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Post by kssanthony101 on Aug 20, 2018 20:25:29 GMT -8
Issac simply dodged Roard's punch by norrowingly moving his head away just in time. He chuckled a bit.
"Missed me!" He mocked.
He then proceeds to slide over his legs and got behind him. He then attempted to jab Roard right in the back of his head.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 20, 2018 20:35:12 GMT -8
The attack was fraught with much difficulty, as Roard's shifting made Isaac whiff past his head, of which Roard took the opportunity to turn, cough, and swing another primal right hook at his jaw.
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Post by kssanthony101 on Aug 20, 2018 20:49:32 GMT -8
Issac got bashed by the impact on his jaw, he stumbled backwards and then quickly gotten back into a stance. He charged once more, going for a hardened kick to Roard's left leg in hopes of knocking him down and delivering continuous blows afterwards.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 20, 2018 20:53:22 GMT -8
Roard took the shot, shooting pain singing up his entire body. He growled, falling hard onto the peat, putting up his padded hands. "I concede!"
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Post by kssanthony101 on Aug 20, 2018 20:58:47 GMT -8
Issac now towered his fallen opposition. He chuckled, wanting the fight to drag on more but he had enough action for today.
"Jeez, quitting already? Alright, come on then."
He lend out his covered hand to help Roard get back up on his feet. His other hand fixing his jaw in place with a few cracks.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 20, 2018 21:03:16 GMT -8
He grasped the man's hand, pulling himself up with the aid of Isaac. He chuckled, reaching and slipping his mask on again. "You best me in health and in fighting. I'm impressed."
He smiled, walking over to the box, throwing the gloves inside. "You are a strong man, Isaac. Your father would be proud to have a fighter like you back at home. Though, I appreciate your presence here just as much. I am humbled."
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Post by kssanthony101 on Aug 20, 2018 21:09:44 GMT -8
Issac began to remove the wrappings on his arms and legs with care and slowly.
"Thanks, I gotten plenty training from both combat school and a..."outside source" during my journey.
He silently snickered upon mentioning a outside source of his training. He was hiding something in the shallow of a conversation but he seemed to not care about keeping little secrets so deep in his mind.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 20, 2018 21:12:36 GMT -8
Roard chuckled once more, strapping on his breastplate. "I see. Give your former trainers my seal of approval." He smirked, limping towards his shin guards. "Ah, my knee is gonna take some time to return to me."
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Post by kssanthony101 on Aug 20, 2018 21:17:06 GMT -8
Issac finished up on removing his wrapping and set them aside, he put on his other clothing and then his leather chestplate. He slipped on his boots and trousers before brushing himself off of any dust or dirt on him.
"Damn, did I really hit you that badly? In my opinion, you took that kick like a champ!"
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Post by Kidney on Aug 20, 2018 21:23:51 GMT -8
Roard waved yet another dismissive hand towards Isaac, "I'll tell you now, us lepers are not as strong as you assume. Our bones have sores."
He smiled under the mask once again, and shrugged, "We do not come back together as easy as we fall apart." he said, melancholic this time, darker than before. "I suggest not hitting me in the knees. My size is as much a burden as it is a strength."
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Post by kssanthony101 on Aug 20, 2018 21:34:04 GMT -8
Issac nodded, keeping in the mind next time he spars with Roard. He put on his leather pads on his knees and fasten his straps for his chestplate. He grabbed his satchel and Slinger it over his shoulder. Despite the many stones that fill most of the bag, Issac doesn't struggle to carry it.
"I see. I'll keep that noted."
Issac paused for a brief moment, packing up the last of his gear. He then asked "You know someplace where can we meet other folks? Only people I've meet is you and some big guy named Vilion!"
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Post by Kidney on Aug 20, 2018 21:38:49 GMT -8
Roard thought on the question while strapping the rest of his armor on, "Well, the only places I happen to know are the Tavern and The Streets. Interaction with the other scoundrels here is a dice's toss on whether it is sweet or sour."
He shrugged, "The Tavern is our best bet."
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Post by kssanthony101 on Aug 20, 2018 21:44:31 GMT -8
Issac remembered the drinking contest that happened earlier ago between himself and Roard. He thought of a joke for the hell of it.
"Well do me a favor when we get to the Tavern. Keep your eyes off the wine alright? I don't want to eat the floor again after being drunk on wine for goodness sake!" He joked.
He finished up getting his gear back and such then headed towards the Tavern for his secondary visit. His little sack of gold, now crying for mercy in silence.
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Post by Kidney on Aug 20, 2018 21:46:12 GMT -8
Roard followed quietly, nodding to himself, a bit deflated. "I understand."
He remained stalwart, determined to not drink wine.
(Roard heads to the Tavern!0
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Post by rumsztyk on Sept 9, 2018 4:10:04 GMT -8
"I have water, of the fire variety." George teased him, collecting documents scattered on the floor and putting them together in a semi-orderly fashion. "Go the the damn well if you're so thirsty, jeez. I'm not your serving wench."
Soon enough he was pouring himself another helping, the event with Courcy having cleared his mind somewhat. "Ah, fuck it. No more work today. Not like I'd be able to." He downed the drink in one go.
He instead opened the window in his office wide, to let some air in. Then, he moved over to Duval and slung his one arm over his shoulders. "Come on, soldier. Let's get you some water."
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