the unconscious old man. He would turn to Kreig, no words on his lips. Just a grim sense of joy from having gotten vengeance.

[Radiant]

"Good fight, good fight. Bloody interesting, literally." Gene clapped his hands at the show the men put. In the end, the duo won against the quad, they were good. He ordered his men to gather up the fallen and bring them somewhere for medical care or just throw them to the street, he would think of that later. If they didn't have coin, then the latter it was. As Markus and Kreig exited the cage, The Spinning Coin filled with cheers and shouts from the patrons.

"Good job, men, here's a share for a show well done" He tossed both Kreig and Markus a leather pouch, both of them filled with fifty gold mizas "I gained a lot from betting on you two, might as well share some of 'em... do come back again and beat up more asses for me." With that, he returned to his table and drank more ale. A good night indeed.

Kreig :

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+2 XP
Intimidation	+3 XP
Rhetoric	+2 XP
Brawling	+2 XP
Unarmed Combat	+2 XP

Lores

Lore Earned

A Bloody Night At The Spinning Coin

The Four Petchers

An Ode To Dira

For Justice!

Revenge Is Sweet

Not Even Breaking A Sweat

Loots

+50 GM

Markus :

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+2 XP
Intimidation	+3 XP
Rhetoric	+1 XP
Brawling	+3 XP
Unarmed Combat	+3 XP
Flux	+1 XP

Lores

Lore Earned

A Bloody Night At The Spinning Coin

The Four Petchers

Raging Anger

For Justice!

Revenge Is Sweet

Drawing The Line

Loots

+50 GM

Notes :

Awesome thread, gentlemen. You taught those petchers a real lesson.

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