Olav dashed close to Kreig, throwing out jab after jab. Kreig turned and twisted his body trying to avoid them but most if not all had struck like a chisel to stone, slowly tearing away at him. At the end of his flurry of Jabs Olav stepped in to unleash a right hook aimed at Kreig’s side, Kreig could barely blocked as he raised an elbow to pblcok its path. It hurt regardless but it was much better than having his liver struck, that would have ended him immediately.
Dropping his guard briefly, Kreig hoped Olav would take the invite in the midst of his offensive barrage. And lo and behold he did as tried to throw an uppercut which Kreig could barely avoid so fast was Olav’s strike that the skin of Olav’s knuckles grazed against Kreig’s chin.
‘ Time for payback, ya ol’ shaft digger ’ Kreig thought as he threw his fist in a hook punch against Olav’s stomach, but Olav deftly stepped back and to side away from the trajectory of Kreig punch, another jab striking to brawler’s face and then following with a straight that Kreig narrowly redirected with straight punch only for an uppercut to catch the brawler off-guard in the stomach.
Kreig gasped, but had not buckled over. Kreig may have felt like dropping but the fact he hadn’t meant the punch hadn’t much power to, and likely due to Olav’s exhaustion. The older man had little kindle left to burn and Kreig not far behind.
Kreig broke away at that point, panting heavily as he looked at Olave with a wide grin on his face. Kreig was enjoying the fight immensely, and Olav seemed to be feeling the same which made it all the better. Kreig gave Olav a come here gesture with his hands, readying his fist to deliver a haymaker if he timed everything perfectly.
Olav moved closer then, a last burst of energy and perhaps readying his strike to Over throw Kreig with, but at this precise moment a voice shouted over them.
“TIME” And so Olav paused and Kreig had no choice but to relax, both fell on their rears as they gathered their breaths. In the end this spar ended in a draw, but a draw was something that grated at them like a loss. It culd be assumed Kreig would have won had both faught at the height of their energy, but Kreig wasn’t quite certain, Olav lasted a good deal longer than Kreig expected and the speed of his punches were better than Kreig, while Kreig had the virtue of being younger and would have fared better in a location other than the pit.
Ultimately Kreig felt it was uncertain, but if the Tall Johnny ever decided to set the two against each other than Kreig guess their score would be settled then.
For now he just wanted to take a break. The younger man looked over to Olav he looked to bejust as relieved that everything ended, but of course in his eyes there was that spark in his eyes that told he felt as much as Kreig did about their score.
Kreig slowly got up and so did Olav, the employee who had timed their fight wandered seeing as his task was done.
“I coulda taken ya” Kreig boasted even as his everything felt like shyke.
“yeah yeah, go back to yer mother’s tits why don’t ya?” Retorted Olav, who was doing a poor job at hiding his “By the way Johnny says you have a fight tonight”
“Wait what?” Kreig looked back to Olav, who let out a wicked grin “I’m so tired I ain’t sure I got the energy for that?”
“So get some sleep, by night ye’ll get all yer energy back I’m sure, know I will”
“But I’ll be sore!”
“Yeah? Well a real fighter doesn’t gets to always choose when to fight, ‘sides yer replacing another fight an’ yer up against another brat… I’m sure you’ll manage” Olav responded as he walked past Kreig, giving a lazy wave as he no doubted decided to return to his own chambers for some good old sleep.
Kreig looked dumbfounded however, and let out a sigh of tired frustration as he kicked at the dirt and went for his guantlets and practice blade before he wandered off to his room.
He was starting to wonder if Olav wanted him to get tired on purpose, but nonetheless it was Kreig’s job.
Didn’t mean he was looking forward to it.
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Dropping his guard briefly, Kreig hoped Olav would take the invite in the midst of his offensive barrage. And lo and behold he did as tried to throw an uppercut which Kreig could barely avoid so fast was Olav’s strike that the skin of Olav’s knuckles grazed against Kreig’s chin.
‘ Time for payback, ya ol’ shaft digger ’ Kreig thought as he threw his fist in a hook punch against Olav’s stomach, but Olav deftly stepped back and to side away from the trajectory of Kreig punch, another jab striking to brawler’s face and then following with a straight that Kreig narrowly redirected with straight punch only for an uppercut to catch the brawler off-guard in the stomach.
Kreig gasped, but had not buckled over. Kreig may have felt like dropping but the fact he hadn’t meant the punch hadn’t much power to, and likely due to Olav’s exhaustion. The older man had little kindle left to burn and Kreig not far behind.
Kreig broke away at that point, panting heavily as he looked at Olave with a wide grin on his face. Kreig was enjoying the fight immensely, and Olav seemed to be feeling the same which made it all the better. Kreig gave Olav a come here gesture with his hands, readying his fist to deliver a haymaker if he timed everything perfectly.
Olav moved closer then, a last burst of energy and perhaps readying his strike to Over throw Kreig with, but at this precise moment a voice shouted over them.
“TIME” And so Olav paused and Kreig had no choice but to relax, both fell on their rears as they gathered their breaths. In the end this spar ended in a draw, but a draw was something that grated at them like a loss. It culd be assumed Kreig would have won had both faught at the height of their energy, but Kreig wasn’t quite certain, Olav lasted a good deal longer than Kreig expected and the speed of his punches were better than Kreig, while Kreig had the virtue of being younger and would have fared better in a location other than the pit.
Ultimately Kreig felt it was uncertain, but if the Tall Johnny ever decided to set the two against each other than Kreig guess their score would be settled then.
For now he just wanted to take a break. The younger man looked over to Olav he looked to bejust as relieved that everything ended, but of course in his eyes there was that spark in his eyes that told he felt as much as Kreig did about their score.
Kreig slowly got up and so did Olav, the employee who had timed their fight wandered seeing as his task was done.
“I coulda taken ya” Kreig boasted even as his everything felt like shyke.
“yeah yeah, go back to yer mother’s tits why don’t ya?” Retorted Olav, who was doing a poor job at hiding his “By the way Johnny says you have a fight tonight”
“Wait what?” Kreig looked back to Olav, who let out a wicked grin “I’m so tired I ain’t sure I got the energy for that?”
“So get some sleep, by night ye’ll get all yer energy back I’m sure, know I will”
“But I’ll be sore!”
“Yeah? Well a real fighter doesn’t gets to always choose when to fight, ‘sides yer replacing another fight an’ yer up against another brat… I’m sure you’ll manage” Olav responded as he walked past Kreig, giving a lazy wave as he no doubted decided to return to his own chambers for some good old sleep.
Kreig looked dumbfounded however, and let out a sigh of tired frustration as he kicked at the dirt and went for his guantlets and practice blade before he wandered off to his room.
He was starting to wonder if Olav wanted him to get tired on purpose, but nonetheless it was Kreig’s job.
Didn’t mean he was looking forward to it.
Word Count: 757
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