Hammer Brasher Showdown - RPLOG

Participants

• Angus
• Arimia
• Bite_PC
• Cedric

Date

19/4/476

Log

The barracks have been altered a bit, the main training floor cleared into four makeshift arenas seperated by planks of wood marking the boundaries. Amongst them stand two felines and two toads, all at least slightly buldging with muscles. In one arena in the corner, one of the toads is going at it with a member of the cty guard. The guard gives a great upward swing with his war hammer but is back-stepped, and then socked right in the jaw. The toad limbers up and starts to dance around the disoriented guard, who comes wide with a pivoting swing, connecting and knocking the toad off balance as he attempts to perform a roundhouse kick. The toad wastes no time in sweeping the legs of the guard and rolling them over, working to pin them. They struggle valiantly and this is met with a light blow to the head, before the toad gets tired of it all and pushes him out of the ring. "Ring out!" Calls a small clanned rabbit, who moves to prod the victor. "Good going champ." The crowd gathered presents mixed boos and cheers.

The toad laughs and raises his hands. "See! Not even a need for my namesakes!" he says gesturing to a few hammers strapped to his body."

Cedric had heard the call for brawlers, though he was undecided about participating. Maybe it would be a good opportunity to test out his skills, unsure as he was about them. The badger stood by patiently, watching the match between the guardsman and the toad with an expression of interest. This could be a lot of fun.

Angus had heard the call as well, and was only here to watch at the moment. As he was still uncertain about joining in, with a chuckle he claps for the two combatants and smiled, making a mental note to have a talk to the guardsman later about his performance. "Not bad!" He commented, turning to give Cedric a grin.

A short form slips into the barracks and glances around. It's wearing a heavy cloak, keeping the figure hidden entirely from view, save for a faint glow coming from under the hood. After the end of the fight the hood shakes, the figure shaking it's head, and a gloved, pink fingered paw reaches up to undo the clasp on it's cloak, letting it fall to show a short, pink 'coon, who some would recognize as Arimia. Though she has a crudely wrapped smoke of some sort hanging from the side of her muzzle. She walks over to the small clanned rabbit and asks, "Who'd you have signed up next? An' where do I sign up?"

The group of four meet up and laugh, nodding as they talk amongst themselves before two step out, one feline and one toad. "Alright that was good but you all have to have better than that, that was pitiful." The rabbit smiles at Arimia, quickly saying "Well! A fiesty small clanner?" as he looks their size over, quirking a brow and nodding. "Well you can sign up right now, they're looking for more challengers. We would run up to four at once but there aren't always that many fighters in here." He moves to grab some paper and offer it to the raccoon. "Here you go, and you can pick which one you fight. The big green guy there is Gert, the smaller toad is Ray, that bundle of ashy fur over there is is Terry, watch him he might fight dirty, and then his brother there is Curt."

"Not bad at all." the graceful clan Badger replied to Angus, giving a grin of his own in return, even despite the very unpleasant headache he'd been nursing all day. Still trying to make up his mind about signing up for a match, almost positive that he'd just embarass himself trying to use his spear nonletally. Then again, he did buy that hammer just last night. Maybe that would make a good blunt weapon? He'd seen Angus in battle before, surely this sort of thing would be his province? "So, you participating or just spectating?" he inquires curiously of the fox.

Angus stiffened as soon as the pink hand went up. "Oh...that's just grand." He muttered to himself with a sigh, things were just about to get more complicated it seems. Yes he was a skilled fighter, but to be honest. He was not a fan of nonlethal combat for sport. Cedric had caught the fox flat footed as he was in the middle of turning around to leave, and he just blinked at the Badger. "I...I guess I'll participate then." He responded a little reluctantly, not wanting to leave the badger alone. Especially with a certain pink coon in the room...

Arimia gives a small grin at the rabbit's addressing of her and takes the paper, filling it out. "I ain't a small clanner," she says, and when she passes back the the paper it's signed 'Arimia, Apostate.' She looks up at the four and looks about to speak, until the sight of Angus, and his unknown companion, which prompts her to change what she was about to say. "An' I'll get back to you on who." She turns and walks over to the fox, rather blatantly ignoring the badger for a moment, "Brat. You fightin'? They do group fights. If we can find two more we can take 'em all on."

The racoon is given an odd look as the paper is filled out and nods slowly. He waits for her return to select her challenger, the group looking her over and sizing her small form up. They look at the fox, the larger of the two toads giving him a thumbs down, pointing straight at him with the other hand.

Cedric nods in response to the fox's delcaration of intent to participate. He figured if someone he was at least -sort of- acquainted with was signing up, then he might as well. He looked towards Arimia at her approach. He'd never met the demure 'coon before, and wasn't familiar with whatever it was about her that caused Angus to hesitate. Of course, he was a little oblivious to the hesitation to begin with. Without waiting to be personally addressed, the badger speaks up, "I'll fight. I could use the practice, prob'ly." he says, leaving himself completely vulnerable to potential mockery!

Angus rolled his eyes at the Brat comment from Arimia. "And what makes you think I'll help y-..." Through his comment he had been smiling at Arimia, but the Toad's gesture caught his attention. "...Sign me up." He answered, that smile now pointed at the Toad, to be honest that brat comment hadn't sat well with the fox, and now he had a target to direct his displeasure at. In return for the gesture he gave one back, in the form of a thumbs up, before it shifted into a rather rude gesture.

Arimia nods her head at Agnus, then glances at Cedric. She looks him over, then gives a scowl and a sigh. She nods her head and gestures for the two to follow her before turning back and walking over to the small clan rabbit. "We got three. Think one of 'em is willin' to leave the little group of lovebirds, or are we gonna have to take all of 'em on?"

The larger toad grits his teeth and grins, laughing. "Alright squirt." he calls out, getting a few more jeers from the crowd. The rabbit looks the three over and passes the sheet to Angus, and when he is done will pass it to Cedric. "Sign up please, I don't see that being a problem. Let us adjust the ring after you sign up. Rules are simple, ring out, attempt to use lethal force, success or fail, attempt at serious injury, success or fail, admitting defeat, a lack of will to fight, or clocking out and taking a little nap will disqualify you from victory. If all three of you fight at once, as one is taken down the fight will be halted and reset, so any losses may be removed from the arena before it continues. All this sound good? If so, please select your three opponents."

Cedric follows Arimia towards the small clan rabbit, standing idly by as she speaks with him. He looks over the opponents, quietly sizing them up. He'll leave this decision to the others, he thinks. He's not really sure he'd have a choice in the matter anyway. Instead, he asks of the rabbit, "And mathemagic? That alright as long as it's not lethal?".

Angus signed his name, plain and simple. 'Angus, Graceful' Turning around he chuckles, and crosses his arms. "Well, this should be fun." He mutters, his tails twitching behind him as he eyes their competition. "Anyone want ugly?" He asked, pointing a finger at the larger toad. "He looks like he needs a nap."

Arimia lets out a soft huff and looks toward the four again. She says to Angus, "He do, don' he. Thing is, he'll probably cry a bit if we don' include him though." She pauses a moment before continuing. "We'll take ugly, Terry, an' his brother." She looks at the other two and says, "Any complaints about that?"

The rabbit looks to the other two to make up their minds, noting the mathmatical question and saying "Well again, no serious injury. A light flame might be alright, but don't torch them and expect to not get disqualified. Those fancy cutting winds are alright, long as they're simple... don't go crippling their organs please. Oh, it should go without saying, don't hurt the crowd?" The rabbit looks the group over for their answers, Curt, Gert, and Terry already moving forward, Ray stepping back to prepare adjustments for the ring. Cedric is handed the paper to sign.

Cedric nods a little as he takes the paper and begins to sign it with his name and clan. 'Cedric, Graceful'. "Understood." he says simply in reply to the rabbit's guidelines, as he hands back the sign-up sheet and turns to give the opponents another glance. "Wow... heh. He does look pretty worn out. No complaints here." he condones the choice with a wide, silly grin.

Angus nods. "No crippling, no torching, no whining. Got it." Looking at the assembled group again he grins, shaking his head lightly as the ring is adjusted. He didn't have much else to do as he waited. "So Arimia, which one do you want?" He asked, flicking an ear in the Raccoons direction as he stands there.

Arimia nods her head slightly and says, "Don' get knocked out, don' hurt 'em too bad. Got it." She tugs on her golves, making sure they're secure. Once that done she reaches up to fiddle briefly with her soul pendant, setting a stone fully in there. Shortly after from her back tentacles start to grow, slipping through holes in her vest apparently made for them. "I'll take the one who fights dirty."

Terry offers a polite wave to Arimia, giving a half hearted smile before he drops his arm and looks away from them, his eyes resting on the floor. He moves to start finishing the ring afterwards. Gert listens to the group with interest, just grinning. "C'mon squirt you can face me. I'll give your little yapper a run for it's money." He adds flexing before he moves to shove about the wood and finalize the ring. Curt just stands there, watching the group. "Well it's a joint match, if you find time to swap targets or gang up on someone that's your business you know..." he says with a sigh. "But, you should probably keep your focus on someone at all times, preferably the one everyone else isn't looking at, you know, so they don't surprise you and change the tide of battle." Curt rubs the back of his head and looks to his brother. As the ring is finished Ray steps aside, leaning against a wall and smiling, the others move to spread out in the now mostly room sized arena, room for spectators is diminished slightly.

"Hmm." the badger dark lancer says thoughtfully, giving the remaining two one last look before making up his mind. He points his meat tenderizing hammer in the direction of Gert, the larger toad. "Gonna take 'Tubbs the Tender Toad' here if it's all the same?" he says as an aside to Angus and Arimia. "He looks like tons of fun." Cedric says with a poker face and an even tone.

Angus stretched lightly as he listens to Curt. "I'll keep that in mind." He mutter, not really paying attention as he prepared himself. Small talk was over, time for action. Walking into the ring his mind is already focused on the task, mentally reciting a weak calculation of water that Mira had taught him, one that allowed him to move more freely and to evade blows.

Arimia flicks her ears slightly and moves into the ring, looking as though she's listening to something. Humor is gone from her features, though she isn't scowling either, simply looking ready. She idly checks her gloves again, before stretching lightly and saying, "Right. Let's go."

Gert laughs at the tubbs comment, grinning and laying a hand on a hammer, he waits for the signal to go. Curt faces Angus to start with, he readies himself with a few stretches before grabbing a hammer out and resting it on his knee, in a downwards position. Terry waves once more and continues looking down, standing across from Arimia. "I ah... alright ready." he says and pulls out two hammers, getting ready to defend himself. Terry looks up and stares moreso around the entire group than directly at Arimia, making a few mock swings with his hammers before on the second to last mock swing one of his hammers flys out of his hand, directed at the raccoon, who is grazed but easily guides it along their body, letting it exit the ring completely as it moves along. The party is beset by his gaze however, their bodies feeling slightly more sluggish and less forceful.

Cedric starts incanting the calculations for some dark math, attempting to drain the vitality of the larger toad, Gurt.

Arimia rolls her shoulder slightly after the hammer grazes her, tentacles weaving about her, and says, "Gonna have to hit harder than that. I'm used to punchin' bone dragons to death." She moves forward, eyes on Terry, doing her best to ignore the effects of his gaze. After she gets close enough her fist moves in a blur, striking the opponent with what she hopes to be a disorienting punch, before starting to speak some math, albeit an unsettling and twisted sort of math.

The sluggish dazed feeling is not helping Cedric out anyway, added on top of his already throbbing headache. He needs something to lessen his burden, and with the help of some math he may be able to take it directly from the muscular toad. He looks like he could spare a cup or two. He tries to speak quickly, figuring out the numerology necessary for this.

Curt wastes no time, hammers taking up both hands he holds them like them like they were extensions of his arms, moving in close and flailing twice in quick sucession with the metal objects at Angus, who dodges them both. As he steps back a lil tired he kicks backwards, completely missing Cedric.

Gert quickdraws his hammer and runs at Cedric, not aiming for him precisely, his hammer swing comes short and he stomps the ground with all his might, unsettling the badger.

Angus wasted no time going on the defensive as he backpedaled out of reach of those hammers, dodging and weaving just out of their reach when Curt flails them. When Curt hops back and makes the foolish mistake of trying to kick Cedric he reacts, finally going on the offensive as he rushes Curt. Pressing forward he angles an open-handed blow underneath his oponnents chin, before he follows up by lashing out at the leg Curt was balancing on, hoping to send him crashing down to the ground.

Terry blinks once at the punch, touching the impact site before he suddenly coughs up a noxious cloud that covers the middle of the ring. The initial widespread wave of it is terrible, it hurts eyes and throat a tiny bit, liable to knock folks to their knees if they're caught in it.

Arimia finishes her mathemagical incantation, which hits Terry with a painful force, while leaving Arimia looking a bit better off than she was. It also leaves the being weakened slightly, with wounds harder to heal. She falls back a short ways, though not far enough to escape the cloud, and prepares a defensive stance, while her eyes scan the basilisk, looking for weak points in his armor, and openings in his stance.

Cedric finishes the calculation, praying to Saint Leon he got it right, and holds his ground in the toxic cloud. It's very difficult to bear with the pressure of the cloud, but he'd also be taking the risk of a ring out if he chickens out. He moves to strike Gert with the vitality draining strike.

Curt groans and falls to the ground, the nearby Angus is quickly latched onto and dragged down with him as he falls. The two remain in the toxic cloud, which lingers on the field like a plague, the lingering poison causing them harm.

Gert is hit, hard, his life force, strength, and speed leave him as he lingers in the cloud, his coughing can be heard before he goes deathly silent. He suddenly lets out a fierce "GRAH!" and lays his full fractional strength into Cedric, making an impact that shakes the dark knights armor.

Angus yelped as he was dragged to the ground by Curt, the toxic fumes of the poison crowding in around him. He had to take his target out quickly and end this fight before it could linger, bringing his hands together he aims a vicious double-handed hammer blow to Curt's back, as he tried to break free.

Terry doesn't seem bothered by the poison cloud at all, watching Arimia as he is struck by strange visions and bodily pain he groans, before pulling out four odd hammers. They resemble very dull throwing axes. He chucks one, two, three, four out in a wide spread arc in an attempt to hit the raccoon. The feline backs up promptly and edges towards the other combatants.

Arimia flattens her ears as if she heard a loud shout or the like and almost seems to move before the hammers are thrown, jumping to one side, then moving to just weave and dodge the other hammers. As the last comes for her it looks almost as though she won't move out of the way of that one, but one of her tentacles moves to snag it, then spin around and fling the hammer back at Terry, the projectile heading perhaps a bit below center mass.

Cedric is heavily rattled in his armor by Gert's forceful strike, knocked back quite a bit. That was incredibly painful. But he's stolen some of the massive man's lifeforce, so why not use it? The badger tosses his hammer aside and draws his spear, rushing forth to sweep broadly at his opponent, without stabbing.

Curt is blundered by the blow, letting loose slightly. He does, however take a weak jab at Angus's calf muscle, grasping it at the end to try and hold him from getting up, reaching for a hammer with the other hand. The grasp doesn't hurt much at all really, but it's there for the fox to deal with.

Angus jerks his leg as his calf is grabbed, and frowns down at Curt. Enough was enough the fox thought as he watched him reach for the hammer, he couldn't let him grab that thing so he lashed out. Driving his boot into Curt's jaw to try and finally knock the fool out with the vicious attack.

Gert is hit hard, and seems to stumble and fumble as he tries to retaliate, his speed and strength not coming out like they should he shortchanges a shove at the dark knight, proving near useless. He's starting to look weary.

Terry is hit by the retaliated hammer, grumbling but pushing foward, he turns from Arimia and lunges at Cedric, who manages to dodge the blow.

As soon as Terry turns away from the 'coon, she wastes no time in launching herself at him, sending a foot toward the back of his knee, a punch to the kidney, and more, using fists, feet, and tentacles to strike the feline in a rapid flurry. She tries to aim for weak spots, or debilitating strikes, but is more concerned with just hitting as rapidly and hard as she can. Though she does make a deliberate point to try and strike areas where she could potentially knock him out.

Cedric is intensely focused on Gert for the time being, with Terry barely registering on his radar. He's intent to prove that the bigger they are, the harder they fall and he rears back with his polearm once more and aims a blunt strike to the giant's right temple.

Cedric's blow is a decent one, only being partially lessened by Gert leaning out of it, not entirely out of his game yet. Suddenly, Curt is out! The rabbit says "TIME OUT!" as he moves to the ring and he and ray remove Curt from the arena. Once they ensure he is alive and mostly okay, they nod. "Curt is out!" THe crowd cheers in majority, a few fans booing. After everyone is given a few seconds to breathe, catch balance, stand up, the fight ensues.

Angus sighs as he is finally freed from Curt's grasp, and he stands back up. With a shake of his head to get himself orientated he looks for his next target, wondering if he should go after Terry or Gert....He goes with Terry, moving in to position to attack his backside if he is needed.

Gert takes the breather and recovers minimally, shaking his head and gathering his senses before he rushes Cedric rather weakly. There is little force behind it, he seems to be pushing his limits. "I'm not done... I can do it!" The toad stamps at Cedric in an attempt to push them back.

Terry takes his breather and then opens up the round with a roundhouse kick, missing all of his targets in the process.

Arimia immediately moves away from Terry when the time out is called, the 'small 'coon short on breath and looking a bit worse for the wear due to the effects of the poison cloud. She takes the brief pause to catch her breath, and ready herself to fight again. When the fight resumes she starts to rush toward Terry, only to duck to one side as he tries to kick, then continue moving at him to resume her rapid flurry of strikes.

The badger's condition isn't looking too great, but he seems to still have some life left in him. He won't for long, though if this doesn't end soon. He manages to avoid the roundhouse kick he was only minimally aware of, in his zealous assault of Big Ol' Gert. Who is now weakly rushing him, looking in much worse shape than Cedric is. It shouldn't take too much to put him out of the fight, so he grasps his polearm with both hands and with the pointy end behind him, attempts to deliver a blow to the toad's gut with the butt of the weapon's hilt. "Just croak for me, already, Gertie!"

Gert takes the hit, and before he collapses grasps at Cedric's weapon, bending it a tad as he drops, almost unnoticably as he uses his falling momentum.. "Alright, I'm out." he says lowly. The fight is yet again paused, and Gert is dragged out. Terry looks the group over and raises his hands, looking back to the ground. "I'm not doing three on one, and i'm getting my rear handed to me. You're good miss." he says to Arimia as he steps out of the arena. The crowd cheers and the rabbit smiles. "Three victors! Let's hear it for them."

Cedric frowns as he examines the slightly bent portion of his very ornate weapon. This might take some time to fix. But hey, at least they won, so it was all worth it! Finally, he can get out of this poison cloud and into a more comfortable soul back at the inn. He lowers his weapon and looks around at the crowd, taking a very graceful bow.

Angus sighs in relief as Terry finally gives up, the fox was actually close to running on empty himself. With a shake of his head he gives the crowd a bow as well, more then happy to be finally leaving the toxic cloud. Standing back up he smiles at Cedric, even gives Arimia a grin considering they won.

Arimia lets out a soft sigh of her own and says, "First time I fought against a basalisk. Don' think I want to do it again." She reaches up to unseat a gem in her soul pendant, causing the tentacles to disappear. She fumbles and the gem falls to the ground. She bends over and picks it back up, setting it back, but not seating it, in her pendant. "You all fought well," She says, before glancing at Angus and begrudgingly saying, "All of you." She then walks over to where she'd left her cloak and picks it up, starting to pull it back on.

The crowd continues to cheer before a voice comes out, it belongs to Gert. "YOU!" he says as he pushes up and approaches the group. "You're good, and you're alright. Sorry about hassling you, it's good for motivation and it makes the crowd happy, makes it more personal. Thanks for beating my brains out, we should do it again." he says with a grin. He pulls free three hammers and drops them in front of the winners. "Take your gifts!" he says before he stomps his foot and the others move forward to gie their respects.

"Ah..." Cedric is at at loss at the display of good sportsmanship and graciously accepts the hammer axe from Gert with a friendly smile. He does manage to find at least a couple of words, rubbing the back of his head, abashed. "Thanks, you put up a great fight. I think I learned a thing'r two." he tell Gert as he looks down at the hammer. "And sorry about all the cracks, just a headache and all the gas." he adds with a chuckle.

Angus looks at Arimia in shock for a second, before he smiles faintly and his ears flicked. "It was an honor fighting you all." He commented to Gert as he gives him a light bow, blinking as the hammer is offered. "You three really gave us a run for our money." He added, giving Gert a smile as he rested his new hammer on his shoulder.

Arimia flicks her ears and ignores the look from the fox. She glances at Gert, then at the dropped weapons. She bends down and picks up a balanced 'hammer'. She turns it over in her hands, before slipping it under her cloak. "It was fun. Next time I think I'll choose the one who doesn't breath poison though." With that she turns and looks about to leave the barracks.

The hammer brashers wave the group off and dismiss the crowd after a few more matches, brawling till the break of day.