Cheryl
According to a certain school of thought, being in a tipsy state granted one better deductive capabilities, which translated to problems being solved faster.

Of course, there is hardly evidence pointing to such things being true. And even if they were, Senri would most definitely qualify as an outlier.

"Thou doth make sense indeed." She admitted, head swaying slightly from right to left. "But these parts have been strange of late, and I cannot take thine words at face value. I am sorry."

Exhaling softly, she drew her shorter blade and took up a fighting stance.

"If you must pass regardless... Take up thy arms, little one."
Gregory
"Tch-" 
*The woman clicked her tongue and gave Senri a sharp glare. Wordlessly, she draws what seems to be a spear out from under her skirt. Regardless of the logistics, she assumes Spearwall defensive stance. It seemed she was done being polite as a maid should be. Now it was time to show off the Knight side of her title.*
"You'll be the little one here, after I cut you down to size."
Mamie
Where do you want to start off (blue dot) also since we share the same initiative maybe we can decide turn order for each round by rolling a d20 each, higher one moves first
Christopher
Works for me, and the position is good as well me thinks
Mamie
Let's roll for turn order then
Cheryl
The oni advances slowly, until the distance between them had been reduced greatly — just out of range for a two-handed weapon to hit, in fact.

Then she kept the shorter blade, leaving only the katana out, and made no further movements.
Gregory
"A duel then." 
*Ray watches Senri closely, apparently able to see in the dark quite well. She seemed to be studying every angle of Senri's position. She tightens the grip on her spear and confirms her stance, drawing on her weapon's Spearwall.*

*If the woman dared to get close she'd be met with firm punishment.*
```Class feature Duel Engaged```
Cheryl
The oni closed the gap, misses a point blank grab, and clicks her tongue before feinting with her blade.
Gregory
*There has been a saying passed down through the Custodes Legion since it's inception. That's saying is, "The more you fuck around, the more you find out."*

*Clearly, Senri was about to find out. With an injured body and injured pride, Raylen goes on a deadly offense. She brings her spear across Senri's chest at an initial blow, before plunging the weapon deep into the woman again in a brutal manner.*
"Submit or perish!"
Cheryl
"Ouch! Not bad at all, little one. Seems it'd be prudent of me to take this more seriously."

Her free hand crackles with lightning, bursting forth in an arc... And then she missed the subsequent charge. Another click of the tongue.
Gregory
"Silence knave!" 
*Raylen commands before she's cut off by the crackle of lightning. Pain surges through her body as she screams, but seems to bear through it. Vengeance is hers as yet another two swift, deadly jabs of her spear stab into Senri.*

"Submit!" 
*She barks again. She knows Senri likely wouldn't last another blow, backed against the bridges' wall. As angry as she is, she can't quite kill her here.*
Cheryl
"Ow ow ow, my poor back... Ah, well. You've bested me. I admit defeat."

Despite her words, the oni laughed quite loudly before dropping her blade, then kneeling down on the ground such that their eye level was more or less even.

"Well then! I've lost - *Hic!* - so do with me as you will."
Gregory
*Raylen stared in minor disbelief at Senri. Her stance relaxing as her opponent dropped her sword. The spontaneous fight seemed to be over...*

"Fool... What was that even for?" 
*She questioned, seeming to tuck her spear away only to find a pistol in her hand as a replacement. She then seemed to think about what to do... She should take her to the authorities no doubt. But that would make her late status even worse, and with no proof...*
"You're coming with me... My lord will know what to do with you."
Cheryl
"Mhm? A fight is a fight. What purpose does it need to serve beyond that?" Another boisterous chuckle elicted from the oni, who was still very drunk as far as she herself was concerned.

...From an outsider's perspective, Senri was definitely way too relaxed. And her shift in mood was most certainly not normal.

"Fine by me~"
Gregory
*Raylen's eyes twitched. She did not enjoy battle, and the waste of bandaging and medical supplies would be heart breaking. She would most certainly pay.*

*Being sure to never take her eyes off Senri, Raylen inches towards her groceries. Picking up the basket and training her pistol on the woman.*
"Come on then. It's a long walk, and you have a rough day ahead of you tomorrow."
Christopher
``` Some time later ```
Gregory
*As the two trecked onwards, they'd seem to come upon a manor. Windows light with the yellow tint of candles, as if the house could not rest despite the time. The guard at the front door allows them to pass upon seeing Raylen, and their inside quickly.*

*The building's interior is well kept, a testament to Raylen's skill. They seemed to be in the living room, where a fire place roared and a man sat in a red felt chair.*
Ruben
"Raylen! You're finally back. Once the sun had set I had begun to worry... Who's that?" 

*The man stands, making himself known. A beastkin, more specifically a cat. Well groomed and comfortably dressed, he stares with concern and suspicion at the stranger.*
"And why is she hurt?"
Cheryl
Unfortunately, while the walk helped with circulation, Senri was still drunk. Less so compared to on the bridge, but most definitely nowhere near 'sober'. Thus she was restricted to the basic skill 'coherent speech', but not 'reading the room' or 'logical thinking'.

"I lost to her in a fight, so here I am! As for my identity... Mhmm, I should have my papers somewhere..."
Gregory
"It is as she says... I apologize for the wait, as well as the waste of supplies. We both have sustained injuries..." 
*Raylen spoke with a deep regret, having to put her master out like this. She nudged Senri as if she should apologize as well, though she suspected the idea was lost on her.*

"I have gathered dinner from the market, and will begin cooking after I lock up this woman."
*Raylen offered a bow to her lord, and gave a more forceful push to Senri with the barrel of her pistol.*
Ruben
*Alex seemed pensive about the moments described to him. Who was this woman in custody? Why did she attack? Why did she look so calm with such wounds...*
"Yes... Make sure you dress her wounds as well. I won't have a corpse on my property before we alert the guards."
Cheryl
Senri's gaze alternated between the two of them, and then she connected the dots and tilted her head towards Raylen.

"Ah, so you were a real maid after all. My apologies on that front, at least. And the good fellow here must be your employer? Sorry I ended up delaying your meal-Ow!"

The oni pouted, but acquisited to the pushing either way.
Ruben
*Alexander glances to the woman as she speaks, but doesn't seem to respond. Instead, that duty is bestowed upon Raylen.*
Gregory
"Yes, I am; Yes, that is my lord. A simple apology will not be enough." 

*Raylen spoke sternly as she pushes Senri onwards. Through the twisting stone walls and through what seemed like a section of rooms. They stop at the last door on the hall, to which Senri is pushed inside.*

*Looking around, the room seemed unreasonably nice for that of a prisoner's room. Granted the lock to keep people out was instead a lock to keep people in. Raylen locks said door, and peeks through the barred slot in the door.*
"I will be back later with bandaging... Try not to bleed everywhere."
Cheryl
"If that is thine wish..." The oni shrugged, eyeing the furniture and ultimately making the decision to sit on the floor instead. At least cleaning that would be simpler than getting it onto anything else.

It would be after Raylen left that Senri decided to take a gander at bandaging herself, despite, well... Not having any experience in that field. Then again, surely slapping pieces of cloth across wounds wasn't that difficult? Though she didn't exactly have any bandages on hand...

Anyone coming in to check on her next would find cloth haphazardly wrapped around her chest and crudely tied, with blood still seeping and dyeing it red it certainly would be one of the bandaging attempts of all time.

Her arm cover lay on the floor besides her, having been cannibalized for cloth, as did the upper half of her outerwear.
Gregory
*As Raylen returned, the sound of a cart followed her. A cart containing medical supplies. She unlocks the door, and steps inside to find... What she could only describe as a mess before her. She stares in minor disbelief, a look that turns into annoyed glare.*
"Tch- Fool. I said I would bandage you, did I not?" 

*She approaches the woman and observes her attempts at stopping the bleeding. Her final grade taking form in a final word.*
"Wrong." 

*Without further ado, Raylen begins to undress and redress Senri. Specifically her wounds, moving efficiently and without mercy for what pain the woman might experience.*
Cheryl
"And I heard thee. But it's better to get it on mine clothes than the floor, no?"

The oni shrugged, staying relatively still through it all and staring at Raylen with much curiosity, though she did wince at the assessment score handed out. "Hey, cut me a little break. I don't know a thing about medicine. Besides..."

She crossed her arms, a pondering expression appearing on her face. "Why *Are* You even bandaging me up, little one? I don't recall there being any Runran customs that the winner of the fight should be taking care of the loser."
Gregory
*Raylen scowled at Senri's reasoning. Grabbing her arms rather roughly and stopping her from crossing them. She needed Senri to be still and free to bandage her.*
"I hate people who don't listen." 

*Raylen continued to work, and soon enough Senri found herself not quite comfortable, but not leaking blood either. The maid stands up, seemingly finished with her task.*
"Because my lord commanded me so. How could a maid do otherwise?"
Cheryl
"I mean, you told me that you would bandage me, and not to get my blood everywhere. All things considered—" She shrugged again. "I'd say I did a good job of listening to you. Credit where it's due, mhm?"

Seeing as the maid was done with patching her up and was once again standing, Senri crossed her arms once more, looking up at her.

"Hmm... Nope, I still don't get it."
Gregory
*The Maid simply turned away from Senri, denying the drunk's supposed glory. She picks up the excess bandaging, tossing them into the cart.*
"No, I suppose you wouldn't. Someone like you wouldn't know what it means to serve." 

*She breathed out a 'hmph', and moved to exit the room.*
"Now that you won't die- Try to sleep. We'll take you to a guard house in the morning."
Cheryl
"...You're right." And for the only time that evening is her tone somber, the oni slowly rising to her feet. But she doesn't move or reach out — just stood there.

"I've done a few stints behind a counter. Nothing fancy, but it's give-and-take when it comes to work. And the way I see it, you're doing a lot of the giving without any of the taking, so if that is what it means to serve, then yes, I wouldn't understand it."

Having said thus, she moved over to a nearby chair and took a seat, a little sigh escaping her lips. "Either way, thank you for treating my wounds. I'll see you when the sun rises, little one."
Gregory
*Raylen simply shakes her head as she closes the door. An echoing click as she locks the door at steps back. Giving Senri a final look before stepping back.*

*Then, she steps away, guiding the cart along with her. Senri will have a peaceful, if not painful night of healing ahead for her.*
Christopher
Have fun in prison maybe Jos can help you escape
Mamie
She'll just either wait it out or break out