Fight:Crab Battle! (or: Man BaTAH!oh!)

Kreekitaka and Harrison wandered into each other in Frostmaw. Awesomeness ensued.

The Setup

Harrison , not seeming too out of place among the giants due to his impressive stature, strolled about the city with his ursine companion following close behind. He wore nothing but ragged cloth for the most part, save for a massive pelt-made-cloak which hung loosely upon broad shoulders. Countless scars traced across whatever skin was visible, and it would not be hard to assume the rest of his body suffered such markings as well. Harrison's step would falter a bit every couple of steps; was that a limp, or is the man just drunk? Whenever the man looked like he was about to loose his footing Ursa would help support him with a snout or shoulder.

Kreekitaka was cold. Because his clients of late had decided to be in a freaking snow-covered city at the top of a mountain. There was, fortunately, enough water lying around that he could just add it to his tanks, and the blanket he'd gotten before making the climb was a nice warm one, but it was still a long way home and he was ready to go back to Kelay. Probably just going to mail that guy Jaice his dress. Then it was back home to the sea to properly acquire some real merchandise for setting up a full shop. But as of right now, he was on his way out of the city--or at least he was, right up until he saw the human leading the bear around. That guy looked like he'd been in -fights-, and having a pet of that caliber was a sign of real awesomeness. So of course Kree had to pause in his travels and clench his facial crushers at him in respect. "Hi," he offered, the easiest word of greeting. His voice was deep but hollow, as if it took a lot of effort just to produce sound. "I honor your courage," he added. Such a dude would be valuable to have as an ally.

Harrison fumbled to a halt when he was addressed, just to be pushed to the ground by an unwitting bear that continued to walk on. Realizing she wasn't walking over the hard of the ground anymore, Ursa paused and looked down at the man below her. More of a pause. Then she finally decided to stop crushing Harrison under her weight. Harrison took a bit of an effort to return to a standing position, showing it was probably intoxication at this point. The giant... shelled... thing... what? Kreekitaka was given a few look-overs before finally being responded to, "M-my courage..?" Harrison suddenly puffed his chest out and posed after recognition struck him. His own baritone was a little rough, and held a notable confidence in it. "Yes! Few have heart as I!" the man was almost at the point of cheering before Ursa nudged him back into reality. Back to stupification; it was big, had hard outside, but did not feel of danger... While Harrison regarded Kree with evident confusion, Ursa just sat by on her rear while casting an enigmatic stare at the seaborn.

Kreekitaka hurried closer to help get the bear off, but when she moved out of the way on her own he stopped and just waited for him to get up. Which... took a while... intoxication, probably. Likely he had just got done with some kind of intense training or had some kind of great victory. Kree flared and rattled his paddles when the man boasted of his heart, and couldn't help it--this demanded first-hand seeing for himself! Although--before Kree could start the challenge, he glanced once more at the man's state. He was barely sober enough to walk, meaning a fight now would hardly be fair. Kree, therefore, had two options, one of which he liked more than the other one. "Aye? In HHHTHaTAH! case," the crustacean had trouble with certain morphemes, like TH and T, "I wooDAH! be honoreDAH! if you wooDAH! face me in combaTAH! someTAH!ime--when you are more yourseff, of course." And D and L, apparently. He puffed himself up, flexing a little like the man had, resisting the urge to draw his jawblade and show it off as well.

Harrison looked more confused as time went on. It was talking to him. Some of the words were hard to hear-- what's this? Combat? Harrison went wide-eyed and grinned at the very thought, "I don' know this Yourseff, but I accept! No time like now, yes?" Ursa rolled her eyes, shook her head, and moved aside as if she understood the situation already. A meaty fist pounded against his chest before the shirt Harrison wore was torn off like cheap paper (all things considered, it was effectively the same kind of quality). The dire pelt was removed from his shoulders and tossed over to land on a resting Ursa's head, which warranted a short groan of disapproval. Sure enough, the man was covered in deep, long scars which crossed about the entirety of his upper body. That, and a lot of hair. Harrison took the time to crack his knuckles and roll his neck around, both motions resulting in loud popping sounds. By this time a few passersby gathered about to see what these two clowns were about to do.

Kreekitaka had to pause. It was cold as -crap- outside this blanket and the man was drunk and basically the whole scenario was suboptimal. Technically speaking Kree could probably win this fight just by blocking his hits and letting hypothermia take him, and that was if he didn't stumble into something and hurt himself. He shifted inside the blanket, rattling his paddles again, starting to strafe a little, circling. "Are you sure?" he asked, after a moment of hesitation. "I wish TAH!oo chayenge you aTAH! your peak, noTAH! when you are... peakeDAH!." Because one party being drunk and the other party not made for somewhat less interesting fights, in Kree's experience. Drink made one act and react slower, which made it easier to defend and break through a defense.

Harrison at least seemed to be sobering up somewhat in the harsh cold-- or maybe it was just the idea of trying to lift whatever Kree was that was getting him more focused. "Drink is good; hands not shake now," he explained, gripping one of his shoulders and rolling the arm around in the socket, then doing the same with the other. The cold didn't seem to be bothering Harrison despite the lack of protection, and his eyes were still clear and steady enough. An upside to drunkardness is being able to hold your liquor well when you care to, especially when you have the body for it. "Give moment, then we start. Better for both. Uh, where from..? Not dwarf, or tall-thin dwarf, or... elf? No, not pointy enough..." Harrison asked, then began to mutter to himself for a bit while going over a few more stretches. Snoring emanated from beneath the pelt covering Ursa's upper body. A few of the giants talked amongst themselves, pointing to the dire animal and wondering if they should do anything about it being in their city.

Kreekitaka shrugged--well, okay, if he insisted. He tilted his head a little and considered the cold--he'd been in cold water before, this wouldn't kill him--at least not for the duration of a fight, anyhow. He tossed aside the blanket, revealing all four of his legs and large claws, along with his rapidly-color-changing kilt and the holster in back that held his weapon--though if the man wanted to fight unarmed, Kree would do so as well. It also helped that he used small words, made it easier to understand him. "No. Uyeer. From ocean," he said, gesturing with a throwing motion that he was from a long way away from where he ought to be. He planted his feet and snapped his claws open, readying himself. "Come on, HHHTHen! Show me HHHTHe hearTAH! you speak of!" It was a fair enough match to avoid any more delays. The cold put Kree at a disadvantage and the drink might hinder the man--really, now might actually be a fairer fight than later on, especially since no preparation time was available. Kree's heart rose--a real test of combat! Not like that man from the bar.

The Punchline

Harrison became at a loss once more when the rest of Kreekitaka's form was revealed-- but quickly recovered from it. Now was the time for action, no matter what was faced! Though, attempting to navigate around those claws would be rather troublesome. Harrison nodded in vague understanding of whatever an uyeer was, and readied himself. A flex, a battle roar, and then a charge. Getting into any kind of clinch would probably be impossible at the start, but the attempt was made anyway. Harrison's rush was a well-practiced motion shown in how he carried himself forward, with arms brought close in a pugilist's peek-a-boo guard of sorts, and foot strikes hitting the ground of an experienced runner. A left jab would be made at Kree's center mass-- a sort of aimless "attack" with the limited force behind it just to check an opponents guard, with the right fist moving in to check for weaker parts of the crabman's form. Kreekitaka's fearsome claws would be kept well in mind, with dodging and parrying them (if possible) being a higher priority for Harrison than a mindless assault.

Kreekitaka didn't typically play around when it came to fights--as much as he enjoyed them, he liked to try and end them as swiftly as possible, mostly because that was how he'd always practiced. Every move was to be a potential battle-winner. So when the man made a jab for Kree's body, Kree just about leaned into the attack as his claws shot forward to try and grab at the man's arms. The left jab was too quick and his claw snapped shut around empty air, but it's possible the right had more weight and drive behind it. Should he catch that one, Kree would follow through on the motion to make it more of a redirect than a catch and jerk his arm across his body, putting his left arm and his opponent's right arm between them but bringing their heads closer--and then surging forward, lowering his head, bringing hardened carapace to bear against the man's human skull. Or at least, that was the plan.

Harrison held too much assurance in his own strength to bother with further testing the opponent's durability; this mistake earned him a sore shoulder and a broken nose. Harrison staggered and tried to pull back in surprise instead of moving to follow the momentum of his attempted blow regardless of it hitting or not, and the contact of face-to-carapace was far from pretty. Blood gushed, teeth were gritted, and the most the man gave to note his injury was a brief, pained grunt. Harrison gripped on with his free hand to the plating of Kree's arm which held him. Wrists crossed and body braced for the further harm he was going to inflict upon himself with the following assault, Harrison used his opponent's own body to aid with leaping into the air to plant both feet into one of the sea-beast's leg joints. They looked stable, but hopefully assaulting such a spot would be enough to break from Kree's dangerous grip.

Kreekitaka was quite pleased with the success of that gambit and drew back his free claw for a lights-out punch, but the man recovered faster than Kree had anticipated and was using that claw as leverage to... lift himself up? The crustacean wasn't sure where he was going, but prudence stated that when someone voluntarily gives up their stance, it means they're going for some kind of blow. So Kree did the natural thing and shoved at him to push him away. The man had a more solid grip than he'd expected, though, and even with the sudden change in angle he delivered a nasty kick to that leg. "GNhhsss!" The rest of Kree's legs scrabbled beneath him to compensate for the sudden force brought to bear on that one as he purposefully let it go slack to avoid it breaking, with something of a pained hiss. And actually--this led into the perfect position. Kree leaned forward and tugged down, folding his paddles and curling up a little, using his full weight to try and shoulder-check the man into the ground below them, maybe try and force the air out of his lungs for a moment. He wasn't at all used to fighting this way, however, and would use the momentary stun he hoped this would cause to shove himself back up to his feet and a step or so back where he could stay up on all four legs.

Harrison was forced to twist his limb within the crabman's hold in the attempt to avoid being helplessly crushed beneath their massive form. Snarling as skin and flesh tore, Harrison tried to use what leverage he could to reversal the situation, tucking his free arm under Kree's in an awkward hold. Harrison spun and pulled on the armored limb as the seaborn brought its weight down to bring both of them to the ground, but was only able to partially avoid being caught underneath Kree's hulking body. "Crab... battle!.." Harrison spat out in a strained voice, struggling to remain conscious. The eventual freedom was a relief for a multitude of reasons: there wasn't a giant crab on him anymore, and there was space between them again, if only for a moment-- however, despite his earlier enthusiasm, Harrison was already having some trouble picking himself off of the ground, and looked a bloody mess at this point. The crowd seemed entertained save for the few who waged bets and lost. If given enough time (probably out of mercy than anything else) Harrison would finally rise to a ready stance once more, determination burning in his eyes despite his condition.

Kreekitaka was, as mentioned, trained from experience to choose moves that could easily end a fight, but his honor said that attacking a foe who wasn't ready was cowardice. Pressing an advantage like this during a friendly challenge was just bad sportsmanship, and Kree waited patiently for the man to climb back to his feet. He wasn't without damage either--if one looked carefully, they might spot that his stance had changed, favoring that leg Harrison had hit. It was going to be sore for a while. As soon as the man's fists went back up, so did Kree's claws, and once more he snapped them open. "Man baTAH!oh," he quipped back, clenching his facial crushers in respect and nodding. This time, rather than waiting, Kree surged forward into the attack. His own defense had been tested, now let's see the man's. Claws open, Kree drew back and thrust with both arms straight for his core as he closed the gap, intending to clamp down on anything that got in his way--arms or torso, whichever worked. Throwing all his weight into one direct maneuver was a thing Kree tended to do, as he got more powerful hits that way--however, if the man dodged or defended himself, it left Kree overextended for a short time and wide open.

Harrison braced himself with his legs further apart, then dropped into as deep of a ducking squat as his flexibility would allow in reaction to Kreekitaka's thrusting limbs. One claw added another gash to the collection of marks on the man's back, while the main aim of the attack was barely avoided. Down, now forward. Harrison tucked one arm under the crabman's injured leg, with the other arm wrapping around what it could of Kree's upper body. Forward, now up, then back... Roaring with such intensity reminiscent to a bellowing bear, Harrison attempted to lift his opponent into the air just enough to slam them backward into the ground behind him. The man would be just as open as Kreekitaka before if the grapple wasn't enough to at least upset the seabeast's balance.

Kreekitaka was definitely not used to being grappled in this manner and being upended was not on his list of things to do today! As the man lifted, Kree brought both claws up and then down, attempting a double-fisted piledriver maneuver on his back, trying anything to get him to let go. Of course, the position he was in when his blows landed, should they land, wouldn't be helpful either--at best, the pair of them would collapse into a tangled pile on top of each other, and at worst the move would go through anyhow and Kree would find himself flat on his back, stunned. In either case, immediately afterward he'd just sort of lay there for a little bit while cartoonish stars floated in circles around his head.

Harrison 's grapple put the twin strike to his back to hit without much issue, with one claw being in better position to connect than the other. Already at the edge of his limits, the pain forced Harrison down to one knee mid-suplex, bending the limb in a strange way as the maneuver still followed through (albeit at an odd angle). Harrison remained motionless for a bit after their bodies crashed to the ground, taking yet another breather. Then... a chuckle, full on laughter-- then sobering, rasping coughs. A quick check was given to his own nearly-broken leg. His reactions when touching around the knee and ankle showed them to be at the very least sore. Harrison managed to bring himself off the floor, and, if Kreekitaka was still dazed, a reprieve was given in mutual respect for the combatant.

Kreekitaka was actually, now that I'm remembering it, quite fortunate indeed that he'd landed at a funky angle and from less height than before--after all, those tanks of melted snow on his back are a touch more brittle than he is and landing on them would have been very, very bad. As it was, they survived the fall intact, and eventually, slowly, Kree started to move again, rolling over onto his front and pushing himself to his feet. Ooooh. Taking hits like that was not good for his insides. Exoskeletons are great at preventing minor external damage. Against jarring full-body blows like that it was far less useful. Kree staggered a little bit as he made it back to his feet and considered, just for a brief moment, asking if it was over. But that moment passed quickly--this wasn't over until somebody gave in, and while they had both battered each other silly in the space of about a minute or two, it didn't seem like anyone was surrendering yet. So once more, Kree lifted his claws to a ready position and rolled his shoulders. Not today. "Your TAH!urn," he said, clenching his crushers in respect.

Rainbow flies over the fight, surveying everything as it happens, seeing as... oh, geez, this was serious! "And they're both still standing!" ... Wait did she just say that out... oh, screw it, might as well. she was drunk anyway. "Look at these two! one torn up, covered in blood, the other still shaken from that monster throw, each one shaken, each one still raring for a fight, but which one will end up on top!?"

Harrison gave a little shake to his wrists, taking weight off of his injured leg briefly and giving it the same treatment. It wasn't enough to make things actually any better, but the motion was a relief in its own way. It definitely was far from over. Forward, once more! Fists up, elbows higher and fists further apart from the initial core-guard he held earlier, with weight being shifted during the dash to favour his weaker limb. Instead of striking in an obvious manner like before, Harrison gritted his teeth and forced himself to bear the full of his weight on that wounded leg. The matching arm was pulled back, arched forward from the side-- it stopped, a feint, and Harrison pushed off the ground to position himself at Kree's flank without bringing his fist to make contact with the crustacean's shell. It was kept close Harrison's chest as he followed up into the second spring forward, then cut across in a body-chop with the entirety of the man's weight and strength behind it. Such an attack was heavily committed to, and relied on contact to keep any form of balance afterword.

Kreekitaka was fortunate in that he only went to defend against the punch with one claw, shifting his attention and lifting it in preparation to receive a blow--though the blow never came, and the man's body suddenly lashed out from the other side. Because he'd been shifting to redirect the punch, all his weight was now in such a position where he couldn't properly redirect this other blow--but at the same time, all of his weight was on that side, meaning it was possible he could just tank it. Regardless, he did the only thing he could think of--he counter-attacked. In the same moment as the massive chop sped toward his body, Kree's own claw snapped shut and shot forward and a little up, going for a fairly straight-forward uppercut. Whether he landed this counterblow or not, the lateral chop struck at almost exactly the same instant and staggered him, forcing his stance to shift--he stayed on his feet, but if he hadn't knocked Harrison away, he'd be unbalanced for a moment...

Rainbow buzzes closer to the fight, her voice raised again. "Harrison hits Kreekitaka with a vicious body-blow, and he's definitely feeling it, but that doesn't stop him from swinging out with a -vicious- uppercut! He's off-balance, but will Harrison be able to take advantage of it!?" She'd gathered the names from the crowd's cheers, or at least Harrison's... Kree, she knew. Speaking of the crowd, they were getting even more riled up than before, great cheers coming up at each blow.

Harrison was pulling his weight across as the synchonous blows occurred, earning him a claw to the jaw. It was enough to the side for the man to lean around and push past it at the price of more than just a bruise or chipped bone. More blood; either from a fresh gash or excess gushing out of an earlier-broken nose. Harrison swung his assaulting arm wide behind him after the chop made its initial impact, then sent the fist up and forward in a mimicking motion of an uppercut. On the offensive, the strike would have more focus and power behind it than a reactionary counter. Be it hit or deflected, another strike to Kree's central mass from the opposite arm, and then a hook to the head again... Harrison would be lost to his own momentum if not properly caught or countered, and would only stop if such occurred-- or the fight appeared over.

Kreekitaka was staggered just enough by that initial blow to be a bit slow on the defense for that first hit. Which was enough to slow his defenses for the second. Fortunately, his carapace was holding up well against the punches so far. By the third, his claws were back up, and now Kree was officially on defense rather than getting hit repeatedly, and he decided to use the man's momentum against him--right, left, right, he pretended to take blow after blow, slowly giving ground, waiting for just the right opening, using that shell to his advantage. Eventually Harrison'd tire, or slip up, or move just a little too slow. That would be when Kree would act--but for now, he was in float-like-a-butterfly mode.

Rainbow leans forward again, her voice raising in volume once more. "Look at that! They're back at it, and Harrison's full on the offensive! Kree's just taking punch, after punch, after punch, but he doesn't seem to be taking much damage from the hits at all, with all that thick shell of his! Will Harrison be able to get through it?"

Harrison varied up his strikes after a few, but eventually let his frustration devolve his assault into a predictable pattern. The strikes might have momentarily gained in strength as well, but fatigue was starting to set in and the man's knuckles were wearing out. Harrison's punches began to notably slow after that last burst of adrenaline, and his breath became ragged. "Move- huff... armor! Grraahh!!" he more of grunted than spoke.

Kreekitaka finally leaned into one of his blocks, redirecting the punch out wide, then dropping his claw and making a grab for that arm. His other claw shot out to try and grab the man's torso in the same moment, and should he get a lock with either of those he would drag them back towards himself in a very bookendish repeat performance of the headbutt from earlier, lowering his head and bringing it back against his opponent's face. As he did so, he shifted his stance slightly to place one of his feet behind those of Harrison, and then, following the impact of faces, attempted to shove the man away and down, giving him a little twisting tug with the claw on his arm with the intent to spin him as he fell so that he'd land on his freshly-battered face. Should he land in such a manner, Kree would then place one of his feet gently on the man's back and tilt his head, waiting--if he moved, even a twitch, he'd pull back and take a step or two back to let him get back up.

Harrison went for a desperate corkscrew despite how awful of an idea it was at possibly the worst time to try one, and probably put too much weight into-- oh, no... Gripped, pulled-- SMASH! Another headbutt (the amount of red covering both of them was rather concerning at this point) sent Harrison reeling, then to the ground yet again as Kreekitaka's maneuverings moved the man about exactly as intended. The landing was unceremonious, to say the least. It was a bit of time before Harrison was moving again. Eventually he attempted to roll onto his back, then struggle to rise to a sitting position. Standing was far out of the question. All the while during the end of the spectacle, those who gathered and stayed to watch until the end gave a terrific roar of cheering and applause for (probably) both combatants. Ursa was -still- sleeping.

Rainbow goes wild with the rest of the crowd, sharp whistles sending small sparks of flame up into the air, bursting harmlessly overhead like small fireworks. "And there you have it! Our winner... KREEEEEEEEEEEEEEKIIIIITAAAAAAKAAAA!!!" She'd swoop in next to him, her body going from roughly three inches tall to roughly the size of a... smallish human adult, her gaudy, frilly dress scaling up with her... bright, she knows, but what can you do? She scoops up one of Kree's claws, hefting it high overhead, though.. she's not really able to make it go up all the way, given she's -still- not that strong, even in a larger form like this. After everyone's had their fun, she'd crouch down next to the wounded one, grinning. "... You look like you need a healer. Mind if I help with that?"

Kreekitaka allowed his claw to be lifted and posed a little for the audience--they had got a heck of a show, however, and it felt nice to be celebrated. As Rainbow approached the fallen man, Kree also walked up and offered him a hand up--as far as he was concerned, the fight was over. There was too much blood everywhere for it to be anything else. "You fighTAH! marveyousyee," he said, a little breathlessly even for him. "HHHTHaTAH! was HHHTHe mos' fun I have haDAH! in a yong TAH!ime. HHHTHank you, sir."

The Aftermath

Harrison looked at the small woman. She was like an... elf-dwarf without the beard, and with wings? The hell was this? Maybe he was seeing things. Too many blows to the head. There were three of her and-- well, she just offered healing. Maybe it's the mead-fairy. "G-go a'ead," Harrison barely managed in his groggy state before sneezing congealed blood to the side. Kree walked/scuttled over and offering words that were even harder to understand considering Harrison's current condition, but the situation spoke for itself anyway. The claw's assistance was taken with quiet thanks. Harrison waited to attempt a proper response for when he was properly upright, "Good fight-- no, best fight! Giant good, but ö-yeer great!" He had no idea if that was even pronounced right. The world was still spinning, but at least there were only two Kree's and two little winged elf-dwarf-girls. "Armor was tough. Like metal or ice here, but special," Harrison commented, then fell a bit silent after. He mouthed the word 'special' once more, then shook out of his thoughts to regard Kreekitaka and Rainbow once more. Now the time for intense, hot-blooded action was over, there was plenty of time to take note of the damages. Harrison's nose was busted twice over, with a gash running from cheek to the underside of his jaw; the man's back had a slight cut across it; one of his wrists had the flesh around it torn almost to the point of reaching the bone, with the matching leg shaking at the joints.

Rainbow nods seriously, her wings setting to buzzing again as she unattunes the magic that had been keeping her expanded. With someone this hurt, she'd need every scrap of energy she could gather to heal them, and getting larger like this takes a lot of power. healing wounds, igniting the air, easy. Giving conservation of mass the finger? a bit harder. So she'd seemingly vanish, going back to her little three-inches-tall form, and start buzzing about his form, quicker than Kree had seen her really move before, the drone of her wings something like that of a hornet. "Okay. Nose shattered, severe loss of blood, hand partially flayed, damage to the bones of the hand and wrist from punching his carapace, and... ooh, that wrist. Yeah, I'm surprised you could even clench your fist with that hole there. Adrenaline for you... Leg's pretty shot too... Right. I can get all this working, but it's going to be a bit of doing. Good thing for you, I'm drunk as a sailor~" She giggles. "Right. This is gonna feel pretty weird." She'd start to fly between the various blood pools around the wrestler and back to his body, dipping her little shard of wood in the liquid before coming back and beginning to draw little symbols on the areas worst effected. She'd have the work done in a few minutes, at which point she'd begin to... sing? Doesn't seem like the bard type. Anyway, Harrison would suddenly be filled with the kind of vigor and wild energy usually reserved for adolescents the day after their first romp, his body's natural recuperative abilities going into a kind of... hyper-mode and putting his body back together good as new! Better, actually, given the way the body's natural healing processes tend to work. He'd be right exhausted after it passes, since it was his body doing the work, after all, but not more than he would be after major exercise like that anyway. She'd alight again, hovering a bit above him. "Now then, on the matter of my fees..."

Kreekitaka assumed the man's rambling a bit was grogginess from the blows he took, or excitement, or both, but when he started to space out like that Kree's paddles flared and he shifted his grip, using mostly the tendrils inside his claws reserved for fine manipulative work to try and support him gently. He shifted his gaze to Rainbow, who was, fortunately, already hard at work and doing so with a very businesslike swiftness. He nodded to himself and said nothing, just letting her work.

Harrison faced a number of strange occurrances in such a short amount of time, let alone a day. Being sketched upon with his own blood was a few kinds of weird, for sure. Yet more to add to the list... The reinvigoration was well-accepted, and immediately lamented when it passed. But that was to be expected; that brawl was intense! Harrison would have found himself on his rear again if Kreekitaka didn't help in supporting him, which earned yet more words of appreciation. "I can tell strong, good friend in you. Heart was greater than mine!" Harrison nodded with the words, which were followed by a short-lived chuckle. Bees? No, she said 'fees'. "Fees..?" the man asked with such confusion that it was clear the word wasn't even in his vocabulary. Considering how ragged his pants were (and the torn up scraps of cloth that were near Ursa), Harrison probably didn't have a copper to his name.

Rainbow looks over the man, then sighs, crossing her arms. "... Well, there's... probably going to be issues with that... Um. Guess we're going to have to set up some installments, aren't you... Comes out to about... Eight thousand gold in total, so... that's gonna take some time to clear out."

Kreekitaka shook his head at the man and thumped him lightly on the back, clenching his facial crushers and rattling his paddles up and down. "On HHHTHis occasion, yes, buTAH! you nearyee besTAH! me wiHHHTH your fyip earyier. I aomosTAH! gave in." Then the matter of fees came up. Eight thousand--good grief. He waved the pixie off. "Io TAH!ake care of iTAH!. For now, yeTAH! us go jrink TAH!oo new frien'ships, yes?"

Harrison counted on his fingers. Eight... thousand? What was that? It sounded like a lot larger than just eight. Even then, just eight gold was far out of reach. Kree's newfound friendship saving the day in yet another way, Harrison was at a loss in how to express his gratitude. The sound of merrymaking with a new comrade was definitely the way to go. "Yes! Nothing better!" Ursa lumbered over, drowsy from her nap and still covered by another dire bear's pelt. Harrison took it and wrapped it around his shoulders once more, securing the thick tie in front of his neck. As if already knowing where they were heading, Ursa was already off heading towards the tavern.