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Post by Arania Stark on Dec 22, 2012 3:59:21 GMT -5
Percy picked himself up. He had a right headache. He grinned at the Prince being announced winner. He had fallen, but only to the champion. He walked over to where Tyrell lay sprawled in the dirt and offered him a hand. "Well done, my lord, well done." Once again he had outlasted the Rose Lord, but he would not gloat.
Arania, up in the stands, cheered wildly. "Benjen! Benjen!" she cried, though her shouts could certainly not be heard over the others in the stands.
(gosh, not THAT excited)
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Post by The Forgotten God on Dec 22, 2012 4:14:48 GMT -5
Ellaria and Ben's sisters cheer as well, though even they turn a moment to regard Arania's enthusiasm.
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Post by Lord Rykker on Dec 22, 2012 4:25:11 GMT -5
Uhtred lay in the dirt, looking up. His nose was broken, he was relatively sure. He had turned at just the wrong moment, and that fist had come swinging up with a vengeance. With the prince hitting from behind and the Crowl in the front, that was a rare fight indeed.
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Post by Kurts on Dec 22, 2012 4:31:58 GMT -5
Malix stood, covered in dirty and sweat, feeling alive from the sport. He had not anticipated the armored endurance of the Westerosi. He hoped his performance had caught the eye of some wealthy benefactor.
He made his way over to the young dark haired woman he had spoken to before the tourney, extending a hand to help her to her feet.
"You fight like a tiger." he noted in a heavy Ghiscari accent, grinning from ear to ear.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2012 4:34:40 GMT -5
Lord Aeric, who had managed to exit the field under his own power sat near its edge, helmet removed, massaging his temple. His head, and much of the rest of his body would be sore the following morning, that was a certainty. Not that everything wasn't sore already...
Aeric considered his quick defeat at the hands of the Goldlander. He didn't think there was much else he could've done; the man had simply been better than he. He made a mental note to exercise caution when fighting Oakhearts in the future.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 22, 2012 9:20:21 GMT -5
Benjen looked around at the downed men, suddenly aware that he was the only man still standing. He pulled of his helm and smiled to the crowd, before giving a respectful bow to the other contestants in the melee.
When he saw Crowl he grinned. "Today way not your day, it seems, my bestial friend," He winked.
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Post by Lord Robert Dondarrion on Dec 22, 2012 9:26:22 GMT -5
Robert stands and shakes his head.
"I do think I have been reduced to one fight a month." He says with a chuckle.
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Post by Marlow on Dec 22, 2012 12:47:50 GMT -5
He groaned quietly as he sat up, rubbing his arms. Grunting, he kicked the ground. He'd have to train harder.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2012 13:16:39 GMT -5
Ser Vincent picked himself up out of the mud, wincing.
He saw Prince Benjen smiling and talking with Crowl and decided to call across, gesticulating.
"You only beat me 'cos your meat-head bummer boy there softened me up for ya. Pair of pricks,"
He took his helmet off, slung it to the floor and began to leave the field slowly, spitting and then angrily blowing snot out of each nostril in turn as he went.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 22, 2012 13:50:14 GMT -5
Lord Pyre glared over at the foul mouthed Goldlander who was taking his loss gracelessly. "Typical..." He muttered to himself.
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Dec 22, 2012 14:36:47 GMT -5
Crowl overhears the lion man talking to him and the prince, the man then mentions more than a few unkind words as regards to Crowl's character. "Who you calling meat-head bummer boy, you daisy copper pusher. I will end you."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 22, 2012 14:40:04 GMT -5
"Crowl, no need," Benjen said, putting a hand on Karyl's shoulder. "The man is beaten and angry, let him vent. His type usually ends up passed out in some tavern by themselves."
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Post by Karyl Crowl on Dec 22, 2012 14:46:37 GMT -5
Karyl nods, "I will be sure to find what ever tavern that is. Might end up being a good night after all." He says with a smile as he turns away from the Lannister.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Dec 22, 2012 15:32:40 GMT -5
"Karyl, no," Benjen said, a slight warning tone in his voice. "I don't want any strife between North and South, no matter how small."
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Post by Raven Umber on Dec 22, 2012 15:40:41 GMT -5
Raven smiles at Uhtred onthe ground near her. "We should do that again"., she smiled. "It was not bad. The young Prince did very well."
She takes Malix's hand, standing up from the ground, her smile now more warming. "Thank you, I have never seen a pitfighter before." Her cheeks slightly redden,"You too are a force to reckon with."
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