Crimson Lore's Bloody Brawl
The Larket Fighting Association Presents:
Crimson Lore's Bloody Brawl
Blood, sweat, bruises and pain! That's what you'll find in Vailkrin come fight night.
Date: Monday, January 11th, 2010. Time: 5pm to 10pm (Hollow Time). Where: Vailkrin's Dark Arena. Just 1 North of the Blood Fountain in Vailkrin
Rules
Brawlers only. No weapons, magic, or armor. Use your fists, feet, and fury to conquer your opponents! Survive three bouts against Hollow's toughest brawlers to claim the prize.
Prize
15,000 gold (prize may increase), Cursed Warblade of Chaos, and the title of "Baddest Brawler in Vailkrin"
Entrants
To enter, send your name, class, and additional relevant information by courier to the LFA Fight Commissioner, Lorivanni Montieth. Bring your fighting spirit and guts, leave your gear at the door!
8 person fight card has been filled for this event!!!
Please contact Prathoryn to get in on next months event. Info coming soon.
Fighter Shienth is an alternate in this event and will take the place of any fighter unable to attend.
Match 1/ Round 1- Zeusef vs. Shishi
Match 2/ Round 1- Kasyr vs. Kain
Match 3/ Round 1- Satoshi vs. Jerralith
Match 4/ Round 1- Parsithius vs. Hameirak
Spectators
An audience is encouraged, bring your cheering voices and love for pure fighting! Rally our brawlers! A ticket is required to attend, please have yours ready when arriving to the arena. Tickets will be on sale the week prior for 250 gold each, children are free. Purchase yours at the Den of Vice above the hanging Corpse Tavern from Lorvanni Montieth.
Results
The LFA presents ......Crimson Lore's Bloody Brawl. Jan 2010 Vailkrin Dark Arena.
* Kasyr -Withdrew from LFA after event * Kain * Zeusef * Satoshi -Withdrew from LFA after event * Shishi -Non LFA fighter at time of event * Hameirak * Jerralith -Withdrew from LFA after event * Brian -Non LFA fighter at time of event
Shishi vs. Zeusef Time DQ on Zeusef winner Shishi (Shishi had to leave, Zeusef moves on)
Kasyr vs. Kain winner Kasyr
Jerralith vs. Satoshi Magic DQ on Satoshi winner Jerralith
Brian vs. Hameirak winner Brian
Jerralith vs. Zeusef Time DQ on Zeusef winner Jerralith
Brian vs. Kasyr Time infraction/Delay of event on Kasyr winner Brian
Jerralith vs. Brian (FINAL FIGHT) winner Brian
Judges Prathoryn, Lorivanni. (And apparently that is all we could get to judge the event)
The event was our first ever attempt at trying to do something like this and it was a bit rushed. The entire event, -ooc, is here for all to enjoy. We are sorry not all fighters were pleased and can only hope to create a solid event next month. Still, if anyone is not able to have fun with this, then they need not take part.
Prathoryn walks around the arena with a pencil and a clipboard wondering where his officials are at.
Prathoryn inspects the arena for saftey precautions and makes several marks upon the stack of papers firmly held in place by the boards clip. The LFA President looks over his list and then looks around the arena, no doubt hoping the venues event goes off without a hitch.
Lorivanni walks around the ring, dropping crystals at random intervals until the ring is surrounded. He then hops into the ring and places one in each corner. The Vampire makes his way over to Prathoryn when he is finished.
Lorivanni shouted, "Ladies and ghouls, children of all blood types, welcome to Crimson Lore's Bloody Brawl! This is sure to be a night to remember Blood, sweat, tears, and hopefully the occasional dismemberment of a defeated fighter, that's what you'll find here tonight. So without further ado, Let's see some bloooooood! Fighters for the first match, make your way to the ring. "
Raven shouts woow!!!
Zeusef drops her gear near the judges before troting out into the center of the arena, crossing her arm over her bare torso, waiting for the match to start.
Shishi 's set of blonde seven year old twins shuffle around the crowd to find themselves a couple of prime seats, Yellow waving franticly towards his father once the vampire makes his entrance.
Lorivanni looks back and forth from the Centauress and Shishi and says..."You both know the rules, what else do I need to say? Now let's see some action!" The Vampire blushes and chuckles a bit before giving the quite bare Zeusef a wink and a nod. He then exits the ring so that the fight can get underway.
Raven said, "good luck both of you!"
Shishi 's little girl whispers to her brother, "A centaaaargh... He might get smushed..."
Prathoryn eyes both fighters and takes notes while whispering something to Lorivanni.
Shishi 's son wrinkles his nose and shakes his head before responding with the question, "Are horseshoes a weapon?"
Riotka slips in with a small group of warriors, finding a suitable seat near the corner of the arena, Riotka kicks his legs up on the seat in front of him. Ripping the top of a bottle off with his teeth his takes a swig and awaits the action.
Zeusef keeps a stoic facade as she watches Lorivanni leave the ring. Her eyes turn to that of Shishi, taking in the vampire's smaller form as she calmly trots closer. She allows her arms to fall at her sides, slowly rotating her head around upon her shoulder to crack her neck. Extending her arms out at her sides, she wiggles her brawny digits, and leans her humanly torso forth as she sizes him up. With a single step forward, the centauress kneels to the earth upon her frontal legs, pushing her massive bulk toward Shishi, seeking to wrap her thick arms around him by the legs. If grabbed, she quickly lift him, and rear up upon her hind legs. She twits her body as she would leave the ground, angling herself so her thousand plus mass would fall upon him, hopefully crushing his sternum.
Prathoryn warns for fighters to try to maintain the 5 minute attack frame.
Shishi is looking rather nervous with a raised brow and an antsy kind of blue shaded glance to the crowd. His bundle of nerves isn't afforded much time to untangle as the horse-woman is upon him, her arms wrapping around his hips as she lifts him up into the air as she intended after all Shishi could do was take a rather futile hop backwards. In the air he subjects the centaur to a number of flailing kicks and swings of balled fists to whatever he can connect with, hopefully the face as that's what's directly in front of him. His frenzy manages to wiggle him loose just a bit so that the woman winds up, after their awkward looking fall, only distributing her weight on his right leg, the appendage twisting gruesomely under her mass. Squirming free the vampire gets to his feet and shows off a new limp with just one step before taking a stance th immediately gives away the fact that he is a southpaw. It is with a kind of tentative looking punch, directed towards the woman's nose that he starts to seek revenge for his ankle...
Parsithius appears from the south. Parsithius is here, unarmored, and badass.
Prathoryn yells, 8 minutes. Prathoryn looked at Zeusef.
Prathoryn shakes his head, "Ten minutes."
Parsithius shouted, "Hit him with the chair!"
Lorivanni jumps into the ring and motions for both fighters to go to their corners. He then shouts...."The match is over. Winner by disqualification.......Shishi!"
Kasyr is sadly stuck in only gravity defying pants, and a black shirt. ...And some mundane shoes he stole off someone.
Parsithius grins to Kasyr, "Nice duel awhile back, man. Got me pretty good."
Kain sighs, as he strips off his armor, digs into his pack for his light clothes, then blushes as he realizes he forgot to repack them after wahing them. Shrugging, he stripped down, and headed into the arena, psyching himself up for his turn in the brawl.
Kasyr affords a nod to Parsithius, looking altogether pleased at the mention, "Oui, it was altogether interesting to fight someone who actually uses formal training et the like."
Raven taps Zeusef on the side `nice try big guy, youl win next go...
Parsithius said to Kasyr, "Aye. I do not have the experience that you do, I must admit."
Rinonia smiles at Zeusef, "You get them next time."
Brian appears from the south.
Parsithius then leans his neck side to side, cracking it soundly.
Parsithius said to Shishi, "Lord Shishi. Pleasure as always."
Prathoryn marks his papers and flips to another page. The minotaur glances round the arena and then swiftly back to his papers before motioning to Lorivanni.
Shishi moves to his 'corner' with his new limp and smiles up towards his blonde cheering section. Yellow gives him a bright grin and a pair of thumbs up whiel Orange just shakes her head and points at Blue's nose, "You got lucky there, you know?" to which the father sticks out his tongue, "I was just gettin' started."
Parsithius said to Jerralith, "By the by, Jay. I cut off his arm. Though, I believe Jacklin is now withdrawing the death-penalty for your packmate."
Shishi grins to Parsithius, "You're in this thing too, huh? We might end up punching each other in the nose at the end, eh?"
Lorivanni waits for the pair to leave the ring before shouting....."And now ladies and gentlmen, the next match. Kasyr vs. Kain! Fighters make your way to the ring."
Zeusef accepts her defeat as she crosses her arms over her bare chest once more. She glances to Shishi, nodding slightly as she exist the ring, joining the crowd after grabbing her gear from the judges table.
Shishi whispered something to Parsithius.
Satoshi can't help a slight grin at the blond children's words to Shishi, despite the feline's obvious broody mood.
Jerralith said to Parsithius, "I'll have to take your arm later then. Nothing personal."
Parsithius grins to Shishi, "I'm only in just a little while. Then I have to leave for the troop inspection. It's sad, unfortunately. But, I shall be sure to be free for the next battle."
Parsithius snorts at Jerralith, "An eye for an eye? It is only honorable if Kenneth himself takes my arm, not you. You would be disgracing him. Yet, you should be glad that he may no longer be hunted now."
Rinonia makes her way over to Zeusef and grins over at her in an attempt to cheer her up, "You'll get them next time that I know."
Kasyr stops lounging, if only so that he can wander over to the ring, clamber up upon the side, and simply perch along the outside, trying to scout out where his opponent is. ...Mostly, just trying not to fail to notice.
Kain finishes a few last stretches, then heads to his respective 'corner'. Minus the weight from the armor, he felt he would be quicker, but worried he might be at a disadvantage due to his lack of training in unarmed combat. Bar brawls only teach so much. "Oh well, no time for worries now."
Kasyr slips into his corner, all respectable-like.
Brian wanders into the arena, drawn by talk of fighting and gold. It would seem that the even is already in progress, and Brian sighs. "Guess i'm late." Though he continues to push his way through the small crowd assembled in search of a seat.
Jerralith said to Parsithius, "I live by a different code of honor than you. It is my job to protect, and since I have apparently failed to do so, I will rectify that myself."
Shishi escapes the battle area and shimmies into a seat between his two blonde bundles of joy, "Did you see my leg get smushed?"
Prathoryn takes several gulps of java from his mug and eagerly awaits the next match to get underway.
Lorivanni looks back and forth at the two and says..."As I said before, you know the rules. So let's get this thing started shall we?
Parsithius said to Jerralith, "You understand the ramifications, correct? I will not shy away from you, Jay. But, if you insist, I cannot deem it as simply duty and honor. It will be personal, my friend."
Jerralith said to Parsithius, "I'm quite aware. My pack and all within it will not be bullied or subjected to some draconic punishments for non-existant crimes."
Raven runs out of the arena yelling : the horror! the pain! the agony! `wil he coma back?/ find out tomorw`
Zeusef straps on her armor as she scans the crowd and ring. She spots Parsithius and Jerralith, as maneuvers through the two crowd, distrubing the sight and comfort of others as she speaks with an apologetic voice. She makes as close to the two as possible, nodding to both as she kneels in the aisle of the arena.
Parsithius said to Jerralith, "Non-existant?"
Prathoryn rings the bell loudly. "Begin!"
Jerralith said to Parsithius, "Indeed, there was no crime, unless you can possibly call self defense a violation of the law."
Parsithius said to Jerralith, "Self-defense is one thing, Jay. But poison. And against the Queen. Against my mate..."
Brian finds a semi comfortable seat and lounges back, stretching out and waiting for the fight to get underway. Still, the fight was not his only interest and the blonde Human casts sidelong glances to the vampire who seems to have organized this whole thing.
Zeusef said to Rinonia, "Hey, I didn't see you there."
Rinonia said to Zeusef, "I just arrived her myself silly. -chuckles-"
Jerralith said to Parsithius, "No worse than taking anothers arm, I assure you. The law, if it is read to the letter, has no grosser punishments whether it is broken upon an everyday citizen or one of the imagined 'elite'. In that sense, the law has failed."
Kasyr affords Kain a brief nod, and grin- the vampiric tiefling trying to take in as much about his opponent as he can at a glance. From there, the tiefling simply rushes across the arena. Blessed of both longer legs and an altogether unnatural nature, he's able to cross the ring in but a manner of moments. Once Kain is within arms reach, the tiefling simply drops to his knees, allowing his momentum to carry him forward in a slide- aimed to slam Kain into the boundary of the ring, and hopefully pin him in place for the ensuing punch aimed straight for his throat with bone shattering force. "Et a one~!"
Parsithius said to Jerralith, "He should be lucky I had not taken his head! The people of Larket call for his execution! You believe in nothing more than the preservation of your own ilk, Jerralith."
Jerralith said to Parsithius, "You are correct. I live by my own law and code, not one created by an imagined elite that is set only through force or by something so trivial as ones bloodline...but enough, we are taking away from the relatively care free atmosphere of this event."
Zeusef motions for Rinonia to join, patting her back to offer her friend a more comfortable seat. "I'm glad you missed me losing then."
Parsithius said to Jerralith, "So be it."
Kain watched the smaller figure rush towards him, timing his evasion almost too late, as he grabbed the man and spun, attempting a throw, but simply sending both of them tumbling to the ground. Rolling to his feet, he takes a ready stance, and wonders how he's going to fare against the quicker opponent.
Prathoryn makes notes of future match ups as he over hears partial words exchanged between Parsithius and Jerralith.
Lorivanni gives Prathoeyn a nod that tells the Minotaur that he was thinking the same thing.
Rinonia takes a next to Zeusef and grins, "We can always learn from our defeats." She chuckles lightly and glances over the fighters.
Zeusef said to Jerralith, "Did you speak to your friend?"
Kasyr rolls with the toss, sending himself upon his hands and knees, if only so that he can propell himself back to a standing position with one quick shove. From there, he simply crouchs down and charges at Kain, not allowing him the time nor leisure to compose. The trick being, that once the tiefling reached the dwarves vicinity, his charge would suddenly veer off to the side and towards the ground. As though her were falling. The difference being that falls generally don't end with the tieflings hands hitting the ground in unison, and allowing him to quickly redirect the direction of his body so that he could tackle Kain from the side. Should the tieflings body meet the dwarfs, Kain will have to cope with the vampiric abberations arms wrapping about his waist and squeezing, atop the initial impact.
Jerralith said to Zeusef, "Not yet. I spent the day preparing for this event."
Parsithius speaks calmly, "I will never shy from battle, Jerralith. It is too bad that we could not on more friendly term."
Rinonia stares over at Jerralith calmly before glancing back at Zeusef, "Who is he?"
Zeusef said to Rinonia, "Indeed.. *distracted by the battle in the ring*"
Parsithius said to you, "I apologize, but I will likely be unable to fight. I have to examine the troops, and it cannot be rescheduled. I do plan to fight in the next brawls, however. And... I must take Lord Shishi, and his children with me...""
Kain topples over, suprised by the quick change of direction the tiefling executed. Grabbing the man's head, starting with a headbutt to distract his opponent, he used the fact that the man's hands were occupied, rolling atop the smaller fighter and raining punches and elbows toward the man's head and neck.
Zeusef said to Rinonia, "He's Jerralith, a fellow axe wielder."
You nods to Parsithius, "Understoond."
Zeusef said to Jerralith, "It's alright. Good luck in your match."
Brian stands from his position and heads down toward the ring itself, snaking his way through spectators and competitors alike while maintaining a clear course for Lorivanni. "May I have a minute of your time?" Asks Brian in rough yet not unfriendly voice as he stifles his deep seeded mistrust for the undead.
Rinonia said to Jerralith, "Hello."
Lorivanni said to Brian, "Yes, sure. But please make it brief. I am a bit busy as you see."
Parsithius motions toward Shishi, "Lord Shishi."
Rinonia said to Zeusef, "Some unknown reason I sense his strength."
Jerralith said to Rinonia, "Hey there, lady."
Brian nods and begins talking in a slightly hastened pace. "I'm interested in making arrangements to compete."
Kasyr meets the headbutt with one of his own, his head tipping down to at once protect his nose, and offer kain a far more solid point to strike his skull against. Namely, the tieflings forehead. The process is still jarring, but the tieflings hardly stunned, and with his chin now tucked down, his necks fairly guarded against the ensuing rain of blows. Rather, it's the hybrids face that suffers for it, the fists pummeling bruises into the tieflings cold flesh. Unforunately for Kain, this is exactly what Kasyr wants, as with the dwarf focused, and the tieflings arms about the dwarfs waist- every bit of the hybrids strength into keeping one arm about the dwarf, as the other is used to push the vampire up to a crouching position. All at once, the tiefling begins to retaliate, his by this point blood spattered face tipping abruptly to the side as one fist hurtles towards the point where his cheek was- the tiefling abruptly moving to try and sink his teeth into the dwarfs arms. And then he simply falls forward- his captive meal to be slammed into the ground, and fully pinned.
Rinonia said to Jerralith, "Good luck during your match."
Shishi said to Orange, "Sick? I told you not to eat that stuff they were selling. It's a vampire city." The assassin ushers Yellow and a doubled over Leralynn out of their seats towards Parsithius.
Zeusef said to Rinonia, "You continue to get stronger yourself. Perhaps one day I should est your magic."
Parsithius leads the trio outside. Parsithius exits south.
Jerralith offers a simple nod to Rinonia and Zeusef.
Rinonia said to Zeusef, "I'm not strong to be honest but I do know a few good tricks."
Kain yowls breathlessly, then grabs his opponent's nose and yanks up as hard as he could, knowing full well the pain it would cause. He then uses his one free hand to grab the man around the neck and press his thumb into his throat with his powerful grip. Unable to do much else, he tries to recover the breath knocked out of him by the tackle and bearhug, and focused on driving his thumb through his opponent's windpipe, feeling for that triangular point at the trachea where it was weakest. Thick thumbnail first, he squeezed as hard as he could. Shishi exits south.
Zeusef said to Rinonia, "Good tricks can be turned into powerful attacks with practice."
Brian taps his foot uncontrollably, though restrains himself from rushing the Vampire who already seems to have a lot on his plate.
Zeusef watches the fight intensely, biting her lip at the action, though she routs for neither combatant.
Lorivanni said to Brian, "My apologies sir. Ah, yes, as a matter of fact, a spot just came open. Two of my fighters will not be competing so, if you'd like, I can schedule you for the last match in round one."
Rinonia nods her head and watches the action with a content expression on her face.
Kasyr 's reaction to the nose is simple enough- his proximity to Kains arm, and the dwarfs own status as 'pinned victim' allowing the hybrid the luxury of both little space in which to actually yank upon his nose- and an object (Kains arm), that is close enough for Kasyr to simply twist his face against to rub off the offending appendage. As for the whole asphyxiation attempt. Well. He doesn't breathe. He's a vampire. The act is painful, yes, and by all appearances, the tiefling tries to appear distressed about this attempt to steal the breath from a breathless creature- But really, the hybrids now focused purely and truly about crushing Kain- to see if enough force might break the dwarves ribs. After all, there's only so much abuse any creature can take when it's focused- ..and the tiefling was getting awfully hungry from all the blood now flowing into his mouth.
Brian seems rather satisfied with the outcome, having expected to be turned away what with his late arrival an all. "Whenever you can work me in, I am in no hurry."
You sounds the bell "Ding."
Lorivanni steps into the ring with a light hop and makes his way gracefully over to Kasyr to lift his hand victoriously and shouts...."And your winner ladies and gentlemen.....Kasyr!" The Vampire then walks over to Kain and gives him a reassuring pat on the back and says to him...."You can't win them all my friend. You'll get'em next time." He then turns his head to the crowd and shouts again....."Well now. We have a bit of a change in plans. Because Shishi cannot advance yo the next round, his previous opponent, Zeusef, will take her place in the second round. Now, fighters for the next fight. Satoshi vs. Jerralith! Fighters, make your way to the ring."
Satoshi sighs and hops down from her perch, wandering to the arena with dragging feet.
Jerralith leaps up to the ring, sliding his leather armor off and leaving it behind along with his boots. Wearing only a pair of leather pants and some tape along his arms and feet, the spell blade - who will not be using any spells tonight - moves to the center of the ring, bouncing in a fit of fighter's anticipation.
Lorivanni turns to both fighters and says...."You guys know the rules, now I wanna see some blood! Let's get started."
Kasyr is lifted up off of Kain, and displayed as the champion. You know, all that good stuff. The tiefling on the other hand, is busy focusing on swallowing all the blood that had filled his mouth- partially because he's hungry, and partially because it helps to close a few of the fresh cuts on his face. "..Erm. 'hem. Mouth not full now. Err. Yeah, Thank tu, thank tu. ...All that good stuff." And then he's just shuffling out of the ring, and looking for either Satoshi...or a food vendor. One or the other. Maybe both. "..Yoohoo. Rat on a sticks...?"
Lorivanni then exits the ring.
Kain gets to his feet, and stumbles out of the arena. Collecting his gear, he looks for something to use as bandages, and congratulates himself on not having any broken bones.
Zeusef blinks. A grin spreads across her face as she is given a second. She quickly begins to strip down from her armor, setting her gear next to Rinonia.
Rinonia nods her head to Zeusef and she places her friend's gear by her right leg.
Brian wanders off as Lorivanni rushes away to stop the fight and announce it's winner. The tall Human takes to a position not far away, and begins a series of halfhearted stretches.
Satoshi looks sullen in her dull garb of black leathers as she trudges into the arena. She looks to Jerralith, sizing him up as her dreary expression abruptly lifts into a playful grin. "Sorry for this, cat's gotta do what a cat's gotta do~." With a nod, the feline whistles shrilly, the sound calling up a collection of innocuous snowballs in her open palms that vanish as quickly as they appear. "Oops. I used magic. Guess I'm disqualified. Boo~. Ta-ta~!" Which simply results in Satoshi tossing a salute and jingling pouch Jerralith's way, and making a casual stroll toward the arena exit.
Satoshi winks at Kasyr as she ambles out of the ring, looking as pleased as a cat with a bird. "Lateral thinking, love. You said only to enter~. I'll come up with something good for that I.O.U.~" Jerralith blinks, but doesn't fail to catch the jingling purse of coins. WIth a shrug, the spell blade glances to Lorivanni for further instruction.
Kasyr pops back into a state of awareness at the sound of the felines voice- and promptly wanders back ringside to catch side of the ploy. Really, it's bad enough to make the tiefling nearly drop the Shish-and-rat-kabob he's clutching. "...Son of a! Foul! No Fair! I should have...worded that better. ..That you either won or lost a fight legitimately...Merde."
Satoshi said to Kasyr, "You can't always outfox me, y'know."
Brian raises an eyebrow, wondering just what sort of competition this was turning into
Zeusef chuckles lightly, though she shakes her head.
Kasyr said to Satoshi, "...I suppose you did at least learn the lateral thinking lesson somewhat well, mon amour. Ah well, I'm sure the I.O.U. can't be that bad...probably."
Kain chuckles, then grimaces as his ribs throb. "Nice ploy. Wording is important."
Prathoryn shakes his head and makes angry marks on his papers. The minotaur then snaps his pencil in half and motions to Lorivanni.
Satoshi takes on the role of spectator now that she's proven this is no place for breakable little mages. Fight on!
Lorivanni can't believe what he is seeing. Actually he can, she is a Vampire. He jumps up into the ring and shakes his head at Satoshi as she leaves the ring. " Ladies and gentlemen, boo this woman! Nevertheless, Jerralith advances to the next round. And seeing as Hameirak has not appeared, A last minute entry, Brian, advances as well by way of forfeiture." So, Zeusef and Jerralith, you're up next. Let's get this fight started. First match of Round two. Let's go!"
Zeusef said to Satoshi, "You did well."
Rinonia said to Zeusef, "Go get him, Zeusie. "
Zeusef glances to Jerralith, nodding to the lycan as she leaves the crowd and takes her place in the ring. Stripped of her armor, she once again stand in full glory of the spectators.
Satoshi said to Zeusef, "Ha! I did what a cat does best. Earn a reward without any work~."
Jerralith tosses the small satchel of gold out of the arena, waiting for Zeusef to step inside.
Brian 's mouth hangs agape for a full ten seconds before the human can regain his composure. "Well, that was the easiest bout i've ever won." Still, Brian was not about to complain. He wouldn't even be here were gold not in such short supply, so it's not like avoiding an extra bludgeoning would bother him any.
Lorivanni looks back and forth at the two and says..."As I said before, you know the rules. So let's get this thing started shall we?
Jerralith eyes the centaur from across the ring, moving forward at Lorivanni's urging of the two combatants to begin the fight. Stepping forward with his left leg in the assumption of a traditional orthodox stance, the spell blade carefully advances upon Zeusef, bobbing from side to side upon reaching sound striking distance; suddenly, without warning, the lycan in human form explodes into motion, his hips sharply turning as a kick is levelled for his opponent's fore left leg with his own right, the shin intended to make a thudding impact. In a swift follow up, Jerralith sets his feet again as his head ducks low, shoulder guarding one side of his face as his left hand comes across in a sweeping left hook for the warrior's face.
Lorivanni rushes into the ring shouting for the fighters to go to theie corners. "Your winner, by way of elemination.....Jerralith! Now, since Hameirak has joined us.....finally, Brian vs. Hameirak for the last match of round one. Fighters to the ring!"
Prathoryn confirms match has ended due to almost 10 minutes of wait.
Jerralith hops out of the ring.
Brian never takes his eyes fully away from the current fight, grinning and wincing as the hard packing sounds of flesh beating against flesh filter through the arena. Still, despite his distraction the Human begins preparations for his own bout which is surely swiftly coming. Brian tugs his ragged tunic up and over his shoulders, leaving it to hang lazily over an unoccupied chair before he dips low and cups a handful of sand within his palms. The abrasive substance is then rubbed into his hands and forearms to provide a better grip. Standing at a respectable 6'3" the muscular human with chopped blonde hair now seems to be a real opponent, rather than just some passerby. As the last fight ends, and the call for his presence goes up, Brian makes his way to the ring slowly with eyes closed, meditating. He climbs into the ring, then takes a deep breath before opening his eyes to the reality of combat.
Lorivanni shouted, "Fighters, to the ring!"
Hameirak emerges, cracking his knuckles and then his neck, he prepares to fight. His black leather atire suited his red scale. He looked down to his oppenent, smiling. He didnt seem to be all that much.
Brian begins mumbling, stating some nearly silent prayer to his god; long forgotten in these lands.
Zeusef grumbles as she takes her place among the crowd once again, her anger evident as she sit beside Rinonia. She says nothing and crosses her arms, sitting without her armor on.
Lorivanni looks at both the fighters and says...." Have at it boys!"
Rinonia stares over at the cage quietly to watch the next fight of the tournment and pulls out a bottle of milk from her bag.
Hameirak suddenly released his drunkness, swaying from side to side, back and forth. His fists were raised and clentched. Hameirak suddenly spun around low, using his tail to try and take out his opponents legs. After this he would do a falling strike, using his weight and speed to deliver a deadly punch to the body.
Kasyr offers Satoshi a bite of his Shish-and-rat-kabob. "...Hmm. I suppose this tourney is nearly done."
Satoshi accepts the offer, happily, and waits until that's out of the way before she replies. "Good. A 'bloodbath' sounds well and good, but it's not so much so as a fledgling..."
Brian continues mumbling the whole while, though even if one could understand the ancient language in which he spoke it's unlikely they would perceive his true meaning. In the Paladin's mind, this was between himself and god. Hamierak need not even have showed up, for with his lords blessing Brian could not falter. The air stank of alcohol, clearly his opponent was a lush, and his first clumsy half attempt at one might call a strike goes easily dodged as Brian hops over the speeding tail whip. As Hamierak begins to fall forward Brian seizes the moment to strike, and steps in with his left. The Paladin's right hand races forward to lock around Hamierak's large, fast approaching wrist, and twisting hips herald the beginning of Brian's first true attack. With all the fury of a rogue giant the human yells out some incoherent gibberish, and then Brian's left hand swings in with a flat palm. His entire force is concentrated in the blow, wholly intending to shatter the Draconian's elbow before allowing him to finish falling flat on his drunken face.
Zeusef watches the fight with a frown upon her face. Grinding her teeth as she glances to Rinonia. "Milk?"
Kasyr stares at the fight then places his face in his hand, "If I could bet right now, I'm fairly sure I'd peg this fights winner."
Rinonia glances at Zeusef with a nod, "Care for anything right now?"
Zeusef said to Kasyr, "What would you bet?"
Kasyr said to Zeusef, "The one without a tail~"
Hameirak eyes start go bleed red, his anger starting to rise and rise. As the human grabs his wrist, Hameirak uses his entire strength to easily cast the man into the mud. Hameirak now spins and rises, thinking of his next strike. Hameirak crouches and propells himself into the air, attempting to use his large elbow to strike the man as he was on the ground.
Zeusef shanks her head to Rinonia. "I don't eat or drink anything that comes from an animal's body. For obvious reason of course."
Rinonia nods her head, "I still have that apple wine from last night." She pulls out the bottle from her bag.
Zeusef said to Kasyr, "How much you willing to bet?"
Satoshi pretends she's not eyeing Zeusef like a talking meal, pondering whether a dish or raw horse flesh is better.
Zeusef takes the wine from Rinonia's grasp, quickly downing the contents, and putting herself in a good mood.
Kasyr said to Zeusef, "pick a number between 1 and twenty thousand gold?"
Brian feels his entire body jar as the two entities collide with behemoth force, and his intentions of laying waste to this first opponent will be either proven or denied. For the moment at least, it seems as though Brian would have to wait for satisfaction as he is somehow tossed easily into only place in the ring which contains mud; the far left corner. A moment of confusion wracks the paladin, until suddenly the large Draconian is barreling down on him with an elbow strike. Brian ducks, leaving Hameirak's elbow to smash soundly against the hard metal turnbuckle while the human begins something nefarious. From his crouching position Brian is left with a seemingly free shot and takes it, sending his left fist with an impressive amount of force for his opponent's testicles as his right fist is then sent hurtling in an uppercut for the Draconian's throat.
Prathoryn looked at Brian.
Rinonia shrugs her shoulders a bit and continues to drink her milk while watching the fight.
Zeusef said to Kasyr, "Hmm... On second thought..."
Jerralith silently wonders if a groin cup would constitute armor.
Kasyr cringes at first...before mentally taking notes.
LFA allows groin cups and leather gloves, etc. If fighters wish to wear them.
Satoshi said to Kasyr, "Y'know... that hobbit would have faired all right from that hit..."
Hameirak bends forth as he gets hit right in the 'soft spot' and getting hit in the throat after as well. Hameirak quickly recoverd, his eyes fully red now. He crouches giving out a blood thirsty roar that shook the ground. Hameirak teeth were on display, the sharp pearl white daggers glinting. Hameirak ran and jumped at his opponent, his haste faster than before. He attempted to grip the man by his hands, pull him to the floor and then eject him against the side of the arena with his feet.
Kasyr said to Kasyr, "True. ...Though I suppose that es neither here nor there." Kasyr perks up and stops talking to himself. "Er. I mean. Yes. Right. Because you froze off. Yeah. I'm still watching this fight. Mmhmm. Not thinking of anything underhanded at all."
Zeusef tilts her head at the dragonic male's reaction to the groin shot. "Hmm, he must not have anything to hurt down there." she utters quietly, turning to Rinonia with a smirk as she downs more of her wine. "Glad people can't make attacks like that on me."
Satoshi said, "Oh, no. Of course not. That's just not your style. Or somesuch... Did that sound believable?"
Kasyr smirks at the feline, "Surprisingly enough, it did."
Satoshi said to Satoshi, "Damn I'm good."
Kasyr sneaks a hand over to the felines head, if only to ruffle up her hair, "Hubris, thy name es feline. ..Though that es definitely cute."
Brian feels his fists both make solid 'meat pounding' contact and quickly withdraws his left, feeling just the slightest bit dirty. In the confusion which follows Brian manages to slip away from the turnbuckle and is headed for ring's center when all of a sudden his very footing shakes beneath him. "Whoah there big boy." He manages to breath out heavily as the Draconian rounds on him, but alas it seams peacefulness and fair combat would be a bit too much to ask after a blow like Brian's last. The Paladin wasn't completely sure just what his opponent had in mind with his next set of frantic, uncoordinated drunken motions, but the part where it hurts like a... well..... something not too nice seems to work perfectly. Brian is suddenly ripped to the ground, his face impacting on the floor as a decent amount of blood begins to pour from an open gash on his eyebrow. At least Brian had the sense to roll before Hamierak could bring down those giant feet and squash him like an ant. Brian rises, grinning and on the verge of laughter despite his swiftly developing headache. "What, that's all?" He asks, taunting rather than actually moving to engage the much large, much more haphazard combatant.
Rinonia chuckles as well and grins, "That is the one advantage you got over the males here." She speaks in a soft tone noticing a few eyes are on her.
Riotka takes another drink from his bottle. Yelling obscenities and reassurances to the ring at the top of his lungs.
Brian shouted, "Hey there ladies!" brian finds time to yell out despite his current engagement. "Boy this one's ugly!""
Hameirak smiles a wicked smile as he missed, flying right at a turnbuckle. As it came close, he dug a claw in, swinging around and flying back at him. Doing so, his feet get inches from the first rows face. At percisly the right angle, Hameirak retracted his claws, going for a flying drop kick. His feet were pointed, to catch the man with his talon-like-feet.
Kain chuckles at Brian's mid-battle comment, then moves over by Zeusef. "Glad I didn't hafta fight ya," he says, then adds. "Er... how's yer leg?"
Lorivanni has a gleam in his eye as he rolls through the ropes to enter the ring and come to stand before the paladin, Brian. As he raises the human's hand victoriously, the Vampire stares hard at his bulging, pulsating veins on the man's right forearm, the warm, flowing blood captivating the young sireling. After a few moments, Lorivanni regains his composure and shouts...."Urrhm....And the winner of this match is.........Brian the Brawler!" As he prepares to call the next matche's fighters, he relishes in the effectiveness of Brian's fighting style. "Now, for the final match of round two........Brian vs. Kasyr! Fighters make your way to the ring."
Brian should have been paying closer attention to his fight rather than yelling to various tournament groupies, for right as he went to face his opponent once more *BAM* Both of Hamierak's large feet smash into his chest, one on either side. Brian goes flying with a yell, and it seems that perhaps things have turned around for the Draconian. Yet, who could have guessed that ring ropes were so bouncy? As Brian hits the ropes, his momentum is suddenly reversed and the Human is now flying directly for the recovering Hamierak. The Human reaches out both hands, praying silently that he wouldn't end up permanently mangled from this next maneuver which involved wrapping his right arm around the Draconian's throat as his left hand locks powerfully onto Hamierak's earlobe. It only takes three pounds of pressure to rip off a normal human ear...... a Draconian's couldn't be much more. Maybe 6? Still, Brian intended to find out the hard way... by doing it.
Zeusef sips the last of the wine left in the bottle, turning to Kain with a shrug. Though she's had problems with dwarfs in the past, she remain as unbiased towards them as she is for all walks of life. "I barely feel it now that I have so wine in my system."
Kasyr lifts up his finger, and then glances off to the side, "Just a second, need to get a bite to eat." And well, with that, the hybrids quickly speeding off to go and get some raw steaks at the corpse....or something.
Hameirak starts to shake off the beserker rage. He sprouts wings and flys away.
Brian makes his way out of the ring, bleeding but still grinning broadly to the ladies with a mouth full of crimson. "Hey there." he says confidently to a couple gathered females before moving away to wipe himself off.
Jerralith simply leans back in his seat with a yawn, not yet having had to fight out of the strange circumstances of the event.
Kain nods. "That's good." He seems to be searching for something else to add, then shrugs and sits. Drinking an ale, he turns his attention back to the ring.
Riotka argues with a fellow fan. Presumably over some pre fight bet. Both men shout with their bottles in hand. Riotka finished the bottle off as he listened to the man talk of how unfair that fight was. The man then offers a rude hand gesture to Riotka's face. The dragon stares for a moment then shatters the bottle over his head. Looting his pockets and taking what was due, he then sits on the man now across the bench.
Satoshi watches Riotka with wicked amusement and even offers a brief wave to her once temporary comrade just in case he looks her way. Now, if only it had been goblins to fight for this tournament... They could have had some real fun again.
Rinonia glances over at Jerralith with a curious expression on her face but shrugs it off turning her action back to the fight at hand.
Prathoryn leans in and speaks to Lorivanni, "This brawl is a bit different than how I run events, but It has shown me the level in which the fighters are at. Good work mr. Commish."
Zeusef reaches over beside Rinonia, searching her armor to find her sack. She brings forth a bottle of wine, popping it open to down the drink.
Brian finishes wiping himself down with the ragged shirt he had been wearing, and is surprised to find out that such a little wound could produce so much blood. "Damn beasts." He mutters, but quickly overcomes the insult of his last match due to the fact he had won. Brian rises from his chair and begins looking around for who would be his opponent next.
Riotka starts to sit as he sees a figure down the way waving. As he looked he saw that Feline he meet. Riotka smiled and returned the wave. Thinking to himself he wondered if she saw that. He shrugs it off and ponders how many goblins he could pack into a fight here at one time. Riotka smirks a little.
Jerralith said to Rinonia, "Were ya gonna say somethin'?"
Rinonia said to Jerralith, "Nothing much to be honest I was curious to be honest."
Lorivanni said to Prathoryn, "Why thank you Mr. President. It has been a lot of work and even a bit of a headache, but it came together quite nicely."
Brian can't seem to find the odd fellow whom he had seen fighting upon first arrival, Kasyr or somesuch. Yet Brian -did- see the man's apparent companion, the female magus who had thrown her bout, and he heads toward the woman. "Might I have a word?"
Riotka sees the sleeping man had 'dropped' his bottle, and it still retained some of it's contents. Riotka picks the bottle up as if it were his own. Glancing side to side to make sure no one was looking he took a swig.
Satoshi eyes Brian warily as she tugs her scarf over her face--the scent of blood on him is too potent without the barrier. From behind the enchanted fabric, the feline's voice comes soft and muffled, "Erm. Yes. Concerning?"
Brian said to Satoshi, ""That man, i believe his name was Kasyr. Where has he gone?"
Satoshi said to Brian, "To get a bite" her voice falters with the word and with an effort she continues as casually as she can manage, "to eat. Won't be long."
Jerralith said to Rinonia, "'Bout what?"
Brian nods in understanding, though he's obviously not too happy with his future opponent's prolonged absence. "I have a proposal for him, or perhaps you in his stead should you be interested."
Prathoryn said to Lorivanni, "Do you have a fighter card on this Brian? He seems to have a modicum of skill."
Zeusef nudges Rinonia closer to Jerralith.
Rinonia said to Jerralith, "Nothing special to be honest, I was just wondering who knows the bracket for this tournament."
Satoshi has to readjust the scarf when her head tips sideways in curiosity. "I'm listening. And half-tempted to speak on his behalf for getting me involved in this fight-fest."
Rinonia gets pushed closer to Jerralith by Zeusef and glances over at him, "Sorry about that."
Brian holds up a finger in the universal symbol of "hold on one moment" as he turns and sprints away to where his belongings sit. The tall blonde human returns a moment later with an indecisive look and medium brown sack in his hand.
Brian said to Satoshi, "This is all of the money i have in this world, and it will not be enough for me to survive the rest of my voyage, hence my presence here. If i lose, i will be rather...... well.... out of luck. As such, i might as well place what little i do have on my own success, should you be interested."
Satoshi eyes the brown sack with open interest, momentarily forgetting her hunger for the sound of coin. "I... suppose I could. If that commisioner fellow allows me to bet on you, that is. And if you're really willing to risk your wordly possessions against my husband~."
Kasyr , blood spattered and now being gnawed on by a Fermin he's -also- gnawing on, falls off from the building he had ended up on, and crashes down amidst the outskirts of the arena. What follows that particular impact, is a particularily brutal display, the hybrid rolling atop the fermin and beating it's face into a mess of bone shards and brain matter. Something which allows him to simply finish feeding unimpeded. What's peculiar, is that with the ease in which that particular fermin was dispatched, one would almost have to wonder as to where the profuse amount of cuts had come from. However, if one were to look up to where he'd fallen from, they'd likely catch a glimpse of a few limp black shapes from the way he come. ...He also seems to have a tail draped over his shoulder. An item he puts to use in fact, once he's done feeding, and thusly regenerating the damage taken. After all, it doubles quite nicely as a skip rope, as he casually makes his way to Satoshi.
Jerralith said to Rinonia, "What about it, exactly?" Jerralith casts a curious glance at Zeusef.
Satoshi said, "Speak of the devil. Or... tiefling."
Brian nods. "I am." he says without hesitation, and turns to call over the fight commissioner when a loud commotion attracts his attention. It would seem that his opponent had returned.
Zeusef said to Jerralith, "What?"
Satoshi said to Kasyr, "Aww. Did you bring me back a present~?"
Kasyr skips his way over towards Satoshi, if only to loiter near her, hopping place, "...I'm not disqualified for catching fast food, now am I?"
Lorivanni said, "o brian Yes? What is it that is thwarting this match from getting underway now?"
Rinonia said to Jerralith, "Who are you up against?"
Brian is also standing near Satoshi, and his eyes study Kasyr on the approach.
Kasyr said to Satoshi, "There woulda been more rats...but I sort of..well, Tackled one off a roof... accidentally. I didn't expect it to be on a loose tile. anyways. Erm, if you want the rope. Err. tail- then Certainly.""
Riotka cracks another bottle open as another fighter enter the ring. "Yay tear his head off" he shouted. Not to anyone fighter, Riotka stopped to smile as he thought about both attempting to tear the others' head off at the same time. Taking a drink he sits back down.
Satoshi accepts the tail with simple delight and promptly begins nibbling on it, a snack to sate her. And something to do while she waits for Lorivanni to give an answer.
Brian said to Lorivanni, "We require your presence here commissioner!" Yells Brian across the stadium "Just one minor thing before we begin""
Lorivanni sighs with impatience as he reluctantly makes his way out of the ring and over to Brian and Satoshi. "What is it now sir? How can I be of assistance?" He asks in a placating tone.
Brian thrusts the large bag of coins into Lorivanni's hands. "I would like to place a bet on the outcome of this fight, in my favor."
Brian gave 15000 gold to Lorivanni. Prathoryn looked at Lorivanni.
Brian said to Satoshi, "I trust you will be betting against me?"
Satoshi mumbles something around the Fermin tail, sounding vaguely like, "Shoulda made that bet with the drunken lizard..."
Lorivanni said to Brian, "Is this a personal bet between you and another party? Because if you want to make a bet through my casino, I'm afraid you're too late. The betting window closed as soon as the event began."
Satoshi said to Lorivanni, "I'll match his gold, for Kasyr to win. I just... need to run to the bank real quick~."
Brian said to Lorivanni, "Yes, this is a personal bet between myself and the lady satoshi."
Lorivanni waits as the Vampire runs out, apparently to get more gold.
Satoshi returns in a flash. Because she's just that quick, after months of racing the tiefling everywhere. Satoshi gave 15000 gold to Lorivanni.
Riotka grabs the man next to him in a strong arms hug. "so whata ya say...40 on that guy?" pointing the bottle at the ring. "come'on be a man, live a little" Riotka shoved him a few times till he fell off his seat. "Aww don't be a little pretty pony about it, come on, just guys having a friendly bet?" Riotka shout at the retreating man. "Fine, i didn't wanna sit by you either."
Lorivanni said to Brian, "Your bet has been taken. See me after the event to settle up. Now get in the damned ring!""
Zeusef said to Cadoras, "Greetings."
Brian can't help but grin as he turns without a further word and begins heading for the ring. His mumbling resumes, a calm stillness overtaking the warrior who was so seemingly excitable only moments prior. With clean motions Brian enters the ring, and stands at the ready, waiting for whatever is to come.
Prathoryn does not wish to wait much longer for this fight and taps his pencil upon the clipboard.
Brian cracks his knucles and stands calmly, still muttering a prayer to his god for strength and bravery.
Jerralith wiggles his toes, waiting to see if he'll have to step up or get some more free time inbetween another fight.
Rinonia drinks some milk from the bottle and wipes her lips.
Riotka shouts more obscenities, then notes the bottle that was once in his hand is no longer there. Thinking to himself quickly not to look around as to be seen looking for it. Leaning forward over the man in front of him Riotka shouts "Come on! IF this Don't start soon i'm gunna kill this guy for just plain boredom." The man looks up wide eyed at Riotka. Riotka looks down. "You staying for the fight right." his tone made is sound as if it were a question the smirk and the glare said other wize. Leaning closer still. "You are taking him for 50." he paused " Hope you got fifty bucks." as Riotka jumps the row and sits next to him. "I'll take that." taking his drink.
Zeusef yawns as she slowly begins to dawn her armor once more. She groan a loud, raising as her left frontal legs is noticably hurt. Though her dark coat, a large purple bruise can be seen near the knee.
Riotka kills the man next to him with a broken bottle.
Lorivanni springs into the ring to announce...."Ladies and Gentlemen, your winner by disqualification..........Brian!" Now, for the final bout, Jerralith vs. Brian! Fighters report to the ring."
Brian remains in the ring his eyes closed, still muttering. Whoever his opponent would be, the human could care less. This was no longer a competition, this was for his very survival. The tall human cracks his neck loudly, and then begins another verse of prayer, simply waiting.
Jerralith hops up to the ring, still merely wearing a pair of leather pants and tape around his hands and feet, nothing else. Brian is given a cold, emotionless sort of stare.
Prathoryn hopes for an amazing final match.
Riotka looks around to notice many people have slowly moved away from him in the stands. Looking left he give those people a large smile. Then slowly turning back to the right to do the same. Picking the body off the ground he propped him up and threw his arm around him. 'From a distance it would look all right.' he thought to himself. Opening his last bottle he took a drink and put it in the other guy's cup holder. "Hold this."
Kasyr wanders back from being momentarily absconded due to ..politics. Mind you, it doesn't take him long to observe the current scene, "..So, since the fight didn't actually start- you're keeping that money you brought, right?" Satoshi whispered something to Kasyr.
Lorivanni shouted, "Jerralith vs. Brian! Fighters report to the ring." Lorivanni looks back and forth at the two and says..."As I said before, you know the rules. So let's get this thing started shall we? Lorivanni shouted, "Let's get it on!"
Brian opens his eyes for the first time in what seems like.... well.... a really long time. He probably should have kept them closed, spared himself with the headache which was going on in the outside world. There seemed to be some argument going on, or at least commotion, which was leading to a great deal of bad noise. "Look, this is getting old. I'm ending it quickly." He murmurs, just barely loud enough for the man now opposite him in the ring to hear. His one warning had been given, and as the sound of his words dies away Brian bursts into motion. He covers the distance between them within little more than moments and initiates the violence. Brian's knees bend suddenly, bringing him into a low crouch before the Human's calf muscles explode outward, pushing his feet against the ring floor with everything he has. Brian leaves the ground, flying the last couple feet between himself and Jerralith with his right knee raised. If the two smash together that bony appendage could certainly crack a rib or two. Yet if that were not enough the Paladin brings both hands outward with the intention of wrapping around the other man's throat and squeezing tightly. If all went well the tackle should leave Jay on the ground, with Brian on top just waiting to dish out more punishment.
Jerralith snorts at Brian's words, assuming a readied stance as the paladin makes his approach. When the flying knee comes, Jerralith is more than ready for it, dropping low and rolling to the side, completely avoiding the intended follow up as well due to his shift of position; snapping back to his feet, the spell blade takes an orthodox stance, wiggling his right hand in what some might consider a telegraphing of an imminent strike before his left shoulder rolls a bit, abruptly lunging forward and twisting his left arm much like the casting of a fishing rod, tucking his head to his shoulder as usual as a hard hook is levelled for Brian's chin. Regardless of success or failure, the lycan in human form abruptly launches his head forth in a vicious headbutt to the paladin's nose, with all the appropriate force behind it to bloody it and so much more.
Brian never looses sight of his ultimate objective; victory. Yet truth be known the Paladin was having a hard time taking this new opponent seriously. Kasyr would have proven a better opponent, or so the Human thought. Nevertheless, Brian wasn't about to let himself lose due to overconfidence. Yet then it happens, his confidence gets the better of him and allows Jerralith to roll away completely unharmed, while he himself realizes an impending date with the floor. A thud and crash are all that result from Brian's collision with ground as the paladin rolls unceremoniously and quickly picks himself up. Due to the nature of his roll and distance the first punch from Jerralith misses entirely, Yet Brian is completely surprised when he turns around and walks directly into a vicious headbutt. The human reels, stumbling backward several steps as a loud crack releases a stream of blood from his nose. "You bastard!" he yells, stepping forward once more to make a haphazard right handed haymaker. Yet here in lies the trickery. His movements should be easily readable, a right haymaker is obviously coming, yet at the last moment Brian steps inward with his left foot and unleashes a devastating left hook in the direction of Jerralith's gut, with the intent of making him double over. Should the blow succeed, that right hand which was seemingly so intent on a haymaker will reach in to grab a fistful of Jay's hair, and yank the lycan's head downward into the brunt of Brian's upward surging knee.
Jerralith does indeed see the haymaker coming, but rather than duck as Brian likely hopes, he tilts his entire body back, electing to use proper head movement instead; the stepping hook to the body is not as well read though, and that catches the lycan right in the bread basket, expelling a deep gasp of breath and tumbling backward, just enough to avoid Brian's grubby hands reaching for his blonde hair and that surging knee. Taking a moment to collect his bearings, Jerralith forces the pain to the back of his mind and circles the paladin, seemingly ready to lunge in and deliver his own hook - however, Jerralith has his own feints, stopping and lifting his left leg before bringing the heel crashing down toward Brian's head in a nasty axe kick, the heel clearly serving as the blade to the proverbial prisoner in the guillotine that is the paladin.
Riotka shouts and punches the body in the seat next to him, "Yeah hit'em again,again," punching the body each time as if he were in the ring. "Smash his face like this." grabbing a handful of the corpse's hair and bashing his face into the ground and pulling his head back up so that he sat normally again. Riotka looked over "Let's do the wave." standing up and sitting quickly whilst holding on the the man's limp arm.
Lorivanni eyes the macabre, but comical scene as Riotka seemingly animates the body of the corpse beside him "Now that's the spirit man! Let's make it bloody ladies and gents!"
Brian 's muscles are already burning, his heart beats a mile a minute, and his veins burn like they pump battery acid. The excitement of battle was truly upon him now, yet the Paladin knew that whatever happened in this fight, his success or failure was in the hands of god. This Jerralith was a better fighter than Brian had given him credit for, and he had managed to avoid the most devastating aspect of his attack, yet Brian was not about to give up. The feint hook would have proven quite effective were it not served directly after the Paladin's own had left him wary to such, and as the Lycan raises his leg high, Brian makes to counter. Rather than jump backward or try to dodge Brian rushes forward, catching Jerralith's ankle on his shoulder and disabling the kick's effectiveness, but it does not stop there; no. Brian's hands wrap outward to grab a firm hold of those silly leather pants, one hand on either hip, and with every ounce of strength that he can muster, Brian begins to lift. The idea here is something like a powerbomb, the larger human using his strength to his advantage and lifting Jerralith completely from the ground before slamming him back down like a sack of potatoes.
Jerralith grunts in mild surprise as Brian apparently has the speed to catch his kick and grab hold of his pants and then this body. Lifted up in the powerful slam, the lycan gathers a deep breath in preperation of being slammed hard to the mat, eyes fluttering shut just as his back makes the shuddering impact; the force again forces the breath from Jerralith, but due to the surface of the mat not being so rough, the slam does little damage other than that. Struggling back to his feet, the spell blade plays opposum a bit, acting as if he is a bit more hurt than he really is, moving tenatively and a bit slowly...that is, until he gathers all of his strength for one more flurry; with reckless abandon, Jerralith moves in with a volley of quick punches, each of them little more than peppering jabs to the ribs, body and face in that order...however, the last punch doesn't go as intended, instead intentionally missing the paladin's head. The other hand soon joins it, clinching with Brian and summoning all of his quickly sapping strength in an attempt to bring his head down slightly; his left knee comes up first toward the paladin's liver, seeking a brutal body blow. The right knee of Jerralith follows next, aiming to catch Brian right on the chin and put his lights out.
Riotka shouts, "Yeah! Get'em!" Lifting his 'friend' over his head. "Get'em!" throwing the body down a few rows and watching as it rolled a few more. Riotka stood in his seat. "Rips his arms off!" Riotka sloshes beer everywhere as he yells and screams.
Brian is forced to release his grip on the Lycan as they are both badly jarred by his impact with the mat, and in no time Jerralith has slithered away to regain standing. The Paladin stands at the ready, waiting for Jay to engage him with a steeled expression on his face. Powerful, yes. Cunning, perhaps. Yet speedy as a Lycan? Nay. Though he tries his best, and is successful in blocking many blows the utter quickness in Jerralith's repetition soon forces Brian to take a good number of the hits. Most notably one to his jaw which sets the Paladin reeling. In that momentary confusion Brian is completely unable to stop the oncoming clinch, and is a victim of the first brutal knee which nearly doubles him over. Yet Brian is not done yet, and as Jerralith prepares for his final strike which would devastate him the Paladin acts from desperation. Both arms wrap around his opponent in a bear hug before Brian uses all of his strength to push himself backward, and fall. Simple, maybe. Yet the effectiveness of falling can be proven by how easy it is to break up a clinch, especially when it turns into a half throw at the last moment. Such as this does.
Prathoryn sends out the final match to the 3rd judge and awaits the results.
Riotka shouts some more from atop his seat. "Finish him, punch'em like, and like, then then." mimicking the punches with bottle in hand. The man that was knocked out cold begins to wake up again. Riotka sees him looking up at him from the floor. Riotka smiles. The man frowns. "Then, one of these." Riotka leaps off the chair into an elbow drop. Picking the body up over his head he cheers at the fighters "Yeah, Like this, Come on." Tossing the body casually to the side Riotka finds his bottle, all this yelling had made him thirsty.
Lorivanni hurries into the ring and takes the blood splattered hand of Brian and raises it triumphantly. Unfortunately, the young sireling can't resist running his tongue along the paladin's bloody appendage, virtually washing the crimson fluid from the man's skin. After that, he breathes a sigh of relief before stammering......"um hrmmn....Ladies and rat fecies, your Bloody Brawl winner, and The Baddest Brawler in Vailkrin........Brian the Brawler!" With that, Lorivanni hands over the prize money and items. "Thank you everyone for coming, and you may begin slaughtering each other now. No really, right now!" he finishes. Lorivanni gave 30000 gold to Brian. (side bet)
Lorivanni gave 15000 gold to Brian. Lorivanni gave 1 Cursed Warblade of Chaos to Brian.