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 Posted: Mon Jun 11, 2012 7:27 pm
Evenings in the Weyr were never quiet, with people coming and going in the lower caverns and the noise from the ever busy kitchens floating out into the rooms. This evening, however, was especially rowdy. Several members of the outgrown candidates had started drinking in the late afternoon and their table was littered with empty wine skins and cups. As the afternoon turned into evening, the group became increasingly boisterous and loud. Most of the other weyrfolk kept away from them as they ate their own meals, they didn’t want to get involved if the group started causing any trouble. Some of the candidates however, did not stay clear.
A group of candidates had settled at a table near the drunken group, something that they eventually noticed.
“Oh hey lookie here!” One slurred, staggering to his feet and over to one of the –female– candidates, “some new blood. Wonder how many of them will survive the next hatching.” He leered at the girl as the others laughed and guffawed drunkenly. Two more, a female and another male, joined the first drunkard at the table.
“I dun reckon any dragon would want this lot.” The woman sneered, leaning heavily against one of the candidates, her wine soaked breath making the candidate gag slightly.
The second male gave another candidate a shove, “Yeah this lot are pathetic, they’ll just be torn ta pieces.” He shoved the candidate again, nearly falling over himself. The others also made their way over to the table and joined in the insulting and shoving; and things naturally descended from there.
Time for a modified bar fight! Care to defend the sullied honor of the candidate maidens? Want to teach them a lesson they'll never forget? Or would you rather just work out your aggressions on whomever happens to land on the other side of your fist?
Now's your chance! Pick a target, and swing your punch/kick. You'll need to roll a six-sided die as well - if it's a 1 or 2, congratulations it hit home! If it's a 3 or 4, sorry to say, it's been blocked. And if it's a 5-6, you've both missed and been hit back.
Have fun, and try not to get too many bruises.
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HeartsBeatingLikeThunder rolled 1 6-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-6)
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Posted: Tue Jun 12, 2012 1:52 pm
She'd only come down to grab something warm to eat, but nope, it just wasn't in the cards for her today. Upon exiting the kitchens, the young woman noticed a group of drunks beginning to hassle the candidates. It wasn't unusual, if she didn't know better, a few of them had actually been candidates at one point in time. And if they were that drunk it meant that they'd most likely aged out. Snorting, the girl shook her head. Some people really didn't know how to take rejection well, hm? This was probably one of the reasons they never Impressed.
Of course, as soon as things began to get physical, the brownrider was quick to stroll over and shove the so-called 'leader' into some of the others. "There had better be a sharding good reason as to why you lot are out here messing with candidates." Emerald eyes were cold as ice as she stared them down. There was no good excuse on the entire world of Pern that would have anyone messing with their candidates. They needed the candidates. They were their future.
Of course, that didn't seem to click in the drunken mind of this group as they sneered at the woman. Why must you always get into these situations. Servith's amused voice resounded in her head was a moments distraction. A distraction that had one of the group leaping into action. Of course, A'lin was quick to see and side-stepped the fist that flew at her face and threw one back. The sharding drunkard managed to dodge, however, as he nearly lost his own balance. A growl left her lips and she shifted in front of the candidates before motioning for them to flee.
It wouldn't do for Navi to find out that they were anywhere near a fight. "Come on, pick on someone your own size, hm?" An almost feral grin was plastered on her face. It'd been a long time since she'd gotten any real action.
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The_Muffin_Puppy rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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The_Muffin_Puppy Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 7:01 am
All she had wanted was to her duties and go to bed. She was tired; today had dragged on far too long. Luckily there were only a few more things for her to do before she was allowed retire for the evening. That thought alone brought a smile to Ticene's face as she walked through the Weyr. Unfortunately it turned out that fate was not in the woman's favour tonight when a young candidate found her. Between deep breaths the candidate spilled out how he had been sent to get her, a fight was breaking out in the lower caverns. Ticene let out an irritated sigh, thanked the candidate and quickly started on her way to the lower caverns; she really didn't want to deal with this today.
As it was she walked in just in time to see A'lin take a swing at one of the ex-candidates, only for the man to dodge the blow. "That is enough." Ticene did not need to shout, the authority in her voice spoke louder than volume could. Striding across the room she intercepted the fight by placing herself firmly between the drunken fools and the candidates. She didn't see the need to physically protect A'lin, she was capable of looking after herself. It was hard to keep the disgust off her face as she looked at the aged-out candidates. "You will return to your quarters to sober up imme-" The rider was cut off when the woman of the trio stepped forward in an attempt to size up to her. "And who're you to tell us what to do, eh?" There was aggression in the woman's voice, but it was hard to take her seriously as she swayed and struggled to focus.
Ticene raised an eyebrow at the woman's question. Was she really asking that? "You will listen to me as long as I am-" Once again Ticene was cut off, only this time by a fist colliding with the side of her face. Somewhere in the Weyr a furious bellow echoed through the caverns. "You don't tell me what to do!" The woman shrieked as Ticene held the side of her face and stared at her. She had struck her. It had been turns since anyone had dared to strike her. Rapidly something began to smash through all the layers of civility and proper behaviour that Ticene had spent building in her turns as Weyrwoman. A silent snarl twisted her lips as her hand curled into a fist. Reverting back to what she was before she stepped foot in the Weyr, Tic lunged forward, her fist flying straight for the woman's face.
The look of shock on the woman's face delighted her more than it should have. As it was her strike missed. The woman had scrambled back so frantically that she had tripped on her own feet, promptly landing on her rear, leaving Tic's blow to strike nothing but thin air. Teeth gritted Tic looked down at the woman. She didn't know and didn't care whether the look of fear on the woman's face as she looked back up at her was because she was genuinely that scary or because the alcohol made it worse. Right now she wanted her scared.
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DruidTigeress rolled 2 6-sided dice:
1, 4
Total: 5 (2-12)
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Posted: Wed Jun 13, 2012 1:28 pm
While just picking up some food for Lavi from Lower Caverns, T'nus somehow found himself in the midst of a fray. Some timed-out candidates were picking a fight with the current ones. He'd come over to give the ex-candidates a strong talking-to. At least, that was the plan. But things never quite went according to plan, now, did they?
He saw the Weyrwoman enter the scene and get into a fight with the former female candidate. Although her punch missed, she loomed over the drunkard with a look that could kill. Shards, she could be scary when she wanted to be! Figuring she'd soon have them sorted, T'nus was about to leave the matter in her hands, when he saw one of the drunk woman's partners squaring up to get some revenge.
"Oy!" Running over, T'nus caught the candidate's sloppily thrown punch and gave him one back that knocked him off his feet. "That's your Weyrwoman you're trying to hit! Show a little respect."
Shaking out his hand, he turned an exasperated and beseeching look to A'lin and Ticene. Under the circumstances, he could hardly condemn their actions. But did things really have to escalate to violence so quickly? With the two terrifyingly eager-looking women there, T'nus had a very strong sense that any possibility of a peacful resolution had, by-now, evaporated.
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Aila, too, saw the fight, on her way back from dinner, after working late in the infirmary. Eager to help, she ran towards the aggressors with a well-intentioned, but ill thought-out attack. And unfortunately, a goldrider beat her to the punch. Or not.
In any case,the person who was supposed to her there, instead ended up on the floor in front of her. Stumbling forward, and tripping over the fallen assailant's legs, Aila tipped forward and ended up on her stomach on the dinning room's floor.
"Well, that didn't work." she sighed, somewhat dissapointed.
Perhaps you ought to leave this to others, Aila. her dragon advised her.
What? And miss all the fun? For a healer, Aila was surprisingly ok with violence. I haven't seen this kind of action in turns! she complained.
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 4:31 pm
I think you are having too much fun, A'linmine. The brown's conclusion only causing the grin on her lips to widen. She couldn't deny it, it was a lot of fun whenever she got into any kinds of fights. It didn't help that there had been just a huge ball of frustration building in her body for the past sevenday. However, the woman was quick to pause at the sound of Ticene's voice. Oh...shells. Eyes darted over to see the Weyrwoman walking up and placing herself in front of the candidates. Well, she was in trouble. For sure this time. And you probably deserve it. This time. Her response only had Servith chuckling before he quieted down. It was interesting how his rider got so hot-headed at times. Besides, he wasn't going to be missing out on a show like this.
Just when A'lin thought that the 'fight' was going to be broken, the foolish drunken woman began to question Ticene's role. Which had the brownrider going slightly pale. A few steps to the side were made to get away from the goldrider and to put some distance between them. Her memory could still recall the girl who she stood with on the sands before she Impressed to Calith. As much of a lady as Ticene was now..some things just couldn't change. Which were proven as soon as the drunk woman threw her fist into the other's face.
And now it was on! Cheering Ticene on silently , because she didn't want that rage turned on her, she watched at the woman took a swing at the drunk. It missed but, shards...if looks could kill she'd have been dead instantly. Of course, another voice pulled her attention away from the seething goldrider to see...was that a bronzerider? Ohhh, he was R'yn's second, right? T'nus, she believed. He seemed to be looking over at them. A grin and winked flew in his direction before her own ex-candidate threw himself at her once more.
Well, now this is more like it! A knee was shoved into the man's gut forcefully before kicking his feet out from underneath him. "Haven't you heard not to hit a lady?" Taunting had never been so much fun, especially now that the man's face had turned a rather nice shade of red. And oh..was that a vein popping out? "I don't see any ladies here!" He snarled out, causing A'lin to put a hand on her heart in mock-distress. "You wound me! Now get up so I can knock some sense into that shriveled up head of yours."
The man was quick to throw himself at her again and though she threw a fist towards his face, he somehow managed to block it. Smirking with a sense of victory, he went to swing at her, only to have her trip over...well who knew. Groaning slightly as she hit the ground, A'lin rolled to get away from her attacker and back onto her feet. Now it was a real fight!
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 6:37 pm
For the time being Ticene was content to loom over the woman and watch her look uncomfortable. Ticene wasn't the tallest woman around, nor the most muscular, so it both surprised and empowered her to know she could frighten someone that much with just a look. She wondered if people had always seen her as scary, or only since she assumed her not-so-new role. She'd never misused her authority before or been violent since graduating Weyrlinghood so she hoped she wasn't widely viewed as frightening. This woman however, this one she could handle being frightening to.
She was distracted from the woman when she heard an 'oy' from across the room. Looking up she saw T'nus catch a poorly thrown punch and launch one of his own. She should really have taken account into the other ex-candidates. Turned out having a Weyrsecond about was useful even in a fight. It was nice to know at least somebody knew who she was, she was strongly hoping that the woman questioning her was simply because of alcohol and not that she really didn't know who she was. She spoke to the candidates before each hatching for sharding sake, how could ex-candidates not know her?
Seconds later Ticene would be scolding herself for not paying attention to said ex-candidate. She knew better than to stop focusing on her opponent. She should have expected another attack. That was exactly what she got, the woman had shifted position whilst Tic had been looking and shot forward, shoulder slamming into her stomach and arms wrapping around her waist. Together they hit the ground and as the drunkan woman scrambled about Ticene placed her hands on her shoulders and rolled. Ending up now on top of the pile.
Bringing up her fist she brought it up just as the ex-candidates own hand came flying up, only not in a fist. Ticene's punch was thrown off as the woman raked her nails down her face. Tic's breath hissed out and she heard yet another roar of outrage. Though this time she was not certain if it was inside her mind or out of it. Strike her, Mine! Do it, now! Calith poured venom into the woman's mind. How dare someone strike her rider? Her?! She should tear the Weyr open just to find and destroy the culprit. She was aware of the thin line of blood trailing down her rider's face from the scratches and that made her all the angier.
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Thaliawen rolled 1 6-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 10:29 pm
R'yn was normally an easy going, confident young man. He tended to do less work than would have been best for the Weyr, and spent much of his time testing the quality of food provided by the kitchens. He was an effective leader during drills, fighting Thread; it was keeping the peace he should have left to Ticene. Having been a weyrbrat, there had been few times when the boy had taken charge. He much preferred having as little authority as was possible--it was nice, those days Ticene allowed a day off. When he could wrap his arms around her and claim her for his--
However, R'yn was not in his typical mindset. He had heard Calith's anger (from Gereth; the bronze had reacted badly to it). Assuring his bronze that if all was not well, it soon would be, the Weyrleader made his way over to a table in the lower caverns. He was horrified at what he saw. Fighting? Ticene? T'nus? Shards, what was this? He might have expected something like this from A'lin; she had always seemed the type. T'nus and Ticene however... They were leaders. They were supposed to guide the Weyr with their actions. They were acting like weyrbrats! Badly behaved weyrbrats, due for a scolding from the headwoman herself. Picking a fight with drunkards...
Shardit. "What's going on here?" he demanded, trying to sound his voice over the uproar. "Listen. You will return to your quarters at once! To your weyrs. Get to a healer," he added, looking to Ticene. That didn't seem like an option for his weyrmate, however. There was a drunken woman attacking her. Though still lithe as he had been in his youth, R'yn moved towards the woman. He stood between her and Ticene. "You will return to your quarters immediately," he repeated for her benefit. "In the morning, you will find your things have been removed. A dragon will be taking you, and your belongings to Igen. Step away." He moved to push at her, wanting to create some distance between her and his Weyrwoman.
"Get to the healers!" he turned to look at Ticene, hissing the command. "Go!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 7:25 pm
Outside, dragons were going crazy with their riders being hurt, but there was nothing they could do against the assailant. Yet Azimuth was surprisingly unphased.
It is but a small altercation. said Azimuth, as he became aware of his rider's thoughts. Have I any reason to be concerned?
I suppose not.. he mused, at first thinking the brawl was over. Yet apparently, the fight between Ticene and the drunk woman was anything but. T'nus was about to intervene, when the weyrleader arrived on the scene. Though T'nus would not have pegged him as one much good at breaking up a fight.
T'nus could read R'yn's thoughts when he looked at Ticene as clearly as if they were written on paper; and he tried his best to catch R'yn's eyes and convey his strong opinion that he not continue with that thought, but the words were already out of his mouth. Now T'nus looked to Ticene, hoping she would not take the order as badly as he feared. The absolute last thing they needed was this to devolve into a fight amoungst themselves.
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From the floor, Aila rolled onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows. Her eyes darted back and forth as blows were exchanged from one side to the other. There were no serious injuries yet, although those scratches on Ticene's face looked pretty painful.
Meanwhile, entering the fray, another attacker ran towards her shouting. Aila grinned devilishly. This time she'd get him for sure! From down here, no one could see her. Snickering, she put out a foot to trip the assailant as he ran past. Or was that her weyrleader? Uh-oh, too late! Aila had already kicked out her foot to trip him, and could only watch in horror as he slowly pitched forward and lost his balance.
Aila covered her mouth in shock and scrambled away from him. "Whoops!" Rolling onto her stomach and quickly getting to her feet, Aila fled (laughing only a little under her hand) to hide among the crowd, careful to put the weyrwoman between herself and R'yn, with a quick 'Save me, Ticene, I didn't mean to!' look towards her.
At R'yn's order, Aila put up her hand and responded quickly, hoping to gain back some favor. "I'm a healer, I'll take a look at her." she offered.
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 5:59 pm
Hearing the Weyrleader's voice raise above the other noise caused A'lin to pause in her actions. Shards, now she was in trouble. Wrinkling her nose, she dropped her arms back to her side and made a face. Well, there went all the fun, stupid R'yn and his stick in the mud nature. Of course, her stopping didn't mean her opponent was going to. Before she could move to dodge, a fist was thrown sloppily into her face. The taste of blood exploded in her mouth and she growled before tripping the man and stepping on his chest to keep him down. He better not have broken her nose. Blood dripped down her face as she reached up to try and stop the bleeding. Eyes darted over to the ranking members of the fight to see what would happen. A'lin was fine to beat every single one of these losers into a pulp. She also wanted to make sure Ticene was alright. That woman who attacked her was a bit of a crazy person. Not trying to sneak away? Better hope Gereth's does not choose to punish you. 'Shush, don't give them any ideas.' A slight smirk pulled at her lips before she wiped her face. She didn't really want to get into too much trouble.
Wait..did someone knock R'yn down? Blinking, she put a bit more weight down on her drunken attacker's chest to keep him from squirming. And then R'yn was going on about people being transferred. What? Was that everybody's answer to everything? Start a fight, transferred to Igen. Ohh, did he just try to command Ticene? She couldn't remember a time when the other woman had taken kindly to being ordered around, even before they had Impressed. Ohh, this had to end badly. Or entertaining. Maybe both?
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 3:29 pm
Tic really couldn't see this fight ending anytime soon. Not without one of them going down and she'd be trapped between if her was going to let it be her. Ticene had to give credit where it was due however and even if she was drunk this woman could certainly throw a punch. Her jaw was throbbing and Tic knew that she was going to have one pretty bruise to show later. That was if it wasn't already showing, she doubted it, but she bet it was already swelling. Tic drew her arm back to strike the woman again as she clawed at her, but she was stopped before she brought it down when she heard her weyrmates voice rise above the noise around her. Arm still raised, Tic turned her head to see R'yn heading toward her. Seizing the opportunity the woman slammed both hands into the unsuspecting rider's stomach, knocking the breath right out of her. Tic rolled away from the woman and climbed to her feet, an arm wrapped around her middle. Shards, that had hurt.
The two women had been fully prepared to clash again when the Weyrleader came to stand between them. Although Ticene would have prefered to simply beat the woman and then leave it at that, she didn't really plan to interrupt R'yn in his apparent decree that the woman be transferred. She'd talk to him about it later, it had only been a scuffle. A stern talking to once she had sobered up would do, there was no need to throw her out. The woman, it seemed, had managed to collect enough of her senses not to argue with him. She stepped away when told to and stayed silent. Slipping away when given the opportunity, apparently abandoning her comrades to whatever their fate was.
Ticene's mood darkened dangerously when R'yn turned on her. She scowled as he presumed to order her. She was not some weyrbrat that he could demand compliance from. Tic could feel Calith displeasure, which had apparently shifted from her assailant to R'yn now that he would command her. Tic stood straight and defiant and the one who was supposed to be her partner. She had been about to snap out an reply to his order when some rider that must have fallen earlier tripped him.
Even though there was a very large part of her that wanted to check he was alright after his fall it was pushed back by her anger. However when the Bluerider looked to her for help she would not recieve it. She should have been looking at who she was trying to trip. Ticene felt herself prickle at the woman's words. Did everyone think her a child and therefor incapable? It had always irritated Tic when as a girl people had spoken about her as though she was not there and now it was happening in her own Weyr. "There is no need to take a look at her." Ticene's voice was as dark as her mood as she looked first at Aila and then at R'yn. She wasn't fragile, she had had worse injuries in the past and expected she would recieve worse in the future.
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The_Muffin_Puppy Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 2:21 pm
R'yn carefully pushed himself up after tripping, looking around in vain for his attacker. He had one hand on his nose, rubbing it. "Shards," he grumbled, wincing. He looked to Ticene, and swallowed when he realized she was upset at his interference. How could he explain that he felt the need to protect her? He knew she was tough, that she could take care of herself--he'd seen it. He'd seen how she had defended herself time and time again as a candidate.
"Tic! I didn't mean it like that," he protested, hand still at his nose. A trickle of blood passed through his fingers. Then another. It was lucky the Weyrleader couldn't see it; yet. He wasn't a fighter. He never had been. As a weyrbrat, R'yn had been small. Small enough to be able to escape, but certainly too small to be able to defend himself. "You know I didn't," he swallowed, taking his hand from his nose to study the damage. He went pale when he spotted the blood on his hand.
Having been a small boy, he hadn't usually been caught up in scuffles and arguments--tending to avoid them. That didn't mean he hadn't had his share of cuts and bruises. The sight of his own blood had always made him feel ill. "If she says there's no need, there's no need," he relented, sighing.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 4:28 am
A'lin was quite glad she wasn't R'yn right now. The look the goldrider was sending to him had her flinching. And it wasn't even directed at her. Fighting the urge to let out an impressed whistle, the woman put a little more weight on her pinned captive. She had no intention to let him up until it was 'official' that the small fight was over. Though if it was over, that would be sad. She'd been enjoying herself, perhaps a bit too much as Servith had mentioned.
Blood still seemed to trickle down her face as she shifted her gaze from the small group of riders down to the man being pinned underneath her foot. A bloody smirk was sent his way as she mentally went over the options of what she could get away with before any attention was placed on her. After all, she had been the first to start fighting.
One option was to let the man get up and attempt to sneak away before he could get his drunk bum up. That seemed to be the best idea in her mind. Escape before the leaders could bring about any punishment down on her. Another option was to just sit tight and see what happened. This was looking like it could end up being the most entertaining option. The Weyrwoman was looking pretty pissed at the Weyrleader, how often did you get to see that?
A quick swipe of her sleeve against her face cleared most of the blood off her face, thought it seemed futile as it was just replaced with more. Her free hand rose up to ruffle her hair as she eyed the exit and weighed her options. Of course, her better judgement lost, she just had to stay and see what happened here. Even if she did get into trouble, they couldn't do too much as punishment, right?
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The_Muffin_Puppy Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 16, 2012 7:33 am
Tic watched R'yn pushed himself up, arms folded and jaw clenched as the scowl on her face failed to betray the battle going on inside. On one side was the small voice that cried out to be sure her beloved was alright. What if he was hurt? He had only been trying to protect her; he would make sure she was alright even if he was angry at her. On the other side was Ticene's pride and stubborn streak, violently screaming their rage at being ordered at someone trying to control her. Thinking that she could not look after herself. How dare he presume she needed someone to fight her battles for her! As it was the louder and angrier voice seemed to be winning as Tic still remained apart from her weyrmate as he stood with a hand over his nose.
R'yn's protests did not seem to reach the woman as she continued to look unimpressed with him. She took note of the blood, but still refused to cave in. That is until R'yn moved his hand and paled at the sight of his own blood. A 'tsk' escaped her as the Tic looked away for a moment. Still not looking as though she had forgiven him at all she pulled a piece of cloth from her pocket a crossed the space between them. Catching a hold of his face Tic wiped away the blood that was making its way down his face. Finally she placed the cloth over his nose and placed his own hand over it. "Keep that there. Pinch your nose, but don't hurt yourself and lean your head forward, not back." So many people leaned their heads back when their noses bled to stop the bleeding, but didn't realise that it only caused the blood to flow into their throat which wasn't the best idea.
At least he had agreed to let it go about her seeing a healer. Looking at the rest of the room it seemed that a verdict was being waited on. Tic looked about at the situation, to her it really seemed like the fight was over. Her opponent had run off, A'lin had another one pinned and the last still seemed to be sat on the floor where T'nus's swing had put him. The only one who actually looked like he could continue was A'lin's and as sure as Tic was that A'lin would have no problems with giving him the fight he wanted, she couldn't well be seen as allowing or encouraging violence. Not in the same night that she had taken part in it herself. "This fight is over as of now." She looked at A'lin, but the look wasn't the same scowl that had been afforded others, it was more a look just asking her not to continue with it. She pointed first at one drunk and then the other. "The two of you will return to your quarters, now. Tomorrow you will report to me to hear what your punishment will be and do not expect any form of relief from what your drink will do to you tomorrow." Leaving it until tomorrow left her to think up a suitable punishment, though dealing with their hangovers and injuries alone was certain to be an unpleasant experience.
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