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Post by Kiri on Sept 10, 2009 22:29:27 GMT -5
"Nah, I'll be fine with just a sabre." She winked. "You're not the only one with tricks." She added slyly. Enouska gripped the hilt of the wooden blade and gazed steadily at the flailers. "Don't think I've ever fought them before." She observed, then grinned.
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Post by Grylvak on Sept 10, 2009 22:44:10 GMT -5
"Oy! Wait up! Seems likes otha' lads wan' t'e fight em....N' theres a lass! Bound ta be loads o' fun ta watch." Ceasar said, as his throwing knife slid back into his sleeve. He waved at Enouska for the bottle of wine. "I might need ta be more drunk ta get more ideas o' cheap shots." He chuckled.
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Post by Kiri on Sept 10, 2009 23:03:14 GMT -5
"Why am I not surprised with your ethics?" She chuckled, walked back, grabbed the bottle, took a swig and handed the rest to Ceasar. "The more booze in your system, the better your ideas are." Enouska laughed and turned to watch the fight.
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Post by Grylvak on Oct 2, 2009 19:29:54 GMT -5
"Aye, I work like fire, t'e moar wood, t'e betta' t'e fire." He downed the bottle, and watched the two flailmen. They handled the two that had approached them quite easly, using their swings to block and attack at the same time. Ceasar leaned a little forward, surprised by the skill. "Oy, ye watch yerself. Ain't no easy deal t'e fight flailmen. Random n'unpredictable." He said, slightly serious. He slid the dagger from his sleeve back out, and threw the bottle away. "Ye charge, n' ye cova'me while I do stuff....hic!"
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Post by Kiri on Oct 2, 2009 19:40:53 GMT -5
Enouska chuckled softly and nodded. "Of course, Ceasar... whatever you say." She gripped her wooden sabre and began to advance towards the brothers. Back Ceasar up, the king of cheap shots. Easier said than done. She had to make sure she wouldn't be getting in his way.
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Post by Grylvak on Oct 3, 2009 0:14:21 GMT -5
Ceasar drunkenly began a walk to the duo. He saw Enouska march towards them.
The two flailers, the flying mace brothers, were waving their unpredictable weapons. Expertly swinging their maces dangerously close to Enouska. They both swung at her, all 4 chained wooden bars speeding for her.
Ceasar was furthur away, watching them. "Oy...ima watch 'ow Enouska does on 'er own...aye....Hic!" He began to say drunkenly, stopping 20 meters away from the trio of fighters. He would join in....when he felt like it. He would end the fight in a matter of seconds when he thought Enouska couldn't handle it.
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Post by Kiri on Oct 4, 2009 11:34:05 GMT -5
Enouska looked back at Ceasar, "Bloody drunken sailor..." She grumbled under her breath. She held her sword up to block a few of them, but jumped back once she other few swung around. She pulled her sword back. She knew Ceasar would help, at the last minute. She wasn't surprised by his tactic.
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Post by Grylvak on Oct 4, 2009 16:27:30 GMT -5
The brothers continued attacking Enouska, not really minding Ceasar. They expertly swung their flails and attacked Enouska constantly, attempting to keep her occupied enough so she hopefully would not retaliate.
Ceasar was getting angry at being ignored. He decided to help Enouska out. He walked to the fighting trio, The weakness of the flails, is their defense. He was being ignored, he was in their back. He was slowly making his drunkenly way behind them. He took a large gulp of his drink, and continued following the flurries of strikes. He made eye contact with Enouska...Was she having fun or should he end it right away?
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Post by Kiri on Oct 6, 2009 11:27:18 GMT -5
For the brief moment Ceasar made eye contact, she scowled at him and kept blocking the flails. Eventually, she caught an opening and shoved her sword forward, then retracted just in time to block the other attack. Obviously not liking the outcome, the one out still swung his flail and they collided with Enouska's side. Seeing this opening, the other flail smashed onto her arm as well. "YOU WERE OUT YOU CHEAT!" She screamed at the first attack. "THAT BE INTERFERENCE, THAT BE!!" She added on.
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Post by Grylvak on Oct 6, 2009 17:37:37 GMT -5
The brothers found that hitting a...girl was fun. They continued attacking her, swinging their flails on Enouska as she were a pinata. That's when Ceasar entered. Throwing his wooden knife one at of them, and his wooden sabre at the other, knocking them back into the sand. He pulled a real knife out of his boot. He threw a kick in one of the brother's face, making sure he stayed down. The other, he brought the sharp knife under his chin, pointing his brains. "OY YE SCUM! YER OU'! BOTH O'YE! YE REPORT TA MI DESK TAMORRO' FIRS' THING! OR IMA STAB YER BLOODY BRAINS OUT N' GORE YE! YE BE ASHAMED O' CHEATIN' N'HURTIN' A FELLOW SAILOR FER NOTHIN'!" Ceasar called over two guards to deal with the violent bunch. "Ye alrigh' Enouska?" He asked, as he walked over to her and lay a hand on her shoulder to turn her around to see how she was. He did just save the two brothers from a fury...
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Post by Kiri on Oct 13, 2009 10:24:24 GMT -5
Enouska looked at Ceasar. She was ready to go after the brothers, but he stopped her. "I'll be alright... if I can stick them with my sword.." She grumbled, then threw the wooden blade down into the dirt. Her eyes glared at the brother's backs as they were taken care of by the guards. "Well... shall we continue the fight, or am I disqualified?" She asked with a slight growl, then picked her wooden sabre back up.
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Post by Grylvak on Mar 22, 2010 20:01:56 GMT -5
"Bah! Ya ain't out yet! But ya deserve a bloody break. Durned bastards hit ya goot didn'they eh? Nothin' a good drink o' two will heal!" He let's out a laughter, the kind he gave when he had a bloody marvelous idea; Drinking. He brought his arms around and over her shoulders, escorting -away- from the fighting.
"Ya lads bettah keep a spot open fer us eh?" He ordered nicely.
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