PM to join Fractured Friendship. (Alexander Faircroft)

[Irathia]

Everything was static to her, she was starting to breath a bit heavier now... Next thing she knew it she was being thrown around like a rag doll and was punched in the back of the head. She was stumbling to the ground now, and now sand was in her mouth. She quickly scrambled to her feet and stared at Alex, he was beckoning to have Irathia take control. "Irathia is DEAD!" She screeched, running forward towards the squire. She slid forward, shooting her gauntlet clad fist out towards Alex's face... She then went and swung her hammer in a upwards motion, trying to hit him in the chin. If that were to hit Irathia would shoot out her hammer and try to hit him in the chest again. She was hissing and actually spat at Alex through the entire attack as the animal inside Irathia was loose and wanting blood.

[Alexander Faircroft]

That’s it. Get madder, let out all the rage. Time to see just how far your anger will take you Alex pulled back from her again as his trike connected and she lost balance. He had calm, training, patience, tactics, planning and above all he wanted to help. To drag her out of this state, and the only way was to push her through it. He exhaled slowly, whirling hiss word lightly to keep balance and grip on it as the events continued to unfold. Each passing second of this was draining, not just his stamina but his will. He didn’t want to push her through this but she needed someone to see her through it. A scream of a false conclusion. Alex spoke back in the same hardened tone.
“If she’s dead then who are you?” He managed to get out before the fist came towards his face. He snapped his shield up to take the brunt of the impact his arm buckling a littler from the sheer force the careless power behind it. His sword then clicked up to stop the heavy swung of her hammer catching it on the haft.

“Is this the best you’ve got? Keep pushing else you’ll never break through.” He held a hard gaze on her, the resolution in his eyes clear to see, even as a slight miss calculation meant her hammer slid straight into the centre mass of his torso. The plate creaking and wanting to give beneath the force. He whirled the strike away with his sword arm. Trying to open up her form for a hard strike of his own. “If rage is all that’s fuelling you then let’s exhaust it!” He stepped in this time and instead of wanting to harm her any further he tries to strike her in the stomach and knock the wind from her lungs.

He knew he had a penance to pay but he’d pay that to Irathia not her anger. In this close his sword was more or less pointless. So he’d have to face her without it. “The angrier you get the sloppier you get. If you’re not careful it will end up costing you Ira. And I don’t want to lose another friend to something I could have stopped.”

[Irathia]

Irathia felt Alex's slam against her stomach. Her eyes bulged and some spittle shot out of her mouth as it shot open, the air from her lungs quickly escaping from her lungs. She fell on her knees as she quickly breathed, trying to get air in and out of her lungs, tears welled in Irathia's eyes slightly as her breathing returned to normal. She looked up and screamed at alex once more, quickly lunging at Alex, she swung her hammer wildly, most of them clearly missed, only giving Alex a nice wind. Irathia got to her feet and felt anger swell and grow more as she shouted again at Alex, her breathing was more ragged and she had a small bruise on her cheek that was forming due to the falling on her face earlier. She charged forward, swinging her hammer in pulse of four, and occasionally she would throw a sloppy punch at Alex. Irathia wavered slightly while she was letting out her barrage of attacks... She looked tired when it happened, and the hammer swing was weaker than the rest that occurred after. She continued to beat over and over again, but her breathing was audibly louder compared to the first flurry.

[Alexander Faircroft]

The contrast in style was stark and evident. Despite Ira’s impressive power and usually well controlled skill with her hammer right now she was so feral that he just had to slide side to side about her to avoid the strikes. Even in so close to her he didn’t need to use much effort to avoid things. As his fist collided with her stomach he honestly and deeply hated every moment. He didn’t want to fight her in this state, he hated having to see her like this. If he didn’t find a way to snap her out of it soon. Odds were he’d loose a friend. Another strike, he let this one hit. The lunge didn’t hold as much power as it once had, she was slowing down and losing control of her weapon. It still stung enough to make him take a half step back to catch his weight.

Then came the wild flurry, wide and just out of range. He could see her slowing. She threw a wide and slow punch. She was on the last legs of her anger and her steam. On the final rotation of swings he simply caught the wild punch in his left hand, raising his sword high enough to catch her hammer and with a sharp smack of steel on wood he knocked it from her hand. Knocking it far from her grasp. He tossed his word aside in the same motion and then reached out to try and wrap an arm around Ira’s shoulders. He’d then pull her in close to his chest and let her wail on his armour. He’d use the remaining strength he had to restrain her and let her just unload.

His voice faded to its normal tone. Perhaps even a little softer as he spoke. His left hand would go up and press on her head lightly. Making sure she couldn’t bite at him as he spoke. “I’m sorry Ira… I’m sorry I forced you into this state. Just… Wake up.” The words light and easy as he spoke them but carried a weight that belied his tone of voice. He was sorry for the pain he’d caused in a moment of weakness. In a moment of him being less than himself. “I’m sorry for what I’ve said.”

[Irathia]

Irathia's hammer was away from her, and she hissed loudly, he pulled her in close and pushed her mouth away from his body... She snapped her mouth as she started to punch Alex as hard as she can, but she was going slower, and she was clearly getting exhausted as she punched Alex over and over again. Her eyes fluttered a tiny bit as her punching began to slow and become weaker, she stopped baring her teeth as she continued, each hit being followed by a low huff of air as she was getting exhausted from the constant hitting and no restraint on energy. She bunched both hands into a fist and began using that to hit Alex, she was still occasionally snapped her teeth at his arm though. Suddenly Irathia did one last hard punch, before she crumpled over onto her side. She was out cold, muttering slightly under her breath as laid on the sand. Sera Ravonai ran to Irathia, placing a hand on her face... Sera Ravonai placed Irathia's head on her lap, pushing her hair out of her face.

[Alexander Faircroft]

The clang of the steel of her gauntlets against the armour he wore rang out. Blow after blow, each one signalling the waning of her stamina. But beneath it all each impact rang through Alex’s torso. He’s started this and he’d damned well finish it. As the onslaught petered out he closed his eyes. The last few impacts ringing in his ears and through his torso before finally her strength waned and she fell slack in his arms. He’d managed to subdue her. Not through means of harm nor force just simply through letting her rage over power her stamina.

He let her go slowly into Sera Ravonai’s arms. Alex sighed slowly before stepping over to pick up his sword. “Sera Ravonai. It may not be my place to say this as a simple squire. However I hope that Ira gets her anger under control soon. If not it’s going to end up killing her. If one as unskilled as I can subdue her through just simply out thinking her blind rage. Imagine what someone who’s both skilled and can think with intent to kill her could do. Please make sure she’s safe. I’ll head off now because I don’t want a repeat happening when she wakes up and sees me. Just please tell her I’m sorry.” He slipped his blade into its scabbard the soft hiss of steel against wood and leather ringing out.

He started to walk off from the training grounds. His hand tightened into a fist as he walked off. When out of sight he slammed his hand into the stone work. He was angry. He was beyond mad, but at himself. His neglect to care for his actions and his words had caused him to push someone else down a path he could have otherwise save her from. Why do I always do this… I push away everyone. I force away everyone. And when I try and save it, I just make it worse. He hissed out a breath from between his teeth. As he started to walk off and away from the training grounds to go and settle his head by the water’s edge he just glanced back towards the grounds. I’m just sorry I took so long to say it.

[Samuel Longwell]

Grading Complete Please edit your grade request thread so that it's obvious that it's been graded. Feel free to PM me if you have any questions/problems with your grade. Name: Irathia XP Award: Planning 1 Socialisation 1 Meditation 1 Weapon: Shield 2 Weapon: Light Hammer 4 Unarmed Combat 3 Endurance 2 Lore: Trouble Sleeping Venting Anger At Alex Shield Points:+1 Patron Name: Alex XP Award: Rhetoric 1 Weapon: Shield 5 Weapon: Bastard Sword 2 Leadership 2 Endurance 1 Unarmed Combat 3 Wrestling 1 Lore: A Difficult Apology Irathia: Venting Her Anger Shield Points:+2 Trying to help Ira work through her anger Notes:Nice thread guys. Wasn't too sure what to do with the shield points, but I decided it wasn't actually training. Also no one got hurt so no negative points! Enjoy your grade.