Sir Knerac vs Bones

*Adrestia Corin and then suddenly... a bright light flares from the room with the balcony in the teacher's lodging... and what seems like a blazing firework shoots out into a high arch. It manages to get quite high before speeding back down to the earth, landing like a meteor right in the center of the arena, leaving a small crater. Inside the crater... the frework, the falling star... it was Bones.

*Bones the Sergal lays there, staring skyward, arms to his side and a bit dazed. He huffs out "no butt stuff it is..." he sits up, really glad he'd be healed when he walked out of the arena.

*Dominika Oh my.. o.0

*Kirfkin Silvercloud rekt

*Bones the Sergal just lays back, gonna rest a bit.

*Sir Knerac Softpaw watches bones, curious for his predicament, but just tilts his head

*Hapaidah Squallhaze prepares a cure spell just in case.

*Bones the Sergal sits up and dusts himself off, "Yea, she hits like a force spell.." stretches a bit to work out the soreness.

*Hapaidah Squallhaze dismisses her cure spell from her hand, and looked up to the balcony. "I can imagine, and from up there.. Not the softest landing."

*Sir Knerac Softpaw nods lightly. "Are you gonna be alright?"

Rakael: XD omfg what did i miss

*Dominika Miss Adrestia sent Bones flying! x3

*Bones the Sergal nods "yea, I'm good, I've been hit harder." He says with a grin and makes his way out of the arena, dusting himself off. He checks around,, pants, on, shirt, off, mask.. on. He was good

*Sir Knerac Softpaw smirks a bit, "Don't look like you'd be up for a fight. Almost look like you got your ass kicked already." He says in a teasing manner.

Orncaex: did... Bones just turned into a fireball?

*Bones the Sergal stopping before he made it out he smiles and nods. "Yea I'm up for a scrap."

*Sir Knerac Softpaw grins a bit, "No no, I'm not sure you could handle it Bones, you just got thrown out of your own room"

*Hapaidah Squallhaze walks out from arena, and moved up the stands. She rests one leg on her other, and stares out to watch Bones, and Knerac fight. "The excitement keeps on happening, good."

*Bones the Sergal looks at Hapaidah, "Thanks, sorry I didn't take the heal, magic circle and such. And I can take a fight Knerac, all day everyday."

*Sir Knerac Softpaw rolled his shoulders lightly and moved to remove his weapons and armor. "Same as last time? Just strict brawling?" He questions with a small smirk forming at his muzzle.

*Hapaidah Squallhaze waved a hand at Bones. "No need to apologize." She looks between Bones, and Knerac, and grins. "You two might need some after this anyway."

*Bones the Sergal thinks a bit "I'm not even going to leave the arena, if you want to use weapons, if someone could get me any weapon at all, I'll use it against you. Other than that, brawling is my go to."

*Sir Knerac Softpaw stretched his left arm out as he moved to take a position near the center of the ring. "I'm fine hand to hand, you know I can defend myself. I'll try not to electrocute you." He says in a playful tone while adopting a more defensive stance. He wasn't a boxer or martial artist, but his stance was good.

*Bones the Sergal laughs and nods as he moves into the ring, getting into southpaw stance he nods. "Not gonna shock me like your little girlfriend." He made a motion towards the place he set them both down the night before. "Also, is that the same spell the first time we crossed paths?" After Knerac would answer, Bones would lunge forward, throwing a heavy left for the mouth.

Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 10
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 20

*Sir Knerac Softpaw blinks a few times, "Little..girlfriend?" He seemed a bit confused by that statement, but he then shrugged. "That or some other spell~" He didn't even blink, and instead pushed forward, right arm coming up to block the blow. The counter was fast, right arm going for a straight jab to the stomach, aiming to wind him quick.

Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 20
Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 14

*Bones the Sergal the hit to his gut was solid and he grunted loudly as he would have to a half second to get over the stroke. He steps back and rubs his stomach. "damn, right in the liver." He grins as he now hos to keep his footwork up more now. But he wouldn't give up the fight just yet. He'd fake a left, only to follow it up with a snap jab from the right.

Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 17
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 8

*Sir Knerac Softpaw kept himself focused, not really adding any to the chatter when that next shot comes up, he moved to block the left, but the right took him by surprise. He didn't stumble, just took the blow before moving to follow up his attack with a quick kick from the left, going for his leg.

Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 2
Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 14

*Bones the Sergal turns his leg into the oncoming kick. he'd block the shin with his knee. He grins and would return the favor. He'd bring a heavy kick low, trying to sweep the leg and make his opponent fall to the ground.
Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 19
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 13

*Sir Knerac Softpaw was blocked, and then countered with a heavier kick then anticipated. It sent him to the ground, falling to his side with a grunt. "Well played.." Was all he said before trying to get up off the ground.

*Bones the Sergal reaches down to help Knerac up

*Sir Knerac Softpaw wasn't even thinking about it as he started to stand, reaching up to grab his hand for the help. He realized he was either going to regret this, or he wasn't, but he didn't make any attempt on Bones.
[2019-06-17 02:19] *Bones the Sergal helps him up and the nods, taking a few steps back he gets back into stance. "Come on now, I don't hit when down in a spar." He'd assume that Knerac was ready and he'd shift forward, kicking sharply with a 'spartan kick.' Pretty much a forward kick at him

Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 9
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 17

*Sir Knerac Softpaw nodded lightly, happy with what he had to say. When he came at him with that kick, he stepped forward, using an arm to brush the blow aside. However, as he does, the ratfolk goes straight for another punch, a straight jab for the chest, right center of the sternum.

Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 19
Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 18

*Bones the Sergal the swipe of his kick left him open, even with his arms up, he'd have a small section open. He felt the punch center mass, but wouldn't have time to let the stinging blow stop him just yet. Planting both feet, and being in close as they were, he'd bring a knee for Knerac's floating ribs on his left.

Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 18
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 3

*Sir Knerac Softpaw let out a light squeak, unintentional, as those ribs were smashed into. It sent him backwards a little bit, and despite the welling pain, he moved to throw a kick from the right. However, it was different, he was going for the face, and going to attempt to grab and drag the sergal with his foot; thanks to those dexterous feet of his.

Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 5
Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 19

*Bones the Sergal ducking under the foot coming around for him, he'd rush in, trying to catch him mid spin, then lift and slam him into the ground. There was nothing fancy about the way he was going for it, just a hard slam right down onto his head should he get a hold of him.

Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 14
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 17

*Sir Knerac Softpaw had missed completely, but when bones came for that next attack, Knerac had just enough reaction time to jump back. He didn't hesitate, and moved to shoulder check the sergal, using his left as his point of impact.

Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 6
Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 6

Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d10: 1
Bones the Sergal rolls 1d10: 2

*Bones the Sergal using his own momentum, even as Knerac jumped back and tried to stop him, he'd pivot, looking to hip check him with his right hip, while at the same time bringing his arm up and over Knerac's throat and try to do a toss to the ground, a very judo-esque attack.

Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 3
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 9

Dominika: x3))
Rakael: XD
Rakael: what are they manwrestling? wheres the oil

*Sir Knerac Softpaw was concerned with his failure, to the point it almost cost him being thrown. However, the knight was familiar with fighting stronger opponents, and proceeded to counter. He let Bones get a bit of a grip, but his tail darted to grab his throat, feet interlocking, and both arms adjusting against his opponent as he attempts to use the momentum to spin and drop the sergal onto his back. If he can get him to go down, he'd apply his full weight against the Pugilist.

Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 18
Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 6

*Bones the Sergal the reversal was sudden and unexpected, and before he could react he was found on his back, pretty much the same spot he started the night. He 'urkd' as there was a tail around his throat still, He'd tense his throat and would grab at the tail, trying to pull it away from his throat.. or at least at spot where he could bite it, hard enough to leave two rows of teeth in the pink flesh.

Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 1
Bones the Sergal: (bites his own hand, damn these low rolls)
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 19

Orncaex: FEEL MY PAIN
Maktumekal Ilzrei: That would require Adrestia turning him into a gal~
Orncaex: oh shut your dick fluffer xD

*Sir Knerac Softpaw adjusted his legs, hooking at least one of his legs up. His arms and body were holding him down, though one arm wrapped one of Bones. It was a full grapple, and he was going to try and get the sergal to submit. When he realized the sergal was trying to grab and bite his tail, it tightened roughly, trying to cut off his air supply as he makes a quick, and rapid strike against the mans chest with his fist. It was a hammering motion, aiming for the right side of the sternum.

Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 15
Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20: 4

*Bones the Sergal there was not much he could do from here as he was having his air cut off, he would fight to get free, but coudln't do much just trying to wrench the tail from his throat, but was in a position that wasn't very good for him at all.

Bones the Sergal rolls 1d20+-3: 7+-3 = 4
Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 8

*Sir Knerac Softpaw was still holding on tight against the sergal, squeezing tighter with his tail, legs, and arm. "All you gotta do is tap out. That's it friend." He placed the other arm over his opponents chest, applying pressure but using that arm as leverage to protect his face if Bones tried. He was just gonna sit it out as best he could

Sir Knerac Softpaw rolls 1d20: 9

*Bones the Sergal there was only so long one could go without air, and sometimes pride would cause the fall. Bones would refuse to tap, but the tail that was working as a garrote around his throat would make the world go blurry as he'd go limp, opting to be choked out instead of tapping, Knerac would find after a moment or two, there was no resistance to his movements.

*Sir Knerac Softpaw waited, and waited, and finally just loosened up and flopped backwards. His body was hella sore, and he was going to definitely need some assistance after this. His tail adjusted so it wasn't in an awkward position, and then he finally rolled to get up. "Stubborn fool, but still a good fighter.." He rolled his shoulders, and adjusted his stance so he could kneel down and pick up the sergal as best he could. Half dragging him to his room, before shaking his head and putting him in the room next to it instead. He didn't want Adrestia's wrath too.

The ratfolk moved down out of the halls and opted to head towards the bathhouse for the night.

Bones the Sergal: Good fight.. and good night!)
Sir Knerac Softpaw: (sleep well!)