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[theboogieman]

Who: IT'S A GAME MINGLE GET IN THE VAN
Broadcast: If you want!
Action: All of it!
When: Second half of the month.

[hey everyone! how's it been going? how's medieval-fun-time-world treating you? anyone pillaged and burned anything yet? got kicked out of the castle? been planning expeditions? registered for jousting? busy angsting for the last two weeks on your ship?

this is a mingle for everybody, whether they're hiding in the volcano, out and about in the city, or up on one of those random random stations where you can get quirky souvenirs.]

Comments

[theboogieman]

[he's interested, obviously. he nods.

mostly because she looks a little stronger and faster than she should be. he's finally... he's met enough strange people with strange powers here to at least know that she's probably not evil as he would have once expected, but her subtle, unusual strength and speed still remind him of the monsters he used to fight back home.

so she'd be a good test. he wanders in closer, but... side-eyes the swords.

he's not actually trained in how to fight with a sword. he'd probably end up tossing it after a minute anyway. he doesn't seem all that anxious to go grab one.]

[whereivebeen]

Not a sword guy?

[ She shrugs a little and sheathes her sword, putting it off to the side, then spreads her hands. ]

We can grab something else. Or just go for it. Your call.

[theboogieman]

[oh, that's not bad. he spreads his arms in kind and nods at her.

they could totally just brawl it out. he's down with that. better than both of them using stabby things anyway. even blunt stabby things. he's not good at not stabbing people.

so he'll quickly shuck off that big coat of his, throw it over towards all that practice equipment, and just... raise his hands up in loose fists. come on let's go he's so ready.]

[whereivebeen]

[ AWRIIIIIGHT.

Now really, tactically, she should give it a few seconds, see how he's holding himself, if he'll move first, etc.

But in reality, well... she's from a violent stubborn cocky family, and she herself is only a generation or two removed from their roots in Ireland.

She plows in with no tactics or subtlety whatsoever, shouting a wordless battle cry at the top of her lungs as she sends an elbow at his jaw. ]

[theboogieman]

[that's fine with him. he was ready when he started taking his jacket off, because he would have taken that opportunity to sock his opponent right in the solar plexus.

instead, they've got a nice even start and he's more than prepped to dodge out of the way, dropping low, to kick her legs out from under her.]

[whereivebeen]

[ Well, she's a little less obliging when it's not a fight for fun. Anyway, getting the drop on him so early? Hardly fun.

The fight is fast and hard, both of them moving quickly and ignoring the injuries they start accumulating in favor of pushing forward. They gather no small crowd, either, because this kind of fight is something you want to see to believe.

Finally, at some point, one of them literally headbutts the other (Tay honestly can't remember who), and Tay has to stagger back from the sudden jolt of pain and dizziness from the impact. She seems to have gotten a large number of blossoming bruises and a couple of scrapes, as well as broken a finger and her nose. Her blood's lighter than it should be, and kind of iridescent on close examination, but it's harder to tell once she starts swiping it onto her sleeve, hissing when she makes contact with her nose

Hopefully the locals won't think too much of it... ]

Think it's a draw. What about you?

[theboogieman]

[he has a lot of fun, which is more than he can say in most instances--it's been a long time since he's gotten to fight someone who wasn't either ill-suited or way too powerful for him to stand a chance. he would have kept going (past a couple of bruised ribs and something wrong with his shoulder?) were it not for him getting his head smashed pretty hard. or maybe he... was the one doing the smashing. anyway.

when he comes to past the stars and spots, he shakes his head--squinting to see. she's talking. they're done now? ...where did all of these people come from?

he... nods his head. his mouth tastes coppery. he's kind of glad the locals can't see his "face", since the little mouth marks must be all manner of smudged. she got him pretty good in the jaw, once. he slouches as the adrenaline starts to drop out of his system... and wanders back over to pick up his coat.]