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[Mithryn Outpost] Wildwalkers(Marrick)

Postby Sei Tendo on April 1st, 2014, 5:46 pm

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Sei stood proudly behind Ser Erik. He looked at the other squire, eyeing him from head to toe. Something was.. Off about him, but the Kelvic tiger didn't know what. It was making him uncomfortable since he didn't know, but he was getting a weird vibe from him. His Patron was still talking to the opposite squire's Patron. This man had jet black hair, pale pink skin, and strangely pale blue eyes. He looked to be in his early twenties, and had an athletic build somewhat similar to his own. That has to be it. He has to be a Kelvic. Sei then realized he'd been staring at the man, er, Kelvic the whole time. He snapped his head away, hoping the other hadn't noticed.

"Sei."

"Yes Ser Erik?"

"Ser has agreed with me to have you and Marrick here spar."

"YES SER!" He said excitedly. He loved to spar, and his Patron knew this very well. The only thing that usually upset Ser Erik when he was sparring, was the fact he couldn't help talking to his opponents. It was his way of getting to know them though, so unless it was really important his Patron ignored it.

As always, Sei was dressed for the occasion. Light, studded leather armor and leather boots. His right arm was inside the brace of his small steel shield, and his shortsord was slung across his back. He always had that playful glint in his green catlike eyes when he was sparring, so must people thought he was just playing around in battle, but the opposite was true. A Kelvic spar, huh? Bring it on. He looked up at Marrick, giving him a friendly nod of his head. He then began to speak.

"Should we spar with weapons? Or do you perfer your fists?"
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Postby Marrick Corvis on April 14th, 2014, 1:47 am

Marrick was still feeling the beating he had just taken from Kreig only a bell or two ago and the ache in his body was already beginning to make him reconsider his choice of armours. Something lighter, like what Kreig and his Patron wore would serve him better. Yet, his Patron insisted that he wear heavy for all practice apart from long distance physical training.

The rain had somehow miraculously begun to subside at least, as the Kelvic awaited his next opponent. The steady rattle of the falling water had changed to the occasional tap, and Marrick could not have been more grateful.

Yet something had been bugging him since that first sparring match. Why had David placed him with a clearly superior opponent. What was it that Marrick had done to make his Patron throw him to the wolves like that. The Kelvic tried with all his might to believe there was some lesson he had yet to understand. Some metaphor waiting for him to unravel, though no matter how he tried he could not shake the feeling that his Ser Knight Patron, had betrayed him. Childish and foolish though it was.

Ser David Whitevine stood behind him, checking the buckles of his armour with the occasional gentle tug, when Marricks new adversairy was presented. The man and his Patron appeared like many others the Kelvic had met. Yet an odd familiarity kept tickling at the back of his mind. It reminded him of when he had first met Altaira, when the pair of them had spent the better part of a morning trying to talk sense into a mutual friend. Something in the way he moved. Lightly, yet purposefully smooth.

This Sei, character reminded Marrick of a Tom Cat. The swagger in his walk, and the unusual color of his eyes coupled together hinted to the Kelvic that his suspicions were correct about the man. Yet it was possible he was just a Vantha, time would tell.

Marrick watched as the other squire eagerly responded to his Patron with interest. The two of them seemed to have a good relationship. There was an eagerness in their voices that spoke of an understanding that the little Raven wanted more than anything at that moment. Though one thing struck him as truly odd, Sei wore no helm. For a moment the Kelvic lilted his head to one side and reflected his opponent’s curiosity.

Though, the casual manner in which Sei offered Marrick his weapon of choice, the little raven’s curiosity peaked. Almost as if Sei were a shiny copper or sunlight on a pond. Like bringing the lens up to his eye he removed his helm to better see him.

He was a lean looking man, with bright eyes and a swift tongue. Marrick knew from personal experience that a swift tongue and the intelligence that bright eyes hid behind them often led to trouble. Well, if that’s what his opponent wanted. Marrick was in no mood to disappoint him.

“Fists!” Marrick said, his eyes like daggers. Like a man preparing for a deserved rest he began to unbuckle his armour.

“Little Brother, you are here to learn the long sword and shield. Not play at pugilism.” Ser Whitevine said softly and sagely in his ear as he laid a hand on his shoulder.

Marrick wanted a break from training, even if it was a good brutal fight. At least he would know what he was doing this time. With an angry shrug he shook his Patrons hand from his shoulder and shed his breast plate. “Oi’m toired o’ losein. Oi’ve enough aches n’ pains from yer trainin today Sir.” The squire said with soft venom on his tongue as he laid his Breast plates to rest on a nearby stool.

The squire ignored the long sigh of his Patron as he unsnapped his leg armour and laid it beside his other parts of chest armour. It felt like shedding a great weight. It made all the aches and pains seem like they were stripped along with his armour. When all of it was off and he could feel the cool mud between his toes , the Kelvic knew he was in his element. Wafts of steam rose from his exposed torso and crouched, clasping a bit of slimy earth in his palms, rubbing the cool wet dirt in his hands. For a moment he smelled the contents, thinking on the water and muck. Footing would be difficult, but better without his boots.

He stood slowly and took a deep breath, exhaling the air from his lungs and focussing his thoughts to his opponent. ‘Breathe correctly, move correctly.’ He thought to himself, giving his opponent a respectful nod. With the grace of a dear he walked through the muck on the balls of his feet and tested a fighting stance in the mud. He was ready, he wanted a good brawl. His eagerness almost made him forget the anger and shame he was feeling, and Marrick knew that the pain he was about to experience most definitely would.
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Postby Sei Tendo on April 14th, 2014, 3:01 pm

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Sei listened to Marrick and his Patron speak, and tried to hold back a laugh. He was curious now because the other squire and Patron had a different type of bond. It was more like, 'just business' than 'Teach and be teached' kind of thing. As his opponent removed his armor, the Kelvic realized Marrick looked much more comfortable. Yeah, he's got to be a Kelvic. Removing his weaponry and boots, he stepped forward and returned Marrick's nod. He then started his attack.

He dashed toward Marrick, holding back on his speed to save stamina. The ground was cool from the rain, but at the moment he needed to focus. First I need to see what kind of strength and defense he has, then I can tell how much I need to win. He feigned with his left fist, switching to his right when he was close enough to his opponent. He aimed a rigth jab for Marrick's chest, seeing as it was now exposed without his breastplate. He knew that his armor wasn't the best at defending, but he could cover most of it with his speed. His armor allowed him easy movement however, so he had what he thought he needed.

Wether or not the blow struck true he didn't know, but he was only concerned about learning the enemy defense, so he didn't stop after the punch. The next move he made was to circle his opponent quickly, getting to his left side. The movement was sloppy, but it was the best he could manage. He attempted to strike left side of Marrick's ribcage. He then moved back quickly, putting a bit of ground between himself and his opponent.

"Try and keep up friend."
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Postby Marrick Corvis on April 17th, 2014, 1:40 am

Sei’s initial attack was swift and ferocious, but Marrick felt as if his skin was tingling with an electrical current. Almost like he could feel the brewing of a thunderstorm before the lightning struck. If Marrick hadn’t been so acutely aware he would have missed the feint that Sei made with his left fist, and taken a completely unprotected strike to the left side of his chest. The Raven Kelvic almost flitted in his movement out of the way, shifting his weight so that his body became perpendicular to his enemies attack. With simultaneous motion he brought his left forearm out like a blade and tapped away Sei’s punch with subtle redirection of his energy.

The fleeting confirmation of his opponents identity as a Kelvic struck home with his initial movement and strike. He was probably a predatory animal of some kind. A wolf or lion perhaps, but Marrick didn’t dwell long on the idea as Sei shifted his weight and circled around to his left side. The other Kelvics movement seemed undisciplined, and for a moment, Marrick felt he had found someone of similar if not equal skill.

The strike came at is rib cage. Marrick used both his arms to weather the blow, bringing them together like a wall. The raw power behind the blow made him step back in retreat, only to see his opponent do the same. The tingle in his veins made the Raven Kelvic exhale as he quickly wiped a smear of mud off his face.

Then he heard Sei’s comment. It’s mocking tone registered subtly in the back of his mind, as much as a smirk might and it only fuelled the Raven Kelvic’s desire to land a hit. For a moment, Marrick became very still, and picked his target. ‘A shoiner o’ a swollen lip would shut this Kelvics yap.’ He thought to himself with a little smile.

Like an arrow from a bow, Marrick shot forward into Sei’s strike range. He closed the gap quickly, dancing through the mud like a dear evading a wolf. When he was close enough to lean in for a kiss, he dipped his left shoulder and made a swift light jab for the right side of his opponent’s abdomen. However, as weakly committed as the strike was, he couldn’t tell if it landed. The real prize was the left side of his temporary enemy’s face.

As soon as the Raven Kelvic’s left arm had recoiled he levelled a right hook at the left side of Sei’s face. The adrenaline rush in his veins made the his sense of touch muffled, but he certainly felt something against his fist. Whether it made contact or not, Marrick wasn’t sure, but he wanted to return his opponents nettles.

“Fast enough fer yeh, Kitten?” The Raven Kelvic said in a voice dripping with mockery, once his retreat brought him to bounce on his toes just outside of Sei's strike range.
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Postby Sei Tendo on April 18th, 2014, 6:51 pm

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Fast though he may be, Sei's first attack didn't go as planned. The other squire managed to deflect his punch at the last minute, causing the tiger more problems. His fist was knocked away, leaving his chest area exposed, but it seemed as though Marrick hadn't noticed. The other brought his forearms together, creating a shield for his ribcage. Upon striking the other squire, Sei felt a sting in his elbow, most likely due to impact.

He noticed a slight change in the atmosphere around Marrick after his comment, almost as if it bothered the other. Heh, maybe I can get more fun out of this. He smirked at the thought. Marrick gets upset and it's an easy win. Or perhaps it would get more difficult? Well, it was high time the tiger found out.

In the meantime, one thing was for sure. Marrick was a Kelvic. He wasn't able to fully analyze the other, so he wasn't able to tell if Marrick was the hunter or the hunted. He'd figure it out soon enough though. There was nothing he could do except guess.

Sei snapped to focus just in time to see Marrick enter his strike range. Alright, finally showin' me your offense, huh? Bring it. The Kelvic watched his opponents footing. It was quick and also clumsy, but it got the job done. Marrick went for his abdominal area, so the stripped one merely twisted his torso out of range. Just between the transfer of his weight from right to left, the other fighter struck his jaw. The blow was strong and swift, but the tiger didn't let it bother him.

He took a step back, growling after Marricks comment. He lifted his head to show a confidently smug grin, wiping the blood that made it's was down his lip. He narrowed his eyes, a playful glint behind them, and glared. Marrick had probably figured out that he was Kelvic, so his comment did double damange to the tigers ego.

"I'm a Tiger not a cat you weak fool." He said with all possible venom. Now it was Sei's turn to dance in on Marrick. He went in quick with sloppy footwork, delivering a feign with his rigth fist to get closer, only to aim his knee for Maarick's stomach.
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Postby Marrick Corvis on April 20th, 2014, 8:58 pm

The low growl of his opponent confirmed that Marrick had struck home, insults or fists, it didn’t matter. Marrick wanted a win, more than anything. The Raven Kelvic was tired of losing, and he was prepared to do anything for victory. Lightly he bounced sideways with his opponent as he wiped the blood from his lip. Through narrowed eyes he watched Sei carefully, for any movement.

It occurred to the Little Raven that Sei was a glory fighter. He would smile at him through pain, he would present an unstoppable front. The little raven had known many boys and men in Ravok who had similar personalities, though Sei was not those men.

When his opponent bolted forward in another vicious attack, Marrick was ready for him. With a swift hand he blocked and grabbed Sei Tendo’s Arm, only to miss the knee that hit him square in the gutt. Instinctively he exhaled loudly with a wail of air, and let go of his attackers arm. Desperate to recover he rolled away to put some distance between them and tried to gather some air into his uncooperative lungs. He was so distracted with his lack of breath, he nearly missed Sei’s comment.

Sei was a Tiger Kelvic. A light went off like a flare of sunlight at dawn as it rose over the Cobalt, in Marrick’s mind. Tigers were ferocious predators, every blow delivered would be crippling in its power. If Marrick showed weakness or failed to dance out of the way of his strikes, this Kelvic would go for his throat. The little raven knew it was time to switch tactics.

As he rose from the ground he grasped a handful of dirt and muck in his hand. He wasn’t ready for an attack, but he had to act swiftly to win. With a shallow breath, Marrick leapt forward whipping the mud pie into Sei’s face.

“MARRICK!” His Patron shouted in reaction to his squire's underhanded tactic, but the little Raven was not about to stop.

As he drew close, the Kelvic slipped his leg behind his opponent and slammed every ounce of his weight into Sei’s chest. Marrick didn’t have any breath to waste on the Tiger this time. Every last gasp was precious, and he was going to put this cat in a bag!
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Postby Sei Tendo on April 24th, 2014, 6:08 pm

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The striped one chuckled evily as his knee connected with Marrick's gut. His partner gasped for air, backing away. The tiger was about to make a remark, but Marrick chose to throw dirt in his face at the moment. The tiger growled, but calmed quickly. A friend of mine already tried this, so it won't work twice.

The Kelvic focused on his hearing and sense of smell. Two scents were still, another was coming around quick. He could also here the slap of feet hitting the ground. He stepped to the left swiftly, punchingi out with his left, hopefully connecting with something before being slammed into. The first thing he thought of was to push back, but he instead went for twisting his torso as much as possible before clearing his eyes.

"I have a good nose and a nice set of ears." He said, attempting to force Marrick to the ground. His Patron yelled something after Marrick's, but he didn't care. He was too busy trying to get the other Kelvic down. He crushed his foot hopefully on top of Marrick's, grinding it fiercely. He was to busy with the adrenaline to notice if he'd actually gotton the other.
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Postby Marrick Corvis on April 26th, 2014, 2:50 am

Marrick’s attempt to knock over his opponent worked more or less. Accept not the way he had intended. Instead of toppling his opponent, the Raven Kelvic had merely imbalanced him. Sei twisted his body trying to maintain his balance. The Tiger Kelvic’s weight shifted back, and Marrick filled that void trying to stay inside his opponents reach.

When Sei wiped away the muck from his face, Marrick couldn’t help but notice his eyes. Green and catlike, like little split emeralds. That was when he tried to point out Marrick’s futile efforts, which only made the Raven Kelvic’s grin blossom.

“Then Oi, shall have teh, take those away next.” The Kelvic spat as he let Sei grapple and force him over. As he fell, he slipped his foot out from under the hard stomp of Sei. At first he let the weight fall naturally. Then like a stone rolling downhill he dropped, pulling Sei with him. The very foot he had withdrawn, he lifted up between them. As Marrick’s curled back met with soft wet earth, he unfurled, kick-shoving out hard with his leg at Sei’s core. “Toime teh floy wee kitten!”
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Postby Sei Tendo on May 11th, 2014, 8:29 pm

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The Kelvic tiger grunted roughly as Marrick's foot connected with his chest. He balled his fist and punched the other in the face, but before he could repeat the process when someone grabbed him from behind, forcing him off the other. The next thing he knew he was struggling to get free. He wanted to teach Marrick a lesson, but the arms restraining him said otherwise.

"Calm down Sei!"

It took Sei a few ticks to recognize the voice as his patron, but when he did he immediately stopped struggling. He really wanted to rip away from Ser Erik and beat Marrick to a pulp, but he had no intention of disobeying his Patron. He would restrain himself. For now.
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Postby Marrick Corvis on May 19th, 2014, 1:29 am

Marrick was about to send Sei Tendo on the trip of a lifetime by launching him bodily into the air, but a well-timed strike to Marrick’s nose put that plan to rest. His eyes watered and he could taste the blood in his mouth. Blind, and insane with rage the Raven Kelvic struck out wildly, only to feel the Tiger Kelvics weight suddenly pull away.

Not wanting to waste an opportunity to get the upper hand he rolled away and struggled awkwardly into a defensive stance. With a quick wipe he cleared one of his eyes and squinted at the situation before him.

Sei had been restrained and his Patron was giving him some sort of talk which seemed to calm him down. Marrick knew this wasn’t the end of it though. It never was with people who played for blood. Something inside him wanted to have it out, and he didn’t want to wait for it to hit him in the back.

“Come on yeh pechin house cat! Is yer patron gonna give yeh a treat now for bein sech a good kitten?!” Marrick said with all the venom he could muster, just before his own Patron stepped in between him and his enemy.

“Squire Corvis stand down!” the Raven Kelvic heard his Patron shout as he drew close one hand up, the other on his sword hilt.

“That pechin vagik-“ Marrick pointed at Sei Tendo as he tried to argue the point.

“THAT SQUIRE IS YOUR ALLY MARRICK CORVIS!” David Whitevine shouted with wild anger in his eyes. “The two of you may have to fight in a shield wall, or at each other’s backs! You will stop this!” His Knight hissed at him.

Marrick’s stance lost a certain amount of its intensity, and he sucked up the blood and snot from his broken nose and spat. His bloodied teeth showed in a vicious looking grin, and he drew up his attack stance tightly again.

David whitevine’s own stance relaxed and he stood straight. Then almost in a whisper he spoke, “You disappoint me little brother. You told me once that you wanted to give something back to Syliras for freeing you, and you would relentlessly attack a brother of the order. I taught you better than that, yet lately it seems all you want to do is learn the hard way.”

The Raven Kelvic’s eyes drew wide a moment and the reality of what he was about to do hit him like a slap in the face. He shook his head and looked around to see where he was. He had half expected to be on a dirty canal street in Ravok, but instead saw the familiar walls of the Mithryn Garrison Practice Bailey. Like, a child who’s realized he’d just been caught hitting his sister, he dropped his fighting stance to hang his head in shame. “OI… I’m sorry sir.”

Marrick raised his chin to try and look his Patron in the eye only to see David turn his back on him. “You will stay where you are or I will tan your hide and make a new pair of boots! You hear me Marrick Corvis!”

The Raven Kelvic heaved a heavy sigh and stood straight, letting the blood trickle down his nose. “Aye Sir.” He shouted. Marrick knew that he was in trouble. He would expect a whipping for this, but that wasn’t on his mind at the moment. He felt an overwhelming rush of guilt seizing his chest, mixed with a hungry anger that craved Sei Tendo’s blood.

The Raven haired squire watched as David strode forward and tapped Sir Erik on the shoulder. “We need to talk.” The Kelvic scarcely heard his patron say, just before David lead Ser Erik off to the side of the sparring circle where they spoke in hushed whispers.

The scowl on Marricks face only grew more dark and stormy as he worried incessantly about what the two Knights were talking about. Yet, nothing could be gained by watching the two Patrons talk. Instead he turned his glare on Sei. If his gaze were daggers, they’d have stabbed the Tiger Kelvic repeatedly.

Not wanting to waste any more time on his opponent, Marrick turned his gaze back to the two Patrons who were now smiling at one another. The two skilled fighters in their mirth made Marrick quirk an eyebrow. ‘What are they plottin?’ he thought to himself.

Almost as if they had heard him thinking, the pair chuckled darkly and walked back into the ring. “Alright you two hooligans. We’ve reached a decision.”

Marrick’s quirked eyebrow lowered, only for his other eyebrow to rise in concern. “What… What have yeh decoided?” The Raven Kelvic’s eyes darted between Ser Whitevine, Ser Erik, and Sei.
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