Kurts
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Post by Kurts on Jan 31, 2016 18:12:33 GMT -5
Where the various reavers, knights, mercenaries, and warriors of the multicultural Iron Empire train for battle.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 5, 2016 15:38:29 GMT -5
After her unfortunate meeting with Hector, Robyn was in the training area fucking some people up to release some pent up frustration, about a lot of things, past and present and future.
She'd just sent a seasoned fighter running to the side lines and was taking a break for some water.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 5, 2016 15:48:15 GMT -5
Killion arrived in the yard for his daily bouts, his own frustrations with the nature of ruling to work out. He remembered the days when he had the freedom of the seas, with no responsibilities to any save himself. When drink failed to make him feel better, this sufficed. He looked around at the various sparring partners Robyn had thrashed, likely bruised and grumbling.
"Copper for your thoughts?" he inquired, stripping down so he was bare above the torso and taking up a pair of wooden training swords.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 5, 2016 15:54:17 GMT -5
"My thoughts would cost you a lot more than that," she replied, not unkindly, but not exactly pleasantly either.
She was only human, and glanced down at the king's bare torso, before looking at the swords then his face. "Want to be next?" She asked, raising am eyebrow.
Killion had nothing on her husband in terms of muscle and build, but no man did, and there was more to life than muscles.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 5, 2016 16:07:26 GMT -5
"Taking this city has forced a familiarity with merchants." he replied, as if it were a regrettable fact. "A lesson I have found is that the market sets the price and I see no other bidders for what is on you mind."
He waved for his guardsmen to clear the yard for them. He had a feeling they would need the space.
"A warrior only improved by practicing with one more skilled than themselves, so I am happy to do you the favor." he answered her challenge, with a patronizing smile.
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 5, 2016 16:24:30 GMT -5
She would look forward to wiping that smile off his smug face.
"There is one other bidder for it," she motioned to herself, " and they are famed in their homeland for pricing all their wares very highly."
She took one of the practice swords off of him and made her way into the arena again, a couple of northern men there cheered her on as she entered.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 5, 2016 16:28:44 GMT -5
"A wager then?" he proposed, spinning the training swords with a flourish. "When I win, you tell me what troubles you. I would not think to ask of anything more from a married woman. It would be unseemly."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 5, 2016 16:36:18 GMT -5
"Done, and if I win, you will owe me something," Robyn replied, not bothering with the flourish and just reading the sword in a defensive position, as she was used to, being a lot smaller than most of her opponents, this time included, she was accustomed to starting fights defensively, making use of her usually superior speed.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 5, 2016 17:36:22 GMT -5
Round 1:
Killion: 118 (10 damage absorbed by riposte)
Robyn: 140 (10 riposte damage absorbed by ability)
Round 2:
Killion: 186
Robyn: 14 (15 damage absorbed by ability, 10 damage taken)
Round 3:
Killion: 112 (-5)
Robyn (-10): 130
Round 4:
Killion (-5): 130 (-5, now -10)
Robyn: 144
Round 5:
Killion (-10): 167 (+5 next round from ability)
Robyn (-10): 161
Round 6:
Killion (-10): 123 (-10, now -20)
Robyn (-10): 156
Round 7:
Killion (-20): 117 (-10, now -30)
Robyn (-10): 147
Round 8:
Killion (-30): 140 (-10, now -40)
Robyn (-10): 168
Round 9:
Killion (-40): 135 (+5 next round from ability)
Robyn (-10): 133
Round 10:
Killion (-40): 105 (-10, now -50)
Robyn (-10): 132
Round 11:
Killion (-50): 71 (KO)
Robyn (-10): 125
While Robyn typically took the defensive at the outset of the fight, the Ironborn preferred overwhelming offense, the bout beginning with Killion charging forward with a flurry of blows from his training swords. With preternatural agility the Ironborn princess dodged or ducked each in turn with ease, before stabbing out with her short sword. The reaver deflected it with one blade in wide arc, thrusting the other towards her head. To his shock, she dodged that as well, the wooden sword passing within a hair's breadth of her face as she turned to the side. In turn she stabbed high towards his smirking face, which he deflected up high with one blade, as he slammed the other into her stomach to knock the wind out of her. He was certain that such a blow would have sent most to the ground gasping for air trying desperately to mouth the word "yield." To his horror, it only seemed to make her angry. What followed could only be described as a dismantling of the Ironborn king, Killion desperately trying to fend off her blows as she vented her frustrations upon him, taking a stinging blow from her wooden blade for each he managed to deflect. After a lengthy bout, she knocked him on his back, angry welts covering his body and his breathing labored.
"Yield." he groaned, the smirk still on his face. "Stormed God's cock, I yield!"
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 5, 2016 17:41:15 GMT -5
Robyn thought about making some kind of victory remark about how the King of the Ironborn looked now, but instead she grinned down at the fallen king and offered him her hand up. He had helped a lot in venting her frustration after all.
"Good fight, not had such good competition in a long while,"
With her free hand she rubbed her stomach, which she was certain would bruise from his blow, but if she had learnt one thing in her time fighting, it was how to take a punch... admittedly usually it was to her face.
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Post by Marlow on Feb 5, 2016 17:45:58 GMT -5
Harwyn's laugh could probably be heard in Pentos as he saw the little woman take down Killion. "Either she has some fight in her, or I knocked the warrior out of you four years ago. I'm curious to find out which is true." Giving his axe a loving pat, Harwyn grinned at Robyn.
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Post by Kurts on Feb 5, 2016 17:50:33 GMT -5
Killion took her hand with gratitude, getting back to his feet with a wheezing pained laugh.
"Can always count on you to kick a man when he's down, Goodbrother." he remarked, rubbing his ribs where the bruises had already began to turn purple, before turning his attention back to Robyn. "I believe we're even for that time I popped you stitches on the dance floor. Name your boon."
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Post by Robyn Stark on Feb 5, 2016 17:56:12 GMT -5
"Well, as with the vast majority of my injuries, I brought our dance upon myself," she replied, talking to Killion but looking at Goodbrother. She would usually not fight after such a lengthy practice already, but she owed Goodbrother a few insults.
"Come on then, best get yourself a practice sword, you Ironborn can't risk your numbers" she taunted and went for some water while he readied himself.
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Post by Marlow on Feb 5, 2016 18:00:01 GMT -5
Harwyn retrieves a practice axe, because swords are for milkdrinkers. And his king, he amends. "I'll take it easy on you. No point scarring the beauty of the North before the war is over."
... did Harwyn just compliment someone?
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Post by Kurts on Feb 5, 2016 18:00:26 GMT -5
"No wager?" Killion inquired, moving off to the sides and throwing a shirt on with a wince.
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