★ { tourney 2k18 } ROUND ONE - Leifite

[Skye Starrfyre]

Tourmaline knew from her own single round spent in the Tournament the year prior that there was only so much that one could do with the sort of weapons granted to a Lieutenant. There was only so much one could skirt around without things devolving into petty bickering and dirty tactics.

For what it was worth, she was tremendously proud of Lieutenant Nitratine for lasting as long as he had without resorting to any of those things. He'd been thrown into a less than ideal situation without the rock that generally stood between him and harm and he was rising to the occasion beautifully. She would consider actually giving him the opportunity to yell at her without shutting him down immediately for his efforts.

She wouldn't give him the opportunity to do so while he was still reeling, however. She might tolerate a small amount of disrespect privately, but if he started on her publicly she would be forced to retaliate...

Tourmaline turned to the black and blue Lieutenant that had appeared by her side at some point during the match; lurking silently while watching patiently. "Be a dear and keep him from killing anyone?"  

[kuropeco]

There were medical aid stations set up around the fighting ring, along with bottles of water and snacks to keep up stamina and nutrition. Aurostibite stepped over, waving a red flag.

"Round one, complete," he said. "Congratulations, both of you."

Grymoire

a-disgruntled-dragon

 

[Skye Starrfyre]

Spectator

Halston O'Hea, currently Lieutenant Cornetite of the Negaverse, had arrived late to watch Courtland McQueen, currently Lieutenant Nitratine of the Negaverse, start his battle against... Cinderella? From the look of things? Who else brought a scrub brush to a spar?

He knew that Nitratine would be less than pleased and that there was a very good chance that his friend wouldn't want any spectators at all. If things were left to the raven haired lieutenant the battle would be over quickly, his opponent swiftly dealt with and discarded. Things weren't up to him, though. Things were up to Fate and she was a bit of a b***h and a cruel mistress.

Not entirely unlike General Tourmaline.

When the 'fight' started to look more like something one might witness backstage on amateur night at the bar Shea and Court performed at he started to become anxious. His lips pressed together to form a thin line, arms crossed over his chest and stare intense. He didn't like this even if he knew Nitra could take care of himself. He....

"********..."

Lieutenant Cornetite cringed as he saw the young woman go for his friend's face. First mistake, potentially a fatal one, and then it just kept getting worse until it was clear that Nitratine wasn't going to win and...

Before the words could even leave Tourmaline's mouth he was on his feet, heading to the edge of the arena. He had intended to leap the wall to pull his friend away from the girl, but Nitratine had already managed to get away before Cinderella could do more than yank at his hair. The damage was already done, though-- to his friend's pride just as much as anything else.

Cornetite hopped the wall just the same, dropping down before trotting over to catch up to his friend. He held a hand out to Nitratine, expecting the other man to take it. If he didn't he'd just grab him to stop him. "Let me get a look at you."

Grymoire

 

[Skye Starrfyre]

"Why bother getting the creature to eat her when you can just wait until you've got one of your own? Better that way." He nodded, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair back behind Nitratine's ear. Without thinking himself he let his fingertips trace along the line of his friend's jaw. His fingers came to rest just beneath Nitratine's chin, tilting his head up just enough that he could get a look at the scratch marks.

"The lines are pretty faint. They're already starting to fade away. Couple of hours and a bit of energy and you won't notice them at all." He brushed his thumb lightly along the corner of the other Lieutenant's mouth before dropping his hand down. It was easier then to drape an arm over his friend's shoulder as any guy would a good pal.

"Pretty sure Pinky was thinking it'd be a good way to gain a bit of combat training against our own side, as opposed to randomly running into twerps in short skirts out on the streets." He couldn't honestly say what else she might have been thinking. Truth be told, there had to be enough rattled around in that head of hers that he didn't want to know.

"C'mon. Let's get you over to the med tent... Then we'll catch up with Mab. Didn't get to see his fight, but I think that lucky b***h actually won."

Grymoire

[Fin]