Lyulf v Rayle

18:57] Rayl Aksel says, "You could just let me step around you."
[18:57] Enrica says, "Mister..."
[18:57] Enrica says, "Imagine this."
[18:57] Enrica says, "I am letting you enter my home with a five hundred coins fee."
[18:57] Enrica says, "And then you are here asking me to enter my house, without paying that."
[18:57] Rayl Aksel says, "But it's not a house.."
[18:57] Rayl Aksel says, "It's a hole."
[18:57] Lyulf Yayle says, "Its a mine idiot."
[18:57] Rayl Aksel says, "Look's like a hole to me.."
[18:57] Lyulf Yayle says, "Pay the coin to the imperial treasury or get lost."
[18:57] Enrica says, "It's Achyon's property."
[18:57] Rayl Aksel says, "Eh?.."
[18:57] Rayl Aksel asks, "Who the heck are you?"
[18:57] Lyulf Yayle says, "Someone who can read."
[18:57] Lyulf points towards the numerous signs.
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:57] Rayl would stand with his arms crossed now centering his attention on the rude other boy giving him a glare.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean eh?!"
(Rayl Aksel)
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[18:57] The young Achyon youth, clearly not yet old enough to have been drafted into proper imperial service. Offered Rayl a smirk as their hands came to rest upon his hips.

"It means you're a buffoon who can't read. What are you deaf as well?" He then jerked a thumb towards the trees. "Get lost goon, ain't nothing here for you."
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:57] Nezumi says, "Ey, Enrica. Here. From th'other day when i borrowed som' crown."
[18:57] Nezumi says, "I'll pay ya back the res' soon."
[18:57] Enrica says, "Óh, thank you. Corporal Nezumi."
[18:57] Twinging at the other boy he'd furrow his brow deeper and make his way over to the other and quickly grasping for his shirt collar to hold him closer.

"You looking to get your ass kicked?!" He'd grind his teeth in spite.
(Rayl Aksel)
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[18:57] Nezumi stumbled against the wall. He'd be in pain, of course. His stomach cut from the fight he had in Docro manor still radiating throughout his body. Would he say anything about it? Of course not. But it was a pretty nasty wound. He wouldn't even be walking right now if he wasn't a blood or bone magi.. "...No problem."

The rat would smile. Giving an almost...sorrowful look to the young woman as he stood there, grabbing his stomach. His eyes were a bit red too, it seemed. But something would be odd about him. He was quieter than he usually was. Less eccentric too. "Anythin'...interestin' happen here?"
(Nezumi)
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[18:57] Felt as if this was a familiar scene, except this time he wasn't facing a grown man. Just another teen with no clue what was going on. So, with that smirk present the youth just shot back.

"Oh, so you can hear! Alright, lets see if you can learn." With a jerk the boy's head shot forwards and he just bashed his forehead into Rayl's nose. The act came quick and it was clear the youth hadn't a clue how fighting actually worked but he'd just been told he was a magi!

Why would he disappoint his teacher with backing down from a challenge like this? Especially when it was with an idiot who couldn't understand the basic premise of taxation! Really, he was doing something good for the empire and his teacher in one blow.
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:57] Maybe he is more quieter because he is maturing? Probably less eccentric, something caused by age too? Or just out right the nasty stomach cut that is probably smelling of blood, that brings Enrica's attention.

Her eyes widening and thinking while he is acting so tough, why does almost everybody in Achyon act like they need to be a titan. Strong. Powerful. That they need to surpass everything alone... when the Machine only functions well with the help of all cogs working together.

"Not at all... just a small kid not knowing how to read a sign and now picking up a fight with a smarter kid.", the worry filling her bright eyes being really clear as she looks directly to Nezumi, "And you don't need to act strong, Corporal Nezumi. You aren't fine, are you?"

"Do you need any help?"

Probably... she wants to see if he admits to needing any help before starting to help him with his nasty injury.
(Enrica)
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[18:57] Stumbling back from the sudden headbutt some blood dripping from his nose. As he scrambled he'd eventually catch his balance and hold himself straight with a deadly scowl on his visage.

He'd then rush back in headstrong with a raised fist and a mighty yell. "Yragh!"
(Rayl Aksel)
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[18:57] {Won Aggressive RPB against Rayl Aksel}
[18:57] ** Lyulf Yayle has inflicted an injury upon Rayl Aksel. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "") **
[18:57] In truth? Well, Lyulf was a little surprised at the effectiveness of the headbutt. It wasn't like he'd always been a scrapper, a smart ass? Sure, but a scrapper? No, not really. So when the boy bounced back Lyulf suddenly realized he had to back up his big talk for once.

The boy's mana flared as he felt the flush of Uma's Belial blessed infusion flush through his mana circuitry. So this was how he did it! He just had to be fighting, just had to be HURTING someone, just had to be destroying SOMETHING. It was like the pieces fell into place in the youths mind and the visible *click* of knowledge of what life was about was echoed by the resounding *THWACK* as Rayl's fist connected with his chin.

His head snapped back and he stumbled into an old wooden cart. The following fists hitting his torso was almost overlooked as he felt the pain of the carts handle jabbing into his back. "F-fuck! By the Empir-" His words were eaten as a knuckle sandwhich landed in his jaw. His head jerked down to the side but when it looked back his eyes were ablaze with a fiery wrath. Fel-fire flicked at his frame as his eyes began to glow a burning amber, the crackling of electricity in his heart coming to the foundation.

"You're going to regret that!" With a wave of his hand the metal on the ground shot forwards and flattened themselves upon Rayl's body. For a moment they just stuck there and then the flaming youth brought his hand to the sky. His face knit in concentration as he summoned forth a bolt of plasma upon the youth.

The shocking move left the youth jittering and unstead on his feet! With a jerk the boy's head shot forwards again. This time as it connected with Rayl's nose the sound of crunching could be heard. Sending the boy the ground! He'd definetly gotten his nose broke, standing above him Lyulf's expression was just one of anger. As if he wasn't fully in tune with the fight.

"Don't hit my face idiot!"

That, that had been what pissed him off. Well, it was bound to happen with young boys.
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:57] Timothy... was not a soldier. Yet anyway, but his father had drilled the idea of duty into his skull from the first time he could understand words.

And more than that, the lad had ambitions and courage to match.

Admittedly, while these may have been SOME help, in that they got him to step forward to begin with it didn't actually help with the fact that he was a fifteen year old with no combat training, and only what little magical training he'd managed to tease out of his great grandfather's journal.

And so as he drew back his fist, he left himself wide open for striking, and didn't realize he'd been struck until he was already on the ground, one hand instinctively reaching towards the burning sensation on his chest.

'Why won't it reverse?' was the thought going through his head, as he passed out. Trying desperately to recall his progenitors formula to turn back an injury.
(Timothy Espaze IV)
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[18:57] Punch after punch the two were at it with one another until he was flattened by a metal pole despite his broken nose.

"D-damn it!.." He'd fell backwards now holding his nose and balling a fist with the other as his tears welled up in his eyes from the sheer pressure behind them.

"You hit like an ape." He'd state firmly, it was anyones guess whether it was an insult or a compliment. A small grin appearing on his face didn't seem to plead the case either, his eyes glancing up to Lyulf as if he hadn't truly won yet but.. Without much malice.

"I'm Lyulf." He'd mention with a small sniffle at his bloody nose before standing to his feet.
(Rayl Aksel)
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[18:57] Lyulf decided to take the comment as a compliment. Since, well he couldn't imagine being insulted after breaking the other kids nose. That'd be plain stupid after all. Still, as his arms crossed his chest and he leveled his cerulean hues upon the boy.

"Rayl huh?" The boy chewed on the inside of his cheek. In truth he was trying to figure out how he'd blasted the boy with a bolt of plasma. Surely, there was some way to do it again when Uma was around? His focus glazed over for a moment before he blinked. When his gaze returned to Rayl it was focus and harsh.

"Lyulf and of course I do. Stepping to me is asking for the big rounds." His casual reference to ammo was highlighted as he smirked. If he'd been a bit more down to earth the boy might have flexed but no it was the haughty route with him.
(Lyulf Yayle)
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[18:57] Fully standing and still beaten bloody the boy would hold his nose and smile with a laugh.

"Wahahahah!" He'd then give the boy a playful glare from afar. "You got me this time.. But next time, I'll be the stronger of the two."

His gaze then turned back to star fall and began walking. "I'll pay ya back for it someday."
(Rayl Aksel)
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[18:57] Lyulf's brow rose as he listened to Ryal laugh. Honestly he was tempted to throw another punch but he'd already broken a nose! What more could he break to deliver the message? Unless, perhaps that was the point? His lips curled into a wicked grin! Yea, now Rayl would come back and try again. When he did Lyulf would be ready.

"Go ahead and try it. I'll break your nose again and then take your coin." He waved his hand dismissively to the boy as he himself started to walk towards the entrance of the mines. As if Rayl was some kind of subordinate of his and not someone who'd just tried to rock his noggin a few times.

"Go ahead and scram." When he got to the cave entrance he'd just lean back against the cold stones. Watching Rayl leave and wondering if he'd been a bit to proactive in his approach. Eh, it didn't matter he'd won.

Glancing to the left he looked at Peitho's uniform. Wait, weren't they a bit young? Had the age of mandatory enlistment been lowered when he wasn't paying attention. "Nice uniform... Er, hey I'm Lyulf." As he spoke he'd offer a smile. The black eye from Rayl starting to shine bright! Well, that's what happened when you casually engaged in a fistfight with a stranger.
(Lyulf Yayle)
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