Carol
HP: 39/39
Tempo: 3-1 / ~
Focus: 6 / 6
Defense: 15 (8) 
Movement: 

Attack 2:
Richard
Horace, as slick and dexterous as ever, manages to Parry the first punch thrown at him to the side before finishing G2. Then there was the kick, as Horace uses the fainted man's body for his own good, a human shield.
Erin
**Round 3 RR** 
Horace is no longer **Grappled** As his grappler is incapacitated. 

**Round 4 AP PC** 
It looks like that the last enemy is... Pretty iffy about the whole thing. The fight's result now looked pre-determined, and G3 looks very unsteady. 

One of the guy on the side cracked his knuckles, looking pretty uneasy and ready to join the fight. As he stepped forward, the leader of the gang stopped him with his arm. 

"I'll join next." 

Already, they are taking bets for the next fight. 

It is Horace's turn versus one last poor sod.
Carol
Straight to the boss, no mini required
Richard
*The elf seemed ready for his next move, the fellow on top of him to be used as ammo against the other. Though it didn't seem necessary, as G3 backs down and the boss takes the stage.*

*He chuckles lightly, pushing G2 off him and pushing the corpse off the ring.*
"Alright then, straight the the head. Saves me some trouble..."

*Horace stretching lightly, warming up before the other enters the ring.*
"Come on then, my beers getting warm!"
Erin
**Round 4 AP GM**
The guardman walked into the room, rolled his shoulders and cracking them. 

"You'll fight me next" 

***"Wooo! He's entering the ring!"*** The bets started to be placed rapidly as he readied his stance. 

**Round 4 RP skipped**


**Round 5 AP PC** 
**Horace starts with 5 tempo from hits scored on previous round**
His opponent readied himself. He is wearing a gambeson. It's time for Horace to strike.
Carol
HP: 39/39
Tempo: 5-4 / ~
Focus: 6 / 6
Defense: 15 (8) 
Movement: 
Attack 1: 24|7|6 Flurry of Blows
Attack 2: 20|9
Richard
The elf would come out swinging as the round begins, his first strike hard and fast. A right hook swinging up and slamming the boss in the jaw. As well as a quick lower jab into his stomach for good measure.
Erin
The leader pumped his fists and took a deep breath, feeling his perception of time slowing. He eyes his opponent carefully, then moved in aggressively to land two punch. One of them crossed the path of Horace's fist, landing square in his jaw as he got slugged in the face. The other jab was parried nimbly by his hand. 

The leader reeled back from the impact, ready to counterstrike Horace for exposing himself. But so is Horace ready to do the same.

Def: 21
Atks:
16, 11
Carol
HP: 33/39
Tempo: 4-3 / ~
Focus: 6 / 6
Defense: 15 (8) 
Movement: 
Attack 1: 23|11 Riposte
Attack 2:
Richard
Horace grunts as he's hit, the two stumbling back from each other. It seemed they were equally matched, both moving to Riposte each other's opening.
Carol
HP: 27/39
Tempo: 4 / ~
Focus: 6 / 6
Defense: 15 (8) 
Movement: 
Attack 1: 10|10
Attack 2: 13|11
Richard
Horace, although landing a much more powerful hit was damaged all the same. Stumbling back a moment before attempting to quickly recover. Quickly rushing in for another two attacks, punching at the guard
Carol
HP: 27/39
Tempo: 4 / ~
Focus: 6 / 6
Defense: 15 (8) 
Movement: 
Attack 1: Parry/Evade! 
Attack 2:
Richard
The elf, though not untouchable was still well in the game. The man's movements seeming to slow as he throws and uppercut Horace's way. The elf would quickly duck back against the fist, letting it hit the air entierly
Erin
As Horace managed to dodge the two attacks, the man quickly followed with a low punch to the groin with the other hand. However, Horace bent his hip just in time to avoid the hit to his balls, resetting the two's position back into a neutral stance. Another round of combat was on.

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Riposte: 13 - Miss!
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Round 7 AP
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Richard
Horace, regaining his natural stance couldn't help but huff loudly. Staring back at the man before him, who seemed to be in much worse a state than Horace could ever be. 

The elf smiles back at him, panting heavily as he took a few seconds to recover.
"Well, you're doing pretty well for one old man. Care to throw in the towel, or do you want to end the night unconscious?"
Erin
*The bossman backed off, looking at him as he wiped off the blood from his face.* 

"Cocky, ain't ya." 

*He said with a tone of bitterness, and looked at him, then at the unconscious men on the floor.*

"...Fine, you win." *He threw up his hands, and crowd erupted in cheers - except for those who bet on the bossman instead of the tall elf - which is most of them.* 

*Soon, Horace would find himself grappled by dozens of the men who betted on him, and he has accidentally made rich.* 

*After being thrown in the air numerous time, Horace would either find a way out or to escape, and returned to the familiar looking bartender.* 

"Congratulations, here's your take." 

*He lined up the silver coins - a grand total of 2600 SP worth.* 


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Quest Complete - Fight Club - 40 XP, 2600 SP Gained!
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