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Max And Lavana Meet Again.

Previously the stronghold of the Pirate Lords, Almund is a thriving township with a dark side. With houses made from the wooden bodies of decommissioned ships, there are many opportunities here, coupled with many dangers. Dirty deeds, done dirt cheap!

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Ladies Night Out

Postby Lavana Tharn » Sun Mar 11, 2018 2:12 pm

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Lavana did what she did best as she got up in defense of Max as her eyes changed color after a brief but hostile exchange meant to harass. Slapping the fork out her home girls hand was invitation enough for shit to escalate in the mortal born moral compass, if Lavana had a blade one of them would have been split ear to ear holding there jugular floundering about like a fish out of water while they focused on bickering.
But she refrained

Lavana tried to breath and relax as they danced around the bush with word fuckery. She got the story from the bits and pieces being flung around the room and connected the dots together, the mortal born understood that her friend was ostracized from the kennel and wouldn't be able to land any work with them using there position to crush her under there heel.

Her biggest grievance is shed been beaten like a dog on numerous occasions in the buckle and chain by a rat pack of cowardly cunts that wouldn't match the bitch in an even exchange. Yea they'd have to bury Lavana before she allowed insult to injury to pass in her presence.

Lavana smiled wildly as Max said whoops and the steak knife stuck the man in the leg she laughed watching him hobble backwards before landing on his ass. It was quick and sharp, the Rusalka moved with a form and finesse that felt light years ahead of Lavana. Amber eyes drank that punch which hit the man flush and left him with a stupid look on his face, it was so clean and crisp in its delivery that his legs buckled. There was something so elegant about her form, her whole body was a weapon and Lavana appreciated her prowess of skill.

Up until this bear of a man intervened grabbing Max by the cuff, and air lifting her up and threw her onto a table like a rag doll that tipped over with dramatic flair as she crash landed and skid on the floor.
Oh, Fuck

All eyes were on the Rusalka till Lavana had an opportunity to wind up and kick the large mercenary in the junk with her shin. She might not have had hands like Max, but she still had ferocity as she grabbed a chair and smashed it over the brute as hed taken a knee. It didn't do much except momentarily disorient him as the chair erupted into fragments over his form, it had given Lavana an opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck from behind. But she fought and struggled to maintain her superior position jockeying for control using her muscle to try and choke him out, but he was able to fight as she continued trying to use force in her strangle hold. "Fucking with the wrong crew, time to take a nap." her hold was getting tighter as she started digging deeper under his chin, she felt rage brewing over how many times these sacks of shit had jumped Max. But as the behemoth stood she was hoisted up from her feet, but Lavana would not relinquish that rear naked choke. So the beast started ramming his back into the wall, it was rough but Lavana was locked in and determined to hold on as she disciplined herself to breath and keep applied pressure. "Big For Nothing" Lavana cackled while she smiled a toothy grin applying her hold.

Lavana would target the biggest guy and keep him busy, to break up the cluster fuck that would have been a carousel style beat down for Max.

Some were torn to handle Max, others torn to help there boy but but only time would tell. Lavana saw the path to victory, divide and conquer.

As the big guy was starting to give in as blood flow and oxygen were being deprived of him the struggle hastening an inevitable black out if he was not assisted. You could tell just by looking at him he was in trouble, staring at his peers hoping someone would come to his aid to get the crazy bitch off of him.
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Postby Max » Mon Mar 12, 2018 2:55 am

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A smirk crossed Max's face at the sound of Lavana's voice before she'd turned to face her enemies again. With a taunt of that nature, she was sure her friend had elected not to disappoint. Over the shoulder of three Hounds she spied the Imperial trying to wrangle the giant with a choke hold. It would be no easy task, and while in a perfect world the Rusalka would've maneuvered to help Lavana see it through, the bullies standing between them like a wall demanded attention first.

"Fuck if we care you brought a friend," the female Hound spat with yellow teeth bared. "She can't help you." The three squared off to Max, but one of the Hounds in particular seemed deeply distracted by the giant's predicament. Even Maxine herself was surprised the man hadn't managed to break Lavana's vice-grip yet.
"Shit," the sandy-haired Hound cursed. He sprinted the short distance to his choking friend with eyes and fists focused on trying to break Lavana until she set him free. The female Hound shrugged and kept her gaze on her primary target. The male at her side cracked his bony knuckles. The Rusalka balled her hands into fists at her sides.

"Last chance to walk away," Max warned the pair. Her expression was ice-cold, but beneath it she was working to keep them from noticing she was still dealing with the pain from the throw. The female Hound's green eyes twinkled with sadistic desire, but it was the dark-haired man at her side that rushed her first.

His jab was predictable. The last time he'd participated in a beat-down, he'd started his attacks in the same manner. Max leaned outside the quick hand and threw a cross into the side of his head. The blow might've warded off a lesser man, but unlucky for her, Dana and Gibney weren't interested in the sort. Instead of falling back he powered forward with a boot to her chest. She hit the floor again, and while it hurt, it wasn't her main concern. The dark-haired Hound stomped after her with the female at his heels. Staying on the ground with multiple attackers was bad news, but she didn't have the time she needed to escape.

Max shifted her weight onto her right shoulder and hip, and threw a heel into the dark-haired man's kneecap the moment it arrived within her range. Immediately, he fell back with a shout though the blonde female was fiercely undeterred. The Rusalka hardly managed to get up before the woman was on her. Maxine bobbed left, weaved right, and tried to deliver counters each time she narrowly managed to avoid a style of aggression that outplayed each of the Hounds before. The ex-Hound struck gold when she felt her knuckles slam into her enemy's exposed rib cage, but the feeling of satisfaction waned when she was rewarded with an elbow across the side of her face. The force of the strike disrupted Maxine's balance, sending her palms down upon a nearby table several feet back in an effort to win it back again.

"I can't wait to see the look on Merces' face when I drag you barely breathing to his doorstep," the blonde Hound laughed. Her worn brown boots clicked arrogantly across the wooden tavern floor toward her quarry. "I bet he won't even recognize you. You'll stare into a mirror and even you won't recognize the new ugly mug I've got in store for you." Max turned with an empty bottle in hand, smashing it into the woman's face with a yell. That yellow-toothed grin quickly faded. Shards of glass stuck out of her face, and she seemed to wobble a bit in place.

"Say his name," Max practically growled, her eyes nearly black. "Say his name again. I fucking dare you." The female Hound blinked but stubbornness seemed to keep her both standing and aware. When she approached Max didn't strike. She merely waited. Sure enough, when the pair were practically toe-to-toe with their faces mere inches away from each other, the blonde murmured, "Merces." That was all it took.

Maxine grasped the woman by the hair with both fists, and forced her head down to meet her rising knee. Once, twice, a third time her kneecap buried itself into her enemy's face before the Rusalka threw her down at her feet. The dark-haired man had recovered by then and burst forward too late. Max dipped beneath his desperate, wide swing and punched him almost directly in the liver. He crumpled almost instantaneously with a tortured expression, and she ensured he found the floor with a follow-through cross to his jaw. With him out of the equation again, she was free to live out her violent impulse again. She forced the female Hound onto her back, and though the woman was half-unconscious and moaning already, it wasn't enough to keep her from bloodying her knuckles upon her face. After the sixth or seventh punch, Max seemed to suddenly be reminded of something.

Lavana.

She abandoned the blonde and looked up in search of her friend, preparing to lunge forward to provide aid should she discover her to be in trouble. Maxine got halfway across the tavern before her body froze in place. At first she assumed the hand that grabbed her belonged to Tilda or one of the regulars that often mobilized to bring brawls to an end. It was the sensation of something sharp at her throat and the labored breathing in her ear that made her think otherwise. How could she have forgotten the first moron she'd stuck with the knife? With the protection of a nearby wall at his back and a hostage, he had a strong advantage Max never saw coming.
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Postby Lavana Tharn » Mon Mar 12, 2018 4:53 pm

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Twas true Lavanas only real ability to get the better of the big man was to blindside him and apply her throat hold while he was disoriented. They were a real bitch to get out of, when they dug in deep from behind.

Of course when his friend left the trio to assist him, the odds had tipped in there favor again as Lavana fought and wrestled trying to use strength to overpower while lack of blood flow to the brain was taking its toll on him. It had worked a little until the bigger guy got bit of a reprieve, every time the other mercenary fought with her arms hed been allowing him to breath.

The third time he grabbed at Lavanas arms sge retaliated and bit him sinking her teeth into his hand tearing flesh off it as he pulled it away. It managed to repel her adversaries cavalry, up until he balled his fist and popped her straight in the face. It was weird part pain part vertigo as she felt that punch rock her equilibrium, the aftermath was her feeling dazed as her grip loosened.

Lavana was out of it as the guy cocked back to throw another monster cross at her face, but this time she flinched tucking underneath the barbarians shoulders only to have his boys knuckles kiss the wall with one of those semi audible snap crackle pops you hear about when people punch shit they shouldn't.

Lavana had no choice but to relinquish her hold of the bigger guy. When her arms left him he was gasping and choking on his knees holding his throat as he took distressed breaths between coughing fits. Her best bet a swift front kick to his temple, she had flexibility and her target was readily available. He didn't see it coming, and those were the worst to get hit by. And the mortal born couldn't do with sloppy sleeper holds shed make up for it with her heel and quads as that volatile kick to the temple dropped him like the sack of shit he was.

She smirked at her handy work only to be accosted again by a stomach punch that sent her into the corner of the room. Trapped by walls his assault was merciless as her arms squeezed together protecting her face, the relentless punches fished for openings and squeezed there way into her guard when they could. While Lavana worked the corner dipping and taking shots on her leather gloves to dull the impact as she prioritised protecting her face.

She saw it as she turtled up behind her arms, Max was coming for her. But then shed been stopped abruptly, she looked at the floor as the flurry continued his main hands knuckles previously damaged and his arms tiring made it easy to distinguish where the power shots were coming from as shed still try to slip and maneuver in the tight space, he was getting tired and she could feel the difference in the umph of his shots as he was wearing himself thin treading into deep water.

It wasnt until amber eyes had seen the man, get to Max with the knife that she pulled something from within to fight back as she launched an elbow that cracked into his fist then and another elbow that blew up around and over the top of his arm looping into his face with a nose breaking thwack that sharply impacted on the bridge of his nose that sent him to the ground.

She stumbled off to the bar a hot mess it was only a couple feet away and snagged that bottle of tequila, she had a fat lip, a black eye and an assortment of bruises with bloody nose to top it off. But her bobbing and weaving kept her in the fight. She took the bottle and tipped it on them "I'm a good hostess, look I'm even getting you sauced on the good shit." She hobbled back to the bar just letting the liquer spill trailing behind her where they had been sitting and she scooched a table lantern over to the rim of the bartop.

Wiping the blood from her nose to momentarily collect her thoughts. She yelled at the guy with the knife as she nonchalantly took a seat "Seems like accidents are happening all over, you accidentally cut my home girl I'm gonna accidentally knock this lantern over and let me tell you. If your boys don't die, there gonna wish they had. A face that looks like lasagna is a real turn off with the ladies

And they will have you to thank for it. "


She kept an eye on the bar and the patrons and proceeded to pour herself a shot before tilting it back. The alcohol certainly helped repel the throbbing pain, it was probably what helped her through that fisticuff debacle.

But she adopted a very specific mannerism in the heat of the moment as she copied a familiar line an anecdote shed never forget the first time theyd met.

"I dont usually do this, but seeing as how this is just a misunderstanding I'm gonna give you a one time deal.

A two for one special if you will.

Better get it while the gettings good."


Lavana was ready to negotiate a hostage exchange, two for one seemed reasonable. Shed lick her busted lip a little tasting the tang of her blood.

"It was just an accident right, let's all be friends?

I'm either gonna get to smoke, or they going up in smoke the choice is yours."
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Postby Max » Tue Mar 13, 2018 1:24 am

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It was utterly infuriating to watch Lavana locked in combat while she was held at knife-point. It was maybe a half bit at most, but to her it felt like arcs. Luckily it didn't seem like the butcher needed her help. Her opponent was forced to retreat in blood. Max's gaze followed the woman as she turned in what looked like a retreat toward the bar. Her brow furrowed and her captor chuckled darkly in her ear.

"You slippery bitch," her first victim hissed from behind her. "How does it feel to be abandoned again?"
"How's that leg?" she couldn't help but fire back despite her unfavorable situation. The knife that was once plunged in a thigh was pressed more firmly to her flesh. She grimaced at the sensation, but before she could think to offer another foolish jab, her friend had returned with the bottle of tequila. The tasty liquor dribbled along the bodies still struggling to recover on the floor, a trail forming behind the woman as she returned to the bar again. Everyone in the room seemed to be trying to figure out what exactly she had up her sleeve. It wasn't until the woman lifted the lantern that realization struck.

Oh, you crazy bitch.

Max smirked wildly, suppressing a laugh at how much the situation had escalated. It was a bold play Lavana was making. The Buckle and Chain had rules. Everyone knew that. There was to be no killing, and on that subject Tilda had always been very clear. Moreover, a liquor-started fire could put the bar itself in jeopardy. Half the regulars and Tilda herself were on their feet if they weren't before, watching with wide eyes. None dared to approach for fear Lavana would drop the lantern and set the place ablaze. No longer was it only Max forced to remain paralyzed in place, and her captor had a choice to make.

"Are you fuckin' nuts, lady?!" he shouted with a beet red face across the bar. One of his drenched peers moaned something inaudible from the floor, but he seemed to refuse to remove the knife. Sometimes it really was impossible to teach an old Hound new tricks. That was especially the case when the Hound was particularly thick-headed like this one. While Lavana's proposition failed to win immediate results, the distraction was enough to buy Max something far more valuable: his lack of attention.

She was paralyzed for a moment before she made her move. Both hands clasped the knife hand and her shoulder turned inward to make space. From there it was a smooth, quick motion to come out under the arm and reverse his play. Behind him now her left arm fed up through his bent one with her hand resting on his shoulder to secure her advantage in place. The knife still remained in his hand but at least this way he couldn't cut her. The most important thing she'd earned was control over him.

At the same time, the dark-haired Hound had already managed to hobble over to the original table the pack had been seated at before the altercation began. A crossbow rested in his hands now. By the look on his face, he no longer had qualms about pulling the trigger. Max jerked her human shield up in hopes of warding off an impulsive bolt release. Tilda and the rest of the crowd had fallen silent. All eyes were locked on the brawlers, and it seemed no one dared to move. It wasn't a stalemate anymore. It was a stand-off.

"Lavana," Max announced calmly though her heart was hammering in her chest. "Me and Lavana are going to walk out of here. Right now." Her eyes were locked on the man's trigger finger. All it took was a trill. A single trill, and a bolt was finding its way into somebody. Even with her human shield braced before her, there was no ruling out the possibility the bolt could travel through him and into her, too. This was no time to play.

"You go when you release Bradley," the crossbowman corrected her. "Not before." The problem with Bradley blocking the bolt's path to the Rusalka seemed to peeve him. He fixed his odds by turning to settle his aim on Lavana instead. Maxine scowled and glanced about the room. Too much time, and the tequila-drenched bullies would recover enough to get away from the alcohol trail Lavana intended to set on fire. Move too quick and he'd let the bolt fly.

"Okay, okay!" she attempted to ease the man down. "I'll let him go." She looked at the back of Bradley's head, visibly hesitating. From her new position she could probably distract the crossbowman by shoving her captive at him. The moment she released him, she could dart to the door and avoid chance of injury altogether. It was a good plan. A self-serving and self-preserving plan, but a good one. A smart one.

"But first you're going to take my friend's deal," Max decided suddenly with a nod over toward Lavana. "Only now you're going to sweeten it for our trouble. Three for the price of one."
"No deals!"
"Fine, then your friends will burn and I'll cut Bradley's throat the moment your finger twitches on that trigger."
The crossbowman hesitated and adjusted his grip on his weapon. He licked his lips, looking out to the patron before settling his gaze on his target again.
"How can I trust you won't kill them anyways?"
"Because this is Tilda's bar," Max reasoned simply. "If I lie and someone dies, that'll be a problem. This is my favorite bar to drink in. Go on, ask her yourself." The crossbowman looked to the bartender, who quickly nodded her head in fierce agreement. He nervously licked his lips but slowly nodded his concession. Slowly, Max began to maneuver toward the door with her hostage.

"Lavana," her careful voice raised again. "Keep the lantern with you, but come this way."
"Slowly!" the crossbowman shouted.
"Yeah, yeah," Max resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Slowly." In a perfect world she would wait for Lavana to find the door behind her so she could ditch Bradley to complete the trade. Part of her seriously loathed the lack of clear victory that she'd be deprived of the moment she exited the tavern. In any case, Lavana was the soul decider over whether the trade occurred at all. The woman was a wild card. She'd proven as much time and again. The fates of almost everyone in the room rested on her shoulders.
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Postby Lavana Tharn » Thu Mar 15, 2018 12:57 pm

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It was equally infuriating to Lavana that she hadn't really been able to deliver the success Maxine had wanted. How could she the numbers were wild, they broke the rules and claimed bullshit when they held the Rusalka at knife point when in all fairness she made moves to keep her alive. Lavana felt truly like Raskalarns Greatest Failure in that moment; as she knew they'd been had the Rusalka made a last ditch effort and caught the guy by the throat with that steak knife. But it was all over the moment a guy came back with a loaded crossbow, in a bar with a no weapons policy as they broke the rules to the buckle and chain once again.

They were unequivocally, fucked.

Wouldn't lie she liked the hounds style though, and maybe shed adopt there strategy a little later. Lavana knew what would happen, they'd get cocked and party hard like they'd fought this mess squarely on even ground. If Lavana played her hands right, maybe shed meet them fully armed on there way out from last call. Catch em drunk and stupid with murderous intent, as she really wanted to start carving them. Make a real show of it for fucking with her, a regular massacre with savage rage and steel.

Lavana was ready to swat the lantern off the table out of principal alone; like a catty bitch. As she felt they'd been that close; that fucking close.

Losing sucked, it was bitter and left her crazy pissed as she grit her teeth in frustration as the crossbow was aimed at her. But she had a choice listen to Max, or listen to her inner demons. It was a struggle, and the look on her face said it all. Like she was at war with herself as her turbulent emotions kept bubbling up, each struggling for supremacy to override the other and take control. She wanted to watch them burn in a tide of fire, she wanted Max to cut his throat. But as the Rusalka called out for the mortal born imploring her to come to her senses.

She noded begrudgingly as shed been pulled from the darkness within herself, as if to deny her purpose of being her imposed identity.

Lavana breathed in deep, and exhaled. Middle finger scooped into the loop of the of jug of rum and she used the same hand to clasp the tequila bottle. The blue agave had not failed her, she had failed it as she sighed and collected the lantern ever so slowly and made her careful footfalls in sullen defeat. It was plastered on her face, no denying it she felt like shit and it had nothing to do with the few shots she had.

She was a let down, it was inescapable this grievance that she felt in anxious pulls and throbs in her chest. She had blown it in front of her friend; the promise of victory and reclaiming her friends dignity. Were Max had succeeded Lavana had failed. And her heart sank with every step, it was her fault and she couldn't seem to get passed it or let it go.

But there was a lesson learned you can't win them all, it sounded like a cope out to say it; But nothing was closer to the truth. It didn't stop it from being any less painful.

She went for the door, opened it and waited for Maxine to join her. She hadnt said a word, how could she? What was there to say other then she was a loser that failed her friend. She grimaced a bit half expecting the Rusalka to verbally dismantle her the way her mother had done.

She knew it was coming.
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Postby Max » Sun Mar 18, 2018 10:27 pm

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The trills that passed were filled with anxiety. Both Max and the crossbowman nervously watched Lavana, time seeming to pass at an impossibly sluggish pace for everyone as they waited to see what the woman would do. If the excitement of the earlier brawl didn't have people sweating, their brows were beaded now.

Max exhaled a small breath of relief when her friend indeed decided to follow her lead. The Hound kept his bolt fixed to the woman even as she made her way toward the exit. The door opened, and now the deal only needed to be sealed with Bradley's release. The Rusalka adjusted her grip on the the man begrudgingly. Blood poured from his leg, staining his pants and dripping droplets onto the floor at his feet. She backed up and then shoved her hostage forward roughly. Bradley tried to keep his balance, but the moment his wounded leg tried to take some of his weight to correct himself upright, it buckled. The Hound lowered his crossbow and rushed to help the cursing man up off the floor.
"You can put all this shit on their tab," the Rusalka declared as she slipped out the door the moment his eyes left her.

"FUCK," she shouted in the cold, open air once outside. The door slammed shut behind her, and she turned around to give it a solid kick for good measure. "Fucking damn it! Damn them!" It was a pointless tirade that drew the attention of each passerby. Like a wagon gone off the road, they couldn't help but stare. "Hey!" Max snapped at one onlooker, turning her head to face the street rather than the bar that held her enemies. The onlooker blinked in dumb surprise. "Yeah, you! Mind your fuckin' business, yeah?" The poor soul shook his head apologetically and hustled off to continue on his way. Max ran her fingers through her hair, wincing now that the dissipating adrenaline in her system meant she could feel each bruise surfacing on her body.

Her eyes moved to Lavana then, and an expression of sudden remembrance crossed her face. She reached out and snagged a young blonde boy reaching for the door of the tavern. Rather than strike her cold, his gaze lit up when he saw her. Max pulled him in, her lips murmuring something in his ear. He pulled back a few trills later with an understanding nod and ducked inside The Buckle and Chain Tavern. Only then did she seem to have cooled down enough to exchange words with the person she'd dragged into all this in the first place.

"What's the long face for?" Max asked rhetorically though the humor didn't exactly reach her tone the way it tended to when she made quips. "I thought you'd be happy to have more blood on your hands today. You've got some on your face at least." She gestured toward the woman's bloody nose. She glanced inside, noting the blonde boy leaning down to speak discreetly with her beanie-headed acquaintance through the window. Max looked to Lavana and nodded toward an adjacent alleyway. "Come on. I've got something that'll make us feel better."
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Postby Lavana Tharn » Mon Mar 19, 2018 10:42 am

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Lavana was expecting some sort of verbal lashing as Max kicked the door as it slammed with force she sort of coward flinching at the noise as she kept her head low.

Max started yelling at people rubber necking. She didn't like being eye fucked either, as she stood there grimacing expecting something horrible to come her way as the Rusalka threw her furious rage capriciously. The mortal born felt like her ticket had been punched and she was next In line for a verbal beat down.

She breathed in through her nose, and tasted the blood of her split lip the metallic tasting tang was sort of addictive. As she closed her eyes and scrunched her face looking at the ground.

Instead she got the complete opposite, she waited. It started nice, it had to be a set up for something fucked up. She could feel it coming, Lavana was waiting to catch the tail end of it. But nothing only reassurance, enough to bolster Lavanas confidence.

As she wiped her face with her sleeve smearing it more then cleaning it away. She didn't want to be some kind of soft cup cake bitch as she was quick to rebound from Maxs quip.

["]Yea, your right.

Plus we go these."[/b]

Lavana lifted the jug and bottle of alcohol, as she opened herself up again as she no longer felt like a failure. Shed recollect herself and become calm and cool in her element.

Yea I'm happy, you've got beautiful form I saw you kneeing that scraggly looking bitch in the face. It was great you made her pay our tab too for the makeover. Rightly deserved, she didn't need them teeth anyway that hound was all bark and no bite more so now then before but whatevs. Lavana chuckled, finding comfort in her old ways as she tried to mimic the kneeing move that Max had done as she got lost shadow boxing getting carried away as she relived that thrilling moment.

"It's a shame they cheat so hard, but I was thinking maybe we should catch them at last call when they drunk and stupid. I don't like losing, a tactical retreat maybe but I can't walk away from this unanswered." Lavana smiled something truly sinister, as she watched Max wheel and deal working on retrieving something that Lavana had desired as she walked over to the window watching things unfold.

Her gaze averted as she saw the hounds doing exactly what she thought, they were going hard on alcohol and partying. Shed slip away from it after a trill or two not wanting to be caught snooping, but if they were to jump them in several hours they'd be able to do some damage.

"Oh really? What you bring me?"

As Lavana followed Maxs lead into the darkness
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Postby Pegasus » Fri Mar 30, 2018 7:30 pm

Fun thread! A great bar-brawl and nice to see two friends engaged in it! I loved the focus on the food / steak and then later on Max' s realisation that she'd kind of lost focus on Lavana. Two really good pcs and it's great to see them developing a sincere, if somewhat odd, friendship! I enjoyed the moment where Max was concerned for Lavana, yet Lavana was more than holding her own. Lots of lovely scenes here, great fun. Enjoy your rewards and PM me if I missed anything
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Renown: 5 (Bar brawling)
Loot : Various small bumps, bruises, cuts, scrapes etc.
Knowledge : Blades: Driving the Point into the Thigh
Endurance: When Knocked Down, Get Back Up
Endurance: Continuing to Bloody Knuckles
Intimidation: Promise of Pain
Intimidation: Glare
Intimidation: Shouting at Strangers
Tactics: Relying on Previous Experience
Tactics: Improvising Weapons
Detection: Incoming Punch
Resistance: Doing Shots of Rum
Resistance: Doing Shots of Tequila
Negotiation: Using Hostages
Negotiation: Giving Your Word


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Loot : Various injuries, bumps, bruises etc.
Loot: 1/4 Bottle Of Rum
1/2 Bottle Top Shelf Tequila
Bag Of Bug Berry x25 -1gn
Knowledge : Unarmed Brawling; Using a chair as a weapon.
Unarmed Grappling; Applying A Blood Choke
Unarmed Dirty Boxing; Elbow Block
Unarmed Dirty Boxing; Elbow Strike
Unarmed Boxing; Tighten Your Guard When Cornered.
Unarmed Striking; Front kick to a kneeling enemy's temple
Tactics; Letting an adversary tire themselves out.
Tactics; Planning an ambush when enemies are drunk and in poor form.
Discipline; When the chips are down, hold on, hang in there, and wait for an opportunity to present itself.
Endurance; Taking a right cross to the face
Strength; Using strength to tighten a strangle hold instead of proper technique.
Strength; Maintaining a strangle hold while others attempt to pry you off.
Strength; Jockeying for a superior grappling position while struggling against a larger adversary.
Strength; Holding on while being thrashed into a wall.

Maxine; Has Wonderful Unarmed Form
Maxine; Smart to leave it on there tab.
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