fight fight fight

[leonheartedly]

WHO: you
WHERE: here
WHEN: Day 83

[over near the bouncy castles, Thistle is holding their (kind of) annual fight club! But it's a little more elaborate this time; there's a circle drawn out in the grass to act as a "ring", and there's a list of CHALLENGES posted nearby for anyone who feels like adding some spice to their fights. The sheep have kindly built some places to sit for the audience.

But that's not all! Over nearby, there's another area marked off, but smaller with a set of foam jousting poles just waiting for someone to use. Have fun while safely beating the heck out of each other!

There's also this little corner over here, where Tyr is holding self-defense lessons again.

Finally, there's also a table set up with some food and snacks, and around the area is plenty of space for other flocks to set up their own rites, should they feel like it!

The fight club rules have been posted near the rings and are as follows:

1. No killing or maiming, these fights are meant to be friendly
2. Don't be cheap, make it a good clean fight
3. Fighters set the terms between them - powers or no powers, weapons, first blood, etc

We will intervene if you can't follow the rules. Play nice!

(FIGHT CLUB+ DAY. Feel free to TL if you want to run your own rite and I'll link it here ♥

GAMBLE WITH CLOVER)

Comments

[throughbamboo]

[he drops his hand to glance back up, giving Hannya his own once-over. A lot like how he would after they'd fought as kids, looking for injuries or anything else]

Maybe not a million, but 'm still thinkin' 'em up.

[doggonemad]

[ he's fine, maybe a little resigned. ]

I know where ya wanna start.

[throughbamboo]

Do ya?

Start with why I can't remember yer name.

[doggonemad]

[ falters, like wtf. ]

'Cause— no one remembers their names here, bro. S'why I'm goin' by "Hannya" here. Ain't 'cause I wanna.

[throughbamboo]

[???

But that answers the follow-up, at least]

'S some weird-ass amnesia.

[doggonemad]

Yeah, so ya gotta come up with somethin'— wait, hold the fuck on, ain't ya gonna ask why I didn't show back then?!

[throughbamboo]

[his eyebrows furrow]

The fuck're you talkin' about? Show up back when?

[doggonemad]

Did you hit yer head?!

[ whips his jacket off. ]

Twenty-one years ago, I left ya high an' dry!

[throughbamboo]

. . .

Are you sure ya didn't hit yer head?

[doggonemad]

[ not this again.

grits his teeth, getting into a stance. ]

What year is it.

[throughbamboo]

[he straightens up, eyes narrowing at the stance]

It's 2012, ya dumbass.

[doggonemad]

[ fucking

time travel

bullshit. ]

It's 2006, dipshit.

[throughbamboo]

[. . .]

Pull the other one, 'sgot bells on it.

[doggonemad]

Take it off.

[throughbamboo]

Bro . . .

[he lifts his chin a bit] Tell me somethin'. What really happened back then? Ya wanna talk 'bout it so much, then answer that.

[doggonemad]

Take yer fuckin' shirt off an' then I'll answer. Yanno how it goes.

[throughbamboo]

[. . .

Fine. Grabbing his coat and shirt and tossing them away]

[doggonemad]

[ he is immediately going to attack him.

as he does. ]

[throughbamboo]

[as he does.

He's catching him by the arm and, with a step back, picking him up and throwing him]

[doggonemad]

[ rolls to his feet, using a tree to propel himself back at him, a wild look in his eye.

there's a lot of quick stepping and, at some point, the tanto comes out. ]

[throughbamboo]

[this is a very different fight from the last two they had.

If the tanto hadn't come out he'd very concerned. He's definitely going to slam him into the ground the first chance has, though]

[doggonemad]

[ that chance will come quickly enough, because his punches are pulled. it's like he wants to lose. ]

[throughbamboo]

[yeah. Yeah.

This time he's calling it out]

Thought ya wanted a fight, not a beatin'!

[doggonemad]

[ snarls, lunging at him

but it's all very sloppy and animalistic, like he doesn't know what the fuck else to do. ]

[throughbamboo]

[he'll keep going for a few more exchanges, but then he'll grab his wrist on a jab, disarming him]

'S enough.