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Al eyed the girl opposite him from the mud pit. He had no clue who she was but... he was well aware she stood in his way at this point. He didn't even try to introduce himself. No stalling. He charged in, Nuru drawn - and cracked the solid staff across her face with all his might.

HP - 40/40
DMG - 9

Al staggered back at the heavy thump of trident against his fear. Fast to retaliate? He liked that.

Al swung Nuru up and brushed him along the side of the trident to rap the woman hard against the back of her hand in effort to disarm her, the swing continued upward aimed at-but missing her head.

HP - 37/40
DMG - 4

Maebe didn't necessarily mind sparring, once she'd gotten into things. It was getting her to care enough to start, that was the problem. But now that she was in the thick of it, she smiled up at the man whose name she didn't even know - and wasn't that a shame - and winced when he slammed his weapon down on her hands, trying to get her to drop Thaw. Her grip only tightened at the feel of it, and her smile faded just slightly - that whole shield thing was dampening their pain, just as much as their damage, wasn't it?

Pity.

She lifted Thaw up for another strike, when the sight over Al's shoulder focused and she saw Obadiah holding up five fingers. It froze her where she stood, all sorts of conspiracy theories suddenly buzzing around like flies in her head. Was this the next prank? Was this guy she was fighting involved? Was something terrible and embarrassing bound to happen? Was that why they were in a wet mud pit??

Her body backed up, skidding in the slimy substance that coated her feet. Don't fall, Maebe. Don't fall. Whatever you do, just don't fall into the mud.

That's just what he'd want.

HP: 27/40
Damage: robert

Lawr had showed up to spectate a few matches, mostly to observe the levels of barbarity people on this island could stoop to for no reason at all.



He didn't need tips on fighting, he didn't intend to fight anyone if he could avoid it, only stupid people had to fight, the smart never had to lift a finger in their life.



He shook his head, trying to dislodge the looming protective instinct of the creature and to focus instead on the battle at hand. Neither Al nor his opponent looked like fighters, just like lost teens forced into a ring like confused fighting dogs.

Al grabbed Nuru with both hands and held him horizontal. A defensive position more than offensive, before extending with both arms to push Maebe back with the length of the staff. His attention faltered however as hers did. Hey. Woa. Hi Lawr. He tried to wave very quickly at the familiar face before snapping his attention right back at the task at hand. His breathing was deep and zen, but he was already filthy and dripping with mud from the waist down.

HP - 37/40
DMG - 3

There were a lot of things Lawr didn't approve of, the decidedly unmilitary bent of the combatants, the fact they had weapons at all, the inexplicable choice of the mud pit and the fact that people had turned out to cheer on this debacle.

It was another one of those times when he wondered what bizarre fluke had led him to this place, and how much longer he could avoid combat himself.

When Al faltered to wave to him, he winced. "Be careful."

Butch had fallen quiet and attentive for a moment, and finally spoke up with more than his usual lucidty.

He ignored the ghost.

Al had no qualms against hitting a girl, that had already been made perfectly clear. But did he have issues hitting one that had fallen down?..

Be Careful... Always.

He swung Nuru at the fallen girl with a startlingly loud WACK. He knew she wouldn't feel all of it, but he still couldn't help the distant pangs of guilt. You have to fight. You have to be stronger. You need to be careful. They aren't any more helpless than you are.

HP - 37/40
DMG - 7