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Kreig goes up against a fellow who may have a bit of a rage issue.

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[Tall Johnny's] A Blood Frenzied Dance

Postby Kreig Messer on July 4th, 2019, 12:19 pm

Summer 35th 519 A.V. 21st Bell, 5th Chime.


Kreig had fought all sorts in his life; those with something to prove, those who were desperate, those with no personal quarrels, so one and so forth…. But the one standing before him in the fighting pit carried an air about himself that left Kreig worried, they weren’t even close enough to meet eyes yet the way he carried himself spoke of pure disdain, the sound of the crowd nothing but an annoyance, the very field they fought a stain upon his boots.

Held in his hand was a short sword with a broad blade, the other a small round shield bigger than a buckler but just shorter to not be a hindrance in Sunberth’s tight alleyways. His armor was a practical leather set that protected his limbs and vitals but he lacked a helmet for whatever reason…instead letting his shaved blonde head be revealed to the world.

Krieg, whilst probably the last to talk about proper protection considering he was wearing only his studded gauntlets, vambraces and grieves as protection while carrying no weapon, still wondered the logic about that. After all, if you’re going through the trouble of wearing all that armor one could at least wear the helmet he reasoned.

Ladies and gents, scum and whores, tonight we bring you Sunberth’s self-proclaimed Son of Sunberth, again bringing his fists into the fray as he goes up against Lanius the Fang, so named because that sword of his will leave his victim’s a shredded bloody mess” Kreig mentally wondered how many gangers, and in fact warriors, across Miz had adopted or been ‘the Fang’.

The Fang himself just seemed to show disgust, impatience marring his features as he looked around before settling his gaze on Kreig.

Looks like Lanius just wants to get started, an’ judging by you the adoring crowd…. So are you….alright then, time to spill some blood!” And without missing a beat the battle began as the Fang darted forward, breaking into a quick sprint to close the short distance between himself and Kreig.

‘Damn, a fast bugger’ came the thought as Kreig watched the for, seeing the shift in the shoulders as one arm pulled back with the blade pointed for a thrust….?

‘NO’ shouted the thought in Kreig’s mind as his eyes fell upon the other shoulder, the face of the shield pushed forward in a quick jab meant to push Kreig off balance. Kreig’s right fist intercept with a counter-jab and he moved to the side, turning his body so that the thrust would pass him by.

But the Fang wasn’t about to this off-balance him as he quickly pivoted and attempted to bring his knee into Kreig’s unarmored gut, but the brawler raised his knee to intercept.

That’s when Kreig’s eyes met the Fangs, and that is when he saw the warrior’s fuming hatred, the clear unbridled rage and disgust. Was it at him? Kreig did not know, and for the moment he did not care as he pulled back his left and launched his fist forward for a jab, forcing the fang to move back though he did make the attempt to rais his blade in upward slash to cut Kreig’s inner arm, only for Kreig to twist his arm for the vambrace to graze along the metal surface as Kreig took his own step back.

“Vicious petcher, ain’t ya?” Kreig remarked.

“Jus’ die, whoreson” was the Fang’s reply.

Kreig was rather certain he did not want to do that and he wasn’t going to make it even one-tenth easier for the bastard to make it a reality.
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[Tall Johnny's] A Blood Frenzied Dance

Postby Kreig Messer on July 7th, 2019, 12:19 pm

The fang entered a short series of thrusts right after, each aimed at his head and each quick enough that knew it was all the difference of a tick should his head move just minutely too slow. It was like facing a series of Jab’s except Kreig didn’t have the luxury of his opponent being in full reach of his own jabs, the Fang having adjusted his distance.


Fights were generally quick, Kreig knew this full well but it didn’t to get quicker when people like the fang were involved; aggressive, fast, and your best bet against them was either to let them wear themselves out or find that one small opening that either knock him out or slow him considerably.

‘Ah bugger, I can feel me blood pumpin’ right fierce’ The background noise of the crowd became even more subdued as the adrenaline filled his, his senses being focuse on the foe before him. His eyes focused on the Fang’s form, on each movement that could betray the Fang’s intent.

The Fang’s form dropped low, left shoulder dropping and then…

‘Think I don’t know that trick? It’s a friggin’ Sunberth basic…’ And Kreig ought to petchin’ know about such basics, he raised his left arm over his eyes and looked to the Fang’s legs and shield, his own feet making to turn. Then his eyes widened, he expected the shield to scoop up the dirt but instead it paused.

‘petch…’

It was a feint and it was too late as suddenly the rim of that shield rammed itself into his abdomen, knocking the wind out of him and bringing the Fang into a deadly position. Kreig could just imagine him lifting that broad bladed sword over Kreig’s back and ready to stab him through. He only had one chance himself now to not let that happen before what vestige of strength truly left him, the Brawler snapped his mouth shut as he forced his weight into a shove against the Fang, breaking his form and hopefully creating just enough of an opening to back away.

With a jump back Kreig allowed himself the luxury to grab a deep breath as he looked at the Fang who glared back hatefully.

‘Yeah yeah, ya didn’t get the kill… but ya oughta look at the bright side yap etcher..’ Kreig’s eyes feel upon the blade, and his hand felt his side as blood rand down both flesh and sword ‘You gotta sip of my blood’
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[Tall Johnny's] A Blood Frenzied Dance

Postby Kreig Messer on July 11th, 2019, 11:54 am

Kreig didn’t take his eyes off of the Fang, who in turned kept his gaze on Kreig even as he swung his sword to shake off Kreig’s own blood. Kreig let a mental tsk ring out inside his head, bastard wasn’t only aggressive but a tad more cunning than he let on, and Kreig was a bit sure he underestimated the bastard…..


His mind replayed the feint quicky and he couldn’t help but chuckle, it was a clever one he had to admit that. But it did little to praise an opponent when they intended to kill you, and as he wasn’t feeling quite lightheaded he was sure he wasn’t cut too bad, but if he aggravated his wound it would sure be worse.


He was on a time limit, after a ticks passing Gang resumed a battle stance and immediately went on the offensive, wanting to finish a job begun with a good skewed. Kreig would have gladly stepped out of the way, but a jolt of pain sent throughout his body as he tried to move caused him to flinch and the distance was already.

It was time to change tact then as the blade went for the kill, the sharp point aiming to pierce flesh and spill even more blood. The back of Kreig’s left arm raised, the metal vambrace intercepting the tip and the blade slid upon the metal surface being redirected away as Kreig stepped in inside the Fang’s personsl space as he bent his arm to extend his elbow forward, The Fang unable to stop his own momentum and because he thrusted so deeply he left himself at an awkward angle.

Like a horserider in a city meeting a low hanging sign the Fang found his head ringing as it met with Kreig’s shoulder, his form collapsed onto the dirt floor and kreig hoped that was enough to knock the troublesome swordsman out. Of course, it didn’t hurt to make sure and so Kreig shifted aside and broght back his left food and swung it at the Fang’s underside.

Kreig immediately regretted it as his side flared up in pain and while his foot did connect with the Fang’s underside to let out a pleasing oomph of pain from the bastard, Kreig had his own pained exclamation and fell to his knees.

This left the audience with the site of two wounded warriors moaning in pain, one with a possible concussion and the other a bleeding side. Both warriors moved aside from one another, crawling on arms and knees as the other believed it would take the other an instant to finish the fight off.

Of course, there would still be more left….
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[Tall Johnny's] A Blood Frenzied Dance

Postby Kreig Messer on July 17th, 2019, 12:00 pm

Kreig huffed, gasped a breath and stood on his feet, holding his side as he slowly rose up only to be suddenly tacked down by the Fang ‘Shyke!’ pierced the thought as the man’s weight pressed agains the wound and by the gods there was no understating the hurt. It said something though that he could grit his teeth and bear it, which considering all the battle Kreig has been through in his life wasn’t exactly a good thing….

The Fang was on top of him know, that damnable broadsword in hand held in both hands and ready to lunged down in his heart ‘Guy sure loves to shove his sword into people…’ Kreig thought bemusedly, hands darting upwards as the blade thrusted downwards, palms gripping the base and stopping it there. It became a battle of strength in wills as Kreig tried to prevent that cursed thing from stabbing him and the Fang doing his accursed best to make sure it did.

Much to his chagrin Kreig knew the petcher would have a better chance to do it than Kreig, his own strength was waning and slowly the blade was descending lower and lower. Fine, if he couldn’t stop it then he could change its directly, his grip tightening on the base of the blade, the edge biting into the edge of the leather gloves beneath the gauntlets, attempting to force more strength he tried to redirect the blade, to push it away.

That only made the Fang angrier and double down on his own strength, this was perhaps the last will of energy either of them had but it seemed the Fang would be damned to have someone who was visibly worse off try and get the last hurrah.

‘Well petch you as well ya shyke son of a pissant’ Kreig throught as he grit his teeth. Slowly he was wining this battle and once he had it at a right enough angle, the best he could probably do…. He let got of the blade as the tip thrust down deep into Kreig’s shoulder, the fang not expecting him to actually let go had a wide eyed look in his eyes and a sudden realization as he had not heard a scream.

Kreig’s left right hand reached behind the Fang’s head and he pulled himself up and simultaneously pulled the Fang down as his forehead crashed into the bastard’s face, crushing his nose and knocking him onto his back. Kreig was on top of him, his studded gauntlet clad right hand raised before decending onto the Fang’s face…

He punched once.

He punched a second time.

He punched a third.

There was no fourth as he lifted himself to his own two feet, breath panting and he stumbled back a bit before falling onto his own rear. He never took his eyes off the Fang’s unmoving form…

"Ya stupid angry shyke"
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[Tall Johnny's] A Blood Frenzied Dance

Postby Kreig Messer on July 25th, 2019, 11:51 am

If they announced a victor, KReig hadn’t heard it. His eyes focused on the limp form of the Fang, his mind running through the fight again and again trying to piece what he could have done differently. But there was no coherent answer he could receive from this, he was still injured after all. As pumped as his blood gets from these fights they almost always left him pained in some form or manner, this time he'd be nursing his side for a while and probably a few bruisings to worry about as well.

Right now however he’d say he’d prefer to leave the arena. With a turn of his body and a sharp gasp of pain escaping him unbidden, he began to limp away from the scene of the brief but brutal combat he engaged in with the blood-thirsty warrior. He wondered if he was one of those angry at him for ‘ditching’ the fight he would had scheduled with Ol’ Jeb, as if he wanted to avoid such a fight…. Not as if there were many who could match Kreig in a fight and Ol’ Jeb would have been certainly part of the few who would have put the fighter on the sheer defensive.

People’s money went into such a fight and Tall Johnny himself couldn’t say he was happy with it. Kreig supposed he should be happy he had a job still but that didn’t mean he was in the clear. Was the Fang actually an assassin of sorts out to kill him? A gang hitman? Kreig wouldn’t have been surprised, he could have been an angry better now that he thought about it, wagered a pretty miza on the outcome and didn’t go as he hoped. Either Krieg noted that there was an uprise of gangsters and angry ‘samaritans’ who thought to teach him a lesson though it quickly ‘calmed’ afterwards.

He supposed it was too good to be true. He wondered if those shykers would try to make use of his current state to jump him at some point. They would certainly try, in fact they had tried at various other times. Shyke-heads never learn he supposed. Gods if never learning was a bit of a metaphor for this entire city, things just kept happening over and over and the bastards refuse to grow from it. He supposed he ought to watch himself when heading over to the Pig’s Foot or elsewhere again. Probably wander down an alley for the heck of it just to beat up the troublemakers….. granted he might wander onto an unrelated situation entirely. Of course wandering down alleyways was something he did regardless, some person might need help after all and Kreig's conscious always told him he ought too.

By the time he was out of the audience’s eye he fell to his knees and looked up to see Olav waiting for him with arms crossed. He said nothing but to Krieg his eyes said many things, Krieg could only weakly grin and there was a roll of the eyes as Olav kneeled down and lifted Kreig onto his feet and started dragging him to get patched up, rest up…. And then do whatever task or fight Johnny had in mind.

For Kreig, this was all another day at the job.
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[Tall Johnny's] A Blood Frenzied Dance

Postby Kreig Messer on August 29th, 2019, 11:25 am

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The cut on the waist received during battle will take about 20 days to heal properly with medical care, and 40 days without.



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