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FISTICUFFS IN THE MUCK

Anno Domini
9th of Godfrey’s Triumph, 654 A.A.

 

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A fisticuffs in the muck.

 

LAW OF THE WILD

The tour ended by the market stalls, merchants hawking their wares. General conversation turned to mounting tension, the taller of the duo looking down upon the guide. “Bigger wins in the wild.” A thinly veiled threat.

The Wingriff’s palm settled on the pommel of her arming blade out of habit. “Don’t imply laws of the wild, lest you’re willing to get that experience quick.” Another comment had a smile sharpening her features. “I’m not in the habit of punching Serfs.”

 

CHALLENGE

Rylond challenged her. Junco had a habit of cutting people down to size.

Unable to ignore a challenge, following the dogma her Templar father raised her with, she asked the terms.

 

“Fisticuffs. No armor. Tap-out.”

 

Simple to follow, the boy tacking on a bet in an attempt to get ahead in life. “I win, you teach me sword fighting.” He didn’t have the skill, nor the teachings. With no skill of his own to trade, he had to relent to labor. “And I win, you serve me for a year. Quickest way to get experience and learn not to piss everyone off.”

 

FISTICUFFS IN THE MUCK

The ever-constant rain of old Avistra met them in the square. Witnesses idled by the side, the Wingriff peeling away armor and weaponry for her younger brother to look after.

They gauged each other's stance, one with fists heavy as a bear and the other with movements learnt from the blade. It began with a feint, lunging after as a fist cracked the boy's face. 

Blow for blow, feint, weave, jab, more towards the former then the latter.

Mud sucked down boots, rain plastering hair, until a series of unpausing blows left no room for breath and sent Rylond into the muck.

The Wingriffs knee sank against his chest, kneeling into him with a single warning. “Tap-out.”

He managed to tap her knee.

Junco Wingriff assisted Rylond up.

Afterall, size has nothing to do with might.

 


Spoiler

[ A short POV post on the duel/fisticuffs that took place in Avistra earlier today!]

 

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