#baronyofthesilverwolf

"Yeah, that blows. Yule is when you're supposed to GET Things." She spits in her hand and shakes back.

And, as soon as the shake has hit a second bounce, she pulls on his arm, and swings her free fist at his head!

Well, being the bright boy he is, he lowers his head to catch it in the thickest part of his skull, maybe she'll break a knuckle!!

A clonk, and she twists back, backpedaling enough steps to give space to tug her bladed gloves into place. "Get your stick. I don't want no one saying I didn't win!"

And he does though he looks a bit dizzy

Briar may not be professionally trained, but she's quick, and vicious. The smaller redcap knows how to punch, and then turn that movement into a slash with her clawed gauntlets, and if he gets hold of her, she won't hesitate to bite, rip, or kick, and no place is off limits - masculine integrity is as easily up for a punch or kick as any where else, though to give her credit, she isn't aiming for a kill, if she gets a shot at the throat, it's a punch and not a slice.

At the first blood spilled, she redoubles her energy in sheer glee - whether it's his blood OR hers doesn't seem to matter!

CUTbert is well named, he uses his spiked cudgel to rake and pierce as much as bash, and trash talks a bit "You slice open entrails like a GIRL'

to be fair, she's not cut open his belly YET

and their blood mingles

"Girls are tough, we're trained to bleed for weeks and not die! Meet my FISTS..." Swipe with the left "SLASHLEY..." Punch with the right, "AND STABITHA!"

"Now you're making it weird..."

And he gets stabbed, as he tries not to think about GIRL stuff

"Bahahahahaha!"

He gets a blunt hit in on her , but it hits her shoulder fine

Probably meant to land a spike

Not knightly trained, nor a seelie wuss not a troll, it may not occur to her to ask if he wants to surrender, so as long as he keeps swinging back, she keeps fighting on!

Unfortunately (for him), bloodloss makes him dizzy, and his spikes get caught in the ground "Shit..."

She pulls back a foot to kick him when he's down, but then hesitates. What's that shit that Gwen is always spouting about?

He pulls it loose "HA!" and starts to swing

She's off balance, foot raised and thinking stupid thoughts, and gets cracked in the leg. "Oh, you F&^#%ER!"

"You snooze you lose..." he sways

Kneeling, just out of range of his cudgel, she spits into the dirt, clearing some blood from her mouth. "C'mon, it was just getting good. You giving up already?" She refuses to admit that her leg smarts.

He staggers forward a bit, almost dragging "I ain't no..quitter.."

and he passes out

Briar WHOOPS!

and does more bleeding

And then looks over at Cutbert. "Aw, shit. Wasn't there something in the Green-n-white playbook about vengeance? Don't die, bastard. I didn't get to play with the arena yet."

Limping a bit, she grabs the other 'cap unceremoniously by his collar, a leg, or whatever is easiest to grip, and starts dragging him towards the main Hold, leaving a bloody trail behind them.

Blood trails, but no entrails! He'll be FINE

Gwen is wiping her brow, limping a bit, surely no one has been through a harder sparing match than she... then blinks "Did you catch something, Briar?"

Briar has a swollen cheek, a busted lip, a definite limp, and what looks like bloody pockmarks on one arm that leak sluggishly, She also has a BIG grin.

"Feck yeah I did! VICTORY."

"Remind me.. next time to take one of those sledges we use for the carcasses..."

Another unceremonious tug at... is that a leg? A BOOTED LEG?

"Lil help?"

"Oh great spirit" Gwen moves to the kid and lifts him up into her arms. "What did you do to him?" She moves toward the hold "Mooom we need a heatherbalm"

"What? Oh don't BABY him, now! He'd HATE that!"

Briar limps after her, complaining. This is ruining her victory march!

"It's just BLOOD. There's always more where that came from."

"Not if it all leaks out of him..." A LOOK from Gwen

a soft groan from the boy "did I win?"

"NOPE!" Briar is in his FACE grinning. "But you beat me something GOOD. Gwen was right about the blood thing."

"If I'd had those anny-coagulents, Bet you'd be dead." Happily shared.

"Yeah, I'd be TOTALLY dead" Cutbert manages a weak thumbs up

"Redcaps " Dame Gladiol grumbles

"C'mon, fix him up now." Briar complains. "I wanna go play with the Arena."
....

With far too much fussing, Cutbert is soon rinsed, bandaged, and then Heatherbalmed, though Marigold warns him that he may still be stiff for a few days.

As for Briar? She's washed up second, and Marigold looks her over. A heatherbalm applied, and Briar winces as her fractured cheekbone pops back into place. When Marigold reaches for her arm, she looks like she'll snap for a moment, but instead says in a half-whine, "Lemme keep one of the scars. I earnt it!"

Marigold gives Gwen a look, questioning. "Kids these days..."

"Let her keep it, mom, It's kind of a badge of pride for her" Gwen tells her mother then a look at Briar "It's not going to make you useless around here is it?"

She puffs out her chest. "You're not mad at me for beating up your guest?" She asks, warily, as she picks her 'favorite' of the stabs from the spiked club, which gets carefully bandaged instead of magically healed.

'Little bit" Gwen says "But.. If he wanted this fight, then that's different. Mostly I'm glad you're okay" The troll looks at her, "Well as okay as you can be, he got some good shots in."

"Damn ..err " Cutbert sees Marigold is here 'Darn right i did"

"Yeah he did!" She won, she can afford to admit, "That was the best fight I've had. If he'd done that thing you showed me... you know when you pull up the spear when someone gets in close and WHAM into the chin? It might have been lights out. But he swung for my side instead, so I was able to let it hit me then cut back."