Thinking (Braythe, OPEN)

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Swish. Swish. Swish.

Corporeal Dallas Dwayne Delory Devereux was alone in the quiet Training Hall. The only sound was the quiet hum of his swishing twin scythe blades as he moved about the room.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

His long ears gently flapping about, Dally's large hind-paws made a light brushing sound upon the stone floor as he practiced and thought.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

Dally's private training time was his thinking time. Somehow, Dally thought better when he was fighting. When his blades were in paw and his body in motion, Dally's thoughts were clear. He could isolate a single thought and concentrate. Right now, Dally's thoughts were on the past.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

Many things have happened since Dally had the time to stop and think. There was the Varilde incident that was resolved and the new badger lord. Now that was a big change. Dallas wasn't sure he liked the new Badger. What was his name again? Oh yes, Braythe the Savage.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

Braythe did fit his title. He was a Savage, that was no doubt. He was slightly educated, but ignorant; very impulsive, and didn't seem to think things through. That and he had bloodwrath. Not that bloodwrath was uncommon for Badger Lords, Dally just felt that this made things all the bit more worse.

Swish. Swish. Swish.

Ducking and leaping about the torch lit room, Dally dodged in and out of the fighting dummies, mats, ropes, and other training tools. Dally had been with a training class, but when the group was dismissed for the night, Dallas stayed behind. Whether or not he was supposed to be there this late, he wasn't sure. Through the small windows of the room, the stars struggled to shine through the darkness of the cool autumn night, but that wasn't what Dally was concerned about. His main thought, was why did he really dislike Braythe?

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An odd thought entered Dally's mind as he spun and lept high into the air, kicking hard and landing lightly on his paws. Maybe he disliked Braythe because Braythe was too much like himself...

Swish. Swish. Swish.

Dally could be ignorant at times, he could be impulsive, and he had bloodwrath. That could be it...Dally didn't like Braythe because Braythe was like Dally could be if he didn't maintain control.

Swish. Swish. CLANG.

So caught up in his thoughts and in his fighting, Dally had not realized that someone else had entered the room, and that his steps had led him right to them and his blade had hit theirs with enough force to send a small vibration running through his entire arm...



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Swish. Swish. CLANG.

Ahh, now there was a sound he loved to hear.

Corporal Devereux's twin scythes may've been able to cleave a creature's breath in two, or slice a vermin foebeast into unrecognizable little bits, but it could not cut through the newly fashioned 'badger sized' great sword Braythe the Savage was carrying. Initially coming down here to test out his prototype by himself, the badger's deep bronze eyes had lit up with excitement upon seeing Dallas heading straight for him -- weapons swinging no less.

It was safe to say his lordship was always up for a sparring match.

"Dallas, wasn't it? How about it, buck, yew up fer a decent bit of fightin'? Or were ya just planin' on swingin' those big ol' pinwheels around until ya got tired?" Jested the badger, his bronze eyes gleaming with the light of a challenge. The great sword the badger carried was a handsome piece of work, even for a prototype. Though it lacked a few finishing pieces (like a guard that was more than a square piece of scrap metal he stuck on to it earlier), the blade itself was still a little warm from the forge fires, and thrummed through the air like the heartbeat of a hummingbird as Braythe pushed back on Dallas's scythes, giving his own blade a few experimental swings.

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Vibrations ran up Dallas's arm as the two blades clanged together. Leaping back as Braythe shoved his blade back, Dally shook his right arm. Ow. That bolly well hurt! Dally thought as he quickly snapped to attention, his blades at his sides. Just the beast he needed to run into! Not only was Dally caught practicing when he probably was supposed to be some place else, but he just clashed his blade with the new badger lord's. Oh yes, this was defiantly going to turn out well.

"Dallas, wasn't it? How about it, buck, yew up fer a decent bit of fightin'? Or were ya just planin' on swingin' those big ol' pinwheels around until ya got tired?"

Taking the informal speech as a command for 'at ease,' the Corporeal shifted his grip on his blades and relaxed his frame. Was Braythe asking him to spar? Was Braythe really asking for it? Dallas raised an eyebrow as he eyed Braythe's weapon. It was a recent creation, that was obvious. The guard was a simple piece of metal and when Dally hit the blade he felt the heat that radiated off.

Dallas smirked, bringing his blades up into the sparring position. Bouncing lightly on his hindpaws, Dally replied. "I believe its only right if you have the first move, sir." Dallas's navy eyes twinkled with a hidden mirth.

Oh this was going to be so much fun....


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Dallas smirked, bringing his blades up into the sparring position. Bouncing lightly on his hindpaws, Dally replied. "I believe its only right if you have the first move, sir." Dallas's navy eyes twinkled with a hidden mirth.

Braythe grinned so that it showed all of his teeth. ”Aye, but don't go cryin' to yer mother when I whoop your scut so hard yer Grand-dad'll feel it.” Eyes gleaming with a savage light, Braythe swung the hefty blade, the sword gliding through the air as though it meant to wrench their very breath in two. The Badger Lord's grin widened so much it looked as though it could wrap around his face twice, his ears twitching in delight as they caught the loud 'CLANG!' of Braythe's weapon clashing against Dallas's. It wasn't every day that a Long Patrol hare was up to sparring with him – in fact, save for the Brigadier and the General, very few hares dared to cross their blades with him. Considering their was a vast difference in strength and size between himself and the hares, this was usually a sensible choice. Dallas, however, seemed different.

Ha! Here he was crossing blades with a cheeky corporal who hasn't even reached the age of 20 winters yet, meanwhile Braythe knew of several Captains and Majors who would always make excuses whenever he asked them. The only other hare in the lower ranks that dared challenge him was Saxifrage the Color Sergeant. Let's see how this youngster fairs, eh? With a grunt, Braythe rested a paw against the flat of his blade and pushed against Dallas, launching the corporal several inches backward, putting some space between them. The blade, though unfinished, was still performing beautifully, and Braythe had clearly improved in his otherwise hack-and-slash way of fighting, his maneuvers and footwork vastly different from when he'd first arrived here.
Hah. All that training was finally starting to pay off.

”I got a question for yah, Corporal.” Interjected Braythe, the blade singing as he twirled it. ”What made yer choose those scythe-lookin' things? Takes a skilled beast ter wield two swords at once, let alone those.” To be honest, Braythe had never witnessed any creature successfully wield one – let alone two. He had come across a vermin warlord who used a scythe as his main weapon and as a tool for intimidation, but Braythe had cut him down with ease. Then again, the scythe had been used more as a polearm, like a farmer's scythe, while this corporal used his more like oddly shaped knives. He hadn't seen anything like it, and being a great admirer of all weapons, Braythe the Savage was thoroughly intrigued.

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Braythe grinned so that it showed all of his teeth. ”Aye, but don't go cryin' to yer mother when I whoop your scut so hard yer Grand-dad'll feel it.”

Corporeal Devereux's navy eyes narrowed as Braythe grinned even wider. Braythe was totally oblivious that what he just said was not the proper thing to say to Dallas. Cryin' to mah mother!?!?!?! O' I'll bally show ye cryin' to mah mother wot!!!! Dallas thought to himself, bitting his tongue. This badger was going to wipe that smug grin off his face when Dally was going to be through with him...

Watching carefully, Dallas braced himself as Braythe swung the gigantic sword. Bringing his scythe blades up in their backhanded position, the three blades collided with a loud CLANG.

Dallas knew that he was far outmatched in strength against Braythe. That was obvious as their blades locked together, and Dally was loosing ground fast. But Dallas also knew the advantage he had against Braythe. Speed.

”I got a question for yah, Corporal.” Interjected Braythe, the blade singing as he twirled it. ”What made yer choose those scythe-lookin' things? Takes a skilled beast ter wield two swords at once, let alone those.”

So as Braythe pushed upon the blades, sending Dallas a few feet backward, in order to put some space between the two fighters so his longer blade would work properly, Dallas zipped back in, ducking under the swinging blade and swiping lightly at Braythe's wrists, and ducking away again.

"Simple answer sir." Dallas replied. Swaying lightly, matching Braythe's long strokes. "I'm a skilled beast." He replied with a smirk. His scythe blades were the only blades that Dallas used. Sure he had trained with other blades before and knew how to use them, but the scythe blades were his weapons. He was the only one who could master their close combat style fighting on the mountain that he knew of. The blades fit his paws and no beast else.


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"Simple answer sir." Dallas replied. Swaying lightly, matching Braythe's long strokes. "I'm a skilled beast." He replied with a smirk.

And a cheeky one too, the little pest. In spite of finding Dallas's responses to be a bit annoying, Braythe was enjoying himself -- that grin ever widening as he watched the hare dance forward, swipe at his wrists and then dance away. Ha, if he'd try something like that, Dalla's paws would cease to be attached to his body.
"What'samatter, buck, you ain't up for a little conversation?" Replied Braythe, bringing the flat of his blade down so hard against Dallas's scythe weapons that even his paws tingled a little from the impact. "C'mon now, spill it. What made you pick scythes? Just like 'em cuz they remind most beasts of death, or did some kinbeast of yores carry 'em?"

Braythe began advancing on Dallas then, the badger moving his sword faster than any beast thought he was capable of. "If it makes yeh feel better, I'll tell yeh why I chose some of my weapons. If yer interested, anyways. I won't waste my breath on somebeast who won't listen." Braythe didn't mind talking about his choice of weapons at all -- in fact, he was prone to a bit of gloating almost, that was how fond he was of them. And that lightning bolt he was working on...wow. That was going to be a thing of beauty!

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"What'samatter, buck, you ain't up for a little conversation?" Replied Braythe, bringing the flat of his blade down so hard against Dallas's scythe weapons that even his paws tingled a little from the impact. "C'mon now, spill it. What made you pick scythes? Just like 'em cuz they remind most beasts of death, or did some kinbeast of yores carry 'em?"

Dallas gritted his teeth as he parried the harsh blow from Braythe. The vibrations were jarring his wrists and sending minor shocks of pain down his arms. Braythe was putting more force in his blows. Grunting quietly, Dally continued to keep light on his footpaw, parrying each blow. He needed to be faster, and not let Braythe get a head of him, even when Braythe was getting faster.

Braythe began advancing on Dallas then, the badger moving his sword faster than any beast thought he was capable of. "If it makes yeh feel better, I'll tell yeh why I chose some of my weapons. If yer interested, anyways. I won't waste my breath on somebeast who won't listen."

"You may speak sir and I'll listen." Dally replied, ducking and dodging the quick sweeps of Braythe's blade. But that doesn't mean I'll care.....Humm...He's been training ...Dally thought as he continued. "Don't normally talk much, wot." He replied, slipping into barrack-room lingo as he ducked a rather quick sweep. "Words shorten your breath. Less breath, worse you are at fighting."

Ducking, Dally tucked and rolled under Braythe's blade, this time swiping a bit harder then before (but not too hard, that would really get him in trouble!) at Braythe's ankles and rolling off before popping up again just out of range. "Chose these blades because they felt right sir. Deadly, different, efficient. Various reasons really..."


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"You may speak sir and I'll listen."

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"Words shorten your breath. Less breath, worse you are at fighting."

"Aye," replied the savage, watching Dallas's movements with calculating bronze eyes. "But when ye've got lungs bigger'n'yore head, Devereux, ye can afford to do a bit of chatting."

Watching the young Corporal take a hard swipe at his ankles, the badger lord let out a tremendous growl -- a warning note to anybeast not to get too close. Braythe, despite having to defend from Dallas's quick, close attacks, was listening to the younger hare's words, nodding his head in agreement over Dally's explanation of the scythe blades.

"Chose these blades because they felt right sir. Deadly, different, efficient. Various reasons really..."

"Good a reason as any, Devereux -- but I'm warnin' ya, swipe at my ankles again, and I'll kick yer scut through that window." Braythe obviously meant the one just behind him, and advanced again, this time using his massive blade to keep Dallas occupied -- bringing his own feet down extremely close to the young hare's, forcing him to hop or leap out of the way least he be stepped on. Then, to make sure Devereux couldn't duck down and start that extremely annoying wrist and ankle swipe again (the last time he'd felt those scythes graze his fur, and he didn't like it), Braythe put some space between them, backing up with the blade held vertically in front of the center of his body -- ready to defend or attack with the flick of his giant wrist.

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"Aye," replied the savage, watching Dallas's movements with calculating bronze eyes. "But when ye've got lungs bigger'n'yore head, Devereux, ye can afford to do a bit of chatting."

Dallas, ignoring Braythe's last comment smirked when he swiped at Braythe's ankles and got a very loud and vicious growl. That's better wot! He thought to himself as he bobbed and weaved out of range of Braythe's blade. Let's see what this bolly Badger Lord will do, wot!

"Good a reason as any, Devereux -- but I'm warnin' ya, swipe at my ankles again, and I'll kick yer scut through that window."

No longer being able to contain himself, Dally smiled. "Sorry sir, I'll remember that for next time." Dallas was overly enjoying himself. Sparring with your superior? Ha! He'd never get to do this if anybeast else knew! And Braythe was finally starting to make his move!

Braythe was using his footpaws to limit Dally's space, forcing him to jump out of the way and duck, barely missing getting his ears nicked by the large blade. The blade came so close to Dally's ears that he was sure he lost a bit of fur up there, but as long as there was no blood, Dally didn't care. This was too much fun!

The Corporeal watched as Braythe backed up, widening the gap between the two of them. Still smiling, Dallas flipped his scythe blades in his paws so that instead of fighting back handed, the curve of the blades stuck out away from his paws. Using quick swiping motions, Dally viciously attacked the point of Braythe's long blade, forcing the badger to keep his motions to quick flicks of the wrist, and not allowing him to take large sweeping blows.

"If you don't mind me sayin' sir, you ain't half bad wot!" he replied with a wink.

((Ooc: Your doing fine. We are sparring, so not getting hit too often is accepted. We aren't trying to kill eachother...I MEAN THAT DALLY...*Dallas snaps fingers in comical sadness*))



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"If you don't mind me sayin' sir, you ain't half bad wot!" he replied with a wink.

Cheeky little blighter! Braythe growled, his lips pulling back to reveal his teeth in a slight leer. "Ain't half bad, ye say?" The Badger Lord chuckled, watching Dallas's scythes dance against his broadsword, "Then let's see if I can make this a bit more challengin', aye?" Suddenly, the Badger Lord brought his sword back just as Dallas moved in for the attack, bringing his right leg up and nailing the corporal in the stomach. Though a move like that, if Braythe had put even half of his power into it, would've made the poor creature's stomach touch his spine (and quite possibly cause some internal damage if he'd really meant to cause harm). It was, however, as Braythe called it 'just a tap' of the footpaw, but more than enough to knock the cheeky Corporal backwards.

Not stopping to think, Braythe's blood was up, and he charged forward making a sweeping motion with that monstrous sword of his, ready to let loose some of that power he'd been holding back. Oh it felt good to be fighting! Though it was hardly honorable or decent of each other to draw blood, Braythe was almost wishing that Dallas was of the vermin kind. Then he could paint the training hall red for all anyone would care!

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Braythe growled, his lips pulling back to reveal his teeth in a slight leer. "Ain't half bad, ye say?" The Badger Lord chuckled, watching Dallas's scythes dance against his broadsword, "Then let's see if I can make this a bit more challengin', aye?"

Dallas wasn't expecting what Braythe was about to do next. When Braythe pulled back his blade, Dally rushed in to close the gap when a large footpaw slammed into his chest.

Pain shot through Dally's chest as he was shoved violently backward. Dallas's brain screamed FOUL PLAY as he bent double for a short moment. Most likely Dallas just bruised his stomach and bit his inner lip from the blow. His ribs didn't feel broken, but as blood rushed into Dally's mouth, his smile slowly came back to Dally's face.

Now. Now Braythe was fighting like Dallas expected.

And Dallas was enjoying it.

Bitting back the pain, Dallas ducked just in time to miss being decapitated by Braythe's swinging blow. Blood pumping in Dally's ears, Dally spit blood on the ground, with a wicked grin. "Nice shot sir, but a bit foul I must say wot."

Dally lept forward, charging at Braythe, blades swinging like he's going in for a barrage of attacks, but instead he suddenly tucked his blades inward, lept up and just as Braythe's blade came by, kick-boarded off of the blade. Flipping in the air, Dally's came down with a large amount of force and a large footpaw directly to Braythe's face. If the Badger Lord got to play dirty, why couldn't he?...

With the momentum gained off of Braythe's face, Dally continued to spin through the air and landed behind Braythe on all fours. Ignoring the increasing pain in his abdomen and the shock that his landing sent through his paws, Dally lept back up, again bouncing on his footpaws. "Yer move sir" Dallas said with a vicious grin.

Oh, he was having soooo much fun...


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"Nice shot sir, but a bit fowl I must say wot."

Braythe grinned from ear to ear. "Nah, tis only foul if somebeast dies -- all is fair in Blood'n'War, right?"
Wait, wasn't it love and war? Oh who cares, blood and war sounded much better! While he was mulling this over, the cheeky youngster had darted forward as if in preparation for another barrage from the Corporal's scythes -- before Dallas was up in the air and momentarily out of Braythe's line of sight. What the hell-- Where did that hare go? Looking up a bit too late, the Badger Lord saw stars as Dallas's foot smashed down onto his face, a roar of pain ripping out of Braythe's chest as he nursed a split lip, rage in his eyes.
THAT'S FOUL PLAY I--

Not about to go back on his word, Braythe spat a mouthful of blood onto the floor nearby.

"Yer move sir" Dallas said with a vicious grin.

"I'm gonna wear your ears for boot-laces, Buck!" Snapped the mountain ruler -- but despite how angry he sounded, he wore that ever widening grin, as though the sheding of blood -- both his own and his oponents had officially cristened this as a real fight. In real fights, however, somebeast usually died -- making sure not to actually kill Dallas would probably be a good idea...
Still, that didn't mean he wasn't allowd to bring down a proverbial hailstorm of pain (and yes, foul play) upon his opponent.
He wouldn't kill him.
Just...maim him a little! That was totally acceptable, right?

Braythe charged forward, his eyes level with the hare's as he raised his sword in preparation to swing -- before running right past Dallas! The Badger Lord leered, having just overshot his target. Rotating his blade so that the flat side was clearly visible, Braythe swung it like a golf club right at the Corporal's fluffy tail.

Fore!

Watching the hare go flying, Braythe stuck the point of the blade into ground and leaned his weight upon it, enormous arms folded over the pommel. "Yer good, Dallas, I'll give ye that -- Who taught you 'ow to fight? Yer father? An uncle? The academy? Unless of you were born a skilled beast?" The mountain ruler, clearly remembering Dallas's words earlier, grinned with his own fair amount of cheekiness. This hare was a piece of work, alright!
Funny...
To any other beast who put their foot in his face, he'd have torn off their legs and beaten them with it. To any other beast that would make him bleed, he'd have buried them six feet under by now. And yet, to see this skilled but cocky corporal do all of these things with nothing more than the intention of a good, challenging fight... Braythe wasn't too terribly upset. Sure his pride was wounded and ready to snap at anything that came near it, but Braythe could respect a creature like Dallas -- somebeast who was brave enough to do all those things was surely someone he'd want on his side!

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"I'm gonna wear your ears for boot-laces, Buck!"

Dallas laughed as Braythe roared in anger but still had a vicious smile upon his face. "Sorry sir!" He replied, spitting more blood upon the ground. "I need them ta hear the Sargent yellin' the commands in tomorrow's drill wot!"

As Braythe charged forward, Dally waited in anticipation as the Badger locked eyes with him, but when Dally brought his blades up to par the blow, the Badger was not there...

He was behind Dally...

REALLY! Dally thought as a sudden pain shot through his tail. Gasping in pain, Dallas, instead of flying forward like the blow intended, lept upward. OH AND KICKING IN THE BOLLY FACE WAS UNFAIR??? Dally thought as he came back down, barely catching himself on his footpaws.

If Dallas's blood hadn't been up before it sure was now....

"Yer good, Dallas, I'll give ye that -- Who taught you 'ow to fight? Yer father? An uncle? The academy? Unless of you were born a skilled beast?"

Quickly regaining his balance, Dallas, spun around, seeing Braythe relaxed, leaning upon his blade. Smirking, Dally spat out more blood and relaxed his frame like Braythe, was, but his blades were still at the ready swinging gently at his sides.

"All of the above actually, save the uncle. Never bolly had one of those sir." He chuckled, blood pooling in his mouth. "You all out sir, or you worried dat somebeast will find the blood and get us both in trouble."


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"All of the above actually, save the uncle. Never bolly had one of those sir." He chuckled, blood pooling in his mouth. "You all out sir, or you worried dat somebeast will find the blood and get us both in trouble."

"L-Lord Braythe?! C-C-Corporal Dallas?! What are you two doing?"

The Badger Lord looked over at the frazzled, shocked hare standing in the doorway, holding a stack of papers with her newsboy cap pulled down over her ears. He tried to grin it off, but his teeth had been stained a startling pink from the blood in his mouth, and Lyrielle's eyes widened. "You're bleeding? What--"

"Just a bit o'sparin', Nightfur. No reason ter get your fur in a twist." Braythe gave his sword anouther meaningful twirl as though to advance, but Lyrielle, ears twitching with alarm, suddenly moved to stand in between Corporal Devereux and the Badger Lord. "I don't think you two should be drawing blood -- you're on the same side, for Brocktree's sake!"

Braythe didn't look too pleased about the coal-black hare calling a halt to their fight, and it showed it by growling low in his throat -- as though he could frighten her into scampering back out the door she came in.

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Dallas chuckled a bit to himself as the blood pumping through his ears started to flush into eyes. Oh this would be a wonderful time to just let go and let the bloodwrath flow! Braythe was starting to feel it too! Why couldn't Dally?

No.

Shaking his head, Dally shoved that feeling down. No. Now was NOT the time for that! Keep it to a dull roar, Dally thought to himself as he spat out a bit more blood. You would be in deep trouble if any body found you like...

"L-Lord Braythe?! C-C-Corporal Dallas?! What are you two doing?"

Frankly a bit startled, but unwilling to admit to it, Dally spun around quickly, his blades up at the ready, blood pumping in his ears, and eyes a touch pink. But when Dally saw who it was, he rolled his eyes. Great, the Librarian. Not only was he going to get told on, but this event was going to be recorded in the Salamandastron records. He could see it now. CORPORAL FIGHTS BADGER LORD! BLOODY BATTLE ENSUES!

"You're bleeding? What--"

"Just a bit o'sparin', Nightfur. No reason ter get your fur in a twist."

Upon hearing Braythe's blade spin through the air, Dally turned his back upon the dark furred haremaid. Bah! What did it matter if she told. Dally was enjoying himself! And this was probably a once in a life time chance! What other time would he be able to fight the Badger Lord??

However, Dally wasn't able do much beside bring up his blades as Corporal Nightfur rushed in front of him.

"I don't think you two should be drawing blood -- you're on the same side, for Brocktree's sake!"

Braythe began to growl as Dally tongued the cut in his mouth. Wow..that was deeper then he thought...He would probably have to get that looked at. Dally spat out a bit more blood. "You should bolly move Corporal. We ain't drawin' blood, just sparrin'. We wouldn't kill each other. Maim, maybe, but we ain't killin' each other. So you might want to be movin' Corp. No need for you ta be gettin hurt wot..."


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"You should bolly move Corporal. We ain't drawin' blood, just sparrin'. We wouldn't kill each other. Maim, maybe, but we ain't killin' each other. So you might want to be movin' Corp. No need for you ta be gettin hurt wot..."

"Ain't drawing blood he says. Right after he spat out a mouthful onto the ground." The dark haremaid gave him a meaningful look, as though to say 'seriously, this is pointless, please stop!' Her concern for him probably utterly lost on the good-looking buck. Gah. That was the problem with feeling overly fond of some creatures... Situations like this tended to wreck her emotional stability. Normally Lyrielle was content with just passing by him in the hall or smiling a bit when she saw him (she was never actually brave enough to talk to him), but to see him and the Badger Lord square off had triggered the idea that Dallas could be seriously hurt fighting with a huge creature that didn't look like he had a ton of self control...
Why couldn't he see that she was trying to stop the medical team from carrying him out of here in pieces?

"You're both spitting blood and you two look a little off your rockers, Corporal, your Lordship -- what if you guys get a bit carried away?"

Lyrielle, though she felt the ground tremble as Braythe approached, the haremaid lost in the darkness of his shadow as he loomed overhead, wasn't quite ready to move just yet. "I...I don't think you should be doing this...maybe with someone else here, like the Brigadier or the General even...um..." Lyrielle's ears flattened against her skull, the pretty doe glancing from Corporal Dallas to Lord Braythe.

Braythe didn't seem all that enthusiastic about the idea of stopping, so he eyed her once, spoke and then gave her a bit of a push out of the way; "yeah yeah, yew said yer bit! Outta the way, Nightfur!"
What was a 'bit of a push' was more than enough to send the poor petite Corporal sliding across the floor like a ragdoll, her face wreathed in shock. Oh that...that...that...BADGER! How could he just do that to her?! Didn't she deserve even a little respect?
"Hey! I could've just moved you kn--"

Her words were drowned out as Braythe's blade cracked the floor, the nimble Corporal having avoided a swift chop that probably would've turned him into twins were it not for his fast reflexes. Heavens Above, this was EXACTLY what she meant by 'carried away'!!!

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"Ain't drawing blood he says. Right after he spat out a mouthful onto the ground."

Dallas smirked slightly, as blood dripped down his lip. Corporal Nightfur was a rather witty hare. If Dally had not been fighting fro control with his bloodwrath, he might of had an equally witty comeback. But despite the haremaid's pleading look, Dallas' mind was lost to the fight. Sure they were only sparring, but this was getting intense and Dally was not about to let himself get distracted now!

"You're both spitting blood and you two look a little off your rockers, Corporal, your Lordship -- what if you guys get a bit carried away? [...] "I...I don't think you should be doing this...maybe with someone else here, like the Brigadier or the General even...um..."

"yeah yeah, yew said yer bit! Outta the way, Nightfur!"

Ears twitching, Dally readied himself as Braythe shoved Corporal Nightfur out of the way. She was out of the way and safer over there anyways. If she had stayed in the way, Dally's better half may have taken over. But, that wasn't the case and Braythe was advancing quickly.

"Hey! I could've just moved you kn--"

With a hopping spin, Dally barely dodged Braythe's large crushing slice. The blow was so hard that it hit the floor and caused a small crack in the rock. Laughing, his eyes flushing more and more pink. "Careful sirah. You'll break yer mountain wot!" Dally then charged Braythe with a flurry of short sweeping attacks, his blades spinning in small arcs.


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[.:Fawn:.]

"Careful sirah. You'll break yer mountain wot!" Dally then charged Braythe with a flurry of short sweeping attacks, his blades spinning in small arcs.

The Badger Lord leered, careful not to get nicked by Dallas's rapid sweeping scythes, the glint and gleam from steel meeting steel was enough to light up Braythe's eyes, as though a forgefire had been lit somewhere within him. "Oh she can stand a few cracks! Not so sure 'bout you though!"
Roaring, Braythe began to press down on Dallas, using much harder strokes and sweeps than before -- so hard, that it made his own blade reverberate, the 'claaaannnnggg!' sound a bit unnerving to the ears. Lyrielle's own folded back with displeasure, her nostrils flaring. Oh those big stupid silly -- easy girl, calm down! They know what they're doing! Oh bollocks, no they don't! That last thought came out rather panicked as she watched Braythe nearly crack the floor again. That's it, she was calling a halt to this match. Without her claymore currently, Lyrielle Nightfur pulled a standard practice claymore from off the nearby racks, giving it a good twirl to make sure it was a good fit before charging forward.
"Knock it off you two! You're going to get yourselves kil..."

In a mad rush to get in between them -- or at least get her claymore in to stop them from fighting, her raised sword had sliced some of the Badger Lord's massive forearm, the bright red blood dropping onto the stone floor of the Training Hall. Lyrielle's face paled completely beneath her fur, arms shaking as Lord Braythe looked at her.
He didn't recognize her.

The blood-lust clouded over his eyes and the enormous sword raised again, Braythe's entire body shifting towards the tiny little haremaid who had, purely by accident, cut him on the arm. He would be returning the favor tenfold -- until she was nothing but unrecognizable chunks of black fur and newsboy hat. Lyrielle's eyes widened in shock as Braythe's tremendous, terrible roar shook her entire body, her heart in her chest threatening to fail at the sight of him looming over her.

[Mista P]

"Oh she can stand a few cracks! Not so sure 'bout you though!"

Dally smirked as their blades clashed against each other. "Ah'm tougher then ye first think sir, wot!" Gritting his teeth as Braythe roared and started to push harder, Dallas flipped his blades back around to their back-handed position. In the back handed position, Dally could parry Braythe's blows easier instead of trying to keep all of the force in his body.

Blood pumping through his ears, Dally was oblivious to the fact that Corporal Lyrielle Nightfur was still in their presence. Dallas was completely absorbed in the fight. On the edge of bloodwrath, Dallas felt the blood from his mouth dribble down his lips. Dally hadn't left so alive in weeks!!! Fighting just for the sake of fighting? Thrilling! Fighting a creature that had been annoying him? Even better!

"Knock it off you two! You're going to get yourselves kil..."

The Corporal's voice broke Dallas's concentration. Wait...There was another hare here! Dally didn't realize what had happened until Braythe turned toward Corporal Nightfur, blood dripping down his arm. The Corporal had attacked Braythe? No, that didn't make sense. Whatever she had been doing, right now she was cowering beneath a red-eyed roaring badger.

He was going to kill her....

Blood still pumping into his mouth, Dallas' eyes narrowed. Okay, the fight was fun and the rush of adrenaline was amazing. The borderline bloodwrath was going to have it's downfall later, but this! Oh no! This stopped now!

Dallas's eyes flushed a deeper pink as he shoved his blades into his belts. With a short run and a quick jump, Dallas lept on to Braythe's large back and locked his thin, but well muscled arms around Braythe's thick neck and tightened; the classic sleeper hold. If Dally could just get Braythe to pass out. Maybe, just maybe Corporal Nightfur would have a the time to run before the blood starting running with furvor...

((Ooc: Not happy with it, but it's a post. Hope it's okay!))


_{Posted while still a member of this site.}

[Cross]

The little mouse Victiore Fawn was feeling quite drained today. After a thorough verbal lashing from Dr. Black, seven failed attempts to make a cast for a ferret's foot, and hours of helping the two recovering otters with no help from Roseleaf, who was busy with some recruits, Vicky could honestly say she was quite tired. Not to mention she felt quite a headache coming on, and she may have caught that stomach bug going around some of the younger hares. She did feel a tad queasy. But that may be because she'd skipped breakfast, and only eaten a light lunch. She was so busy!

Yet she was determined to practice with her dirk this evening. She wanted to make it a habit, since she probably wouldn't hear the end of it if she set the blade on a shelf and forgot about it for a month. The tattooed mouse sighed, making her way down to the Training Hall. At least she'd been able to get her uniform tailored a little. Now the sleeves ended just past her elbow, instead of three inches past the tips of her fingers.

The sound of clanging blades and crashing rock interrupted her thoughts. Looking up, she saw a dark-furred hare dart into the Training Hall up ahead. Who was that? And what was going on? Hurrying to the door of the Hall, Vicky gasped at what she saw. Lord Braythe was fighting a young corporal, and the dark-furred hare from the hallway was trying to end the fight. But it wasn't working.

When the corporal jumped onto Braythe's back, Vicky realized what was happening. The badger was going to hurt the dark hare, and the corporal was trying to buy some time. Not stopping to think, the mouse hurried into the Training Hall, stopping in the low bleachers surrounding the main sparring rings. She called out, "H-hey! Come this way!" to the dark hare, who stood petrified before the enraged badger.

((I do hope y'all don't mind.))