Coon and friends. [Jokor]

[Markus Andres]

The man was hit head on. Markus could feel the collision with the smaller boy. It was solid. Markus feet grinded to a halt and he turned to watch the boy on the floor. The angered scowl remained on his face as he stepped forward. Every muscle tensing in his right leg as he approached the boy. He could see the boy was trying to get up and Markus stomped his right foot into the boy's back. Keeping him against the ground. Markus really wanted to stomp the ever living shit out of him, but something held him back. "Give up?" Markus asked. Pressing some more of his bodyweight down on the boy's back. Making sure he couldn't get back up again and to convey that Markus had him beaten.

[Jokor]

Jokor let out a groan as markus stomped him back onto the ground. The weight of the larger man pinning him to the ground. It was very clear to the smaller boy that this was the time to give up and hope the asshole didn't just pound him into the ground to vent his anger. “Yeah yeah.” Jokor groused out, a scowl on his face. That quickly changed into a grimace of slight pain as markus put more weight on him. “You won. Just get offa me. You and your armor weigh at least a ton!” Jokor growled out as he tried to escape without any succes.

[Markus Andres]

Markus moved his foot from the downed boy. Markus had to admit. The boy had given him a run for his mizas. A smile crossed his lips as the anger the boy had caused dissipated along with the victory. Markus reached down with his right hand offered Jokor a helping hand. "That was a good spar." Markus said. "We ought to do this some time again. Oh, and I believe this belongs to you." He handed over the dagger he had taken in the heat of the battle. It had been quite strange to fight with a dagger in both hands. So unlike his usual sword and shield combination. "So, what about we go get something to eat. My tre-" 'Andres.' A firm determined voice broke through the training area and Markus immediately recognized the voice and his back automatically straightened. He turned on the spot. "Yes, ser?" 'Come.' Markus repeated himself and turned back to the talented street rat and smiled apologetically. "Ah, sorry Jokor, but I will have to make a rain check on that lunch. Another time my friend!" He said with a slight bow of his head and then turned to follow his master. Getting his gear by the wall first. His composite shortbow and quiver.

[Chevalier]

Hear Ye Hear Ye, Thou Hast Been Awarded... Jokor +5 Dagger +1 Throwing (Dagger) +3 Auristics +5 Brawling +5 Tactics Lores: Make Um Mad!, Maneuver (Leg Sweep), Going For the Groin, Be Mindful of Your Clothing in Combat Markus +1 Composite Shortbow +5 Dagger +5 Unarmed Combat +5 Tactics +3 Observation Lores: Maneuver (Shoulder Tackle), Go For a Quick Kill, Protect Your Jewels, Grounding Your Opponent How Hath This Occurred? : Excellent fight thread, I could feel you were enjoying this one. Jokor was using his Auristics while you were trying to watch your opponent and react accordingly, so Auristics and Observation respectively.