Erin
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In a tavern in Salvainia
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It is just a regular day for Horace. Nothing wrong will ever happen this day. Probably. 

He would wander into a local tavern for drinks, picking either one of the table or sitting at the bar. Today's crowd looked a bit more... Feistier than usual. It seems there's a large gang of human in the bar itself, congregating for some sort of raucous celebration. 

Some of them gave him a glance as he entered, looking at his ears.
Richard
*A fine day for drinking, and a finer one for brawling. Though Horace wouldn't learn of the second part until later in the day. Entering the bar, the elf pays no mind to the crowds of people. His attention set on the bar as he makes his way through, taking a seat on the far corner of the counter.*

"Mug of ale please."
Erin
Horace sat down on the far corner of the bar, either the one right next to the tap or the one next to the plates. There were a few merry patrons at the bar themselves, talking about their latest adventure. One is a red-faced, burly looking Macen, introducing Horace and the rest of the bar to more ethnic group and racial epithet than one could even hear of. The rest of the counter seems to be awkwardly drinking, silenced by the unexpected boldness. 

The bartender polished one of the bar and poured a mug of ale for Horace, charging him a single copper for the drink,"Welcome, what's your name?"
Richard
*Horace would chuckle to himself at the Macen's choice of words. There were a few good ones in there he hadn't heard before. Though, as before, the elf did ignore the boldly worded macen. After all, words were words, and it's not like he'd spill his drink or somethin'...*

*The elf nods, placing a coin down for the tender and taking his drink. He raises an eyebrow at the bartender's question though, looking up from his drink.*
"My name? Awfully interested for a bartender ain't ya?" 

*Asked the thief, his intent on not answering clear to the tender.*
"Thanks for the drink."
Erin
"Need something to mark you down by if you want to pay on the slate" *On the slate was the names of several customer and a slate for the entire group over there.*

The bartender went back to preparing the drinks for the other, and then turned to the kitchen,"Is the chicken done yet? The customers are getting rowdy!" 

*It is at this moment the burly man stood up and walked up to Horace, trying to pinch his ears.* 

"Oi! You little elf prick, what's with that funny smug face of yours, eh? You lookin' to start trouble?" *Said the man who was starting trouble, right now.*
Richard
*It seemed the elf wouldn't be able to enjoy his drink tonight, as after taking just a sip he was already being bothered. He looks up at the macen who seemed to be reaching for him, smacking away his hands easily.*

"The hell- Back off shitter, trying to drink here!"
Erin
"WHO ARE YOU CALLING A SHITTER, YOU ELVEN TWAT!"

*The man loudly proclaimed, making multiple men in the tavern turning around and standing at attention. Looks like he isn't the only racist here! Or maybe they're just curious. Who know.*

"Hey hey, you two, take it outside! I'll keep your drink for you, OK, whichever of you come back standing, just please DON'T fight in the bar." 

*It is at this point that someone who is observent would've noticed that the stools were bolted to the ground.*
Richard
*The elf only rolls his eyes in response, sighing as the bartender yells out. He stands, motioning to head out the door before doing so himself. He didn't wanna fight, but it wouldn't take long. His beer better still be there though.*
Erin
*The bartender let out a sigh of relief. The burly man beat his own chest proudly, as he walked out the bar with him.* 

"You bet I'll be the only one coming back standing, you tiny elven twat!" 

*For some reason, keen observer would've noticed that Horace was in fact, taller than this burly man. Though he has quite a bit of horizontal growth.*

*The burly man readied his fists and prepared to punch Horace. For multiple reason, he would've got the feeling this would've been an... Exceedingly easy fight.* 

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Brawl Start - Round 1, PC Act First
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Carol
HP: 39/39
Tempo: 0 / ~
Focus: 6 / 6

Movement:
Attack 1: |14|11|
Attack 2: |20|5|
Richard
The elf swiftly blocks the punch with his right hand, delivering two blows to the Macen's stomach with his left. One in the gut and the second to the head
Erin
The peasant make two punches. The first one is blocked swiftly, the second one is so wild off the mark it didn't hit. 




The first punch was sent straight into his solar plexus, making him let out a gurgling scream that could be heard inside the tavern. 

The second one landed right on his head, and the man dropped down the second after on the floor, unconscious. 

One of the observer went,"There goes Marcus." 

Now Horace can return to the bar. What is the worst that could happen?

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Horace gain 2 Tempo but lose it anyway as there won't be a fight immediately following this one... Not that he know. 
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Richard
*Horace sighs, shaking his head at the waste of a man.*
"Could of just sat there and enjoyed your drinks..."

*The elf soon steps over his corpse, entering the bar once more alone.*

"Bartender! 'Nother beer please, gonna need two after that..."
Erin
"That was quick." One of the patron commented. The bartender poured another ale for him, this time on the house. 

"This one's on the house for you." *Horace could hear quite some whispering below, and it seems a group of some sort of forming behind him, considering of several really fit men, they are whispering something.*

Horace would listen in to what they were talking about, while reading their facial expressions. It seems the people there are itching for a fight after seeing Marcus get beat. An unarmed one. Also, judging by the fact several of them are carrying weapons, looks like they probably are not well trained in the art of unarmed fighting. 

Soon, one of them would approach Horace. 

"Hey, me and my lads are itching for a fight. Looked like you knocked out Marcus, fancy a fight outside?" 

The bartender raised his hand.

"You know we got the basement for that right? You keep doing that and the entire Imperial Guard is going to crash down into the tavern." 

"Basement it is."
Richard
"I've really got no reason to. Unless you wanna wager something, go fight with each other down there you loons."

*The elf is surprisingly able to enjoy his drink for a little longer, taking it and sipping i down till its empty. An uninterested look as his eyes glance from each of them, observing their weapons.*
"Hm-... I'll fight you all if you pay for my drinks after i win. It's really the least you could do, having disturbed my drinkin' twice and all.."
Carol
Bargaining, pay me now
Erin
"You heard that? He's asking for a fight club fight!" *The bartender laughed.* 

"Fight at the basement! Bet's open! House's taking a tenth, winner's taking a quarter of bet!" 

*The bar erupted into an uproar. Now the bartender stared at Horace, trying to peer pressure him into the fight club.* 

"So, you won't turn this down, right?"
Richard
*The elf seems abit surprised at the commotion before him, his intent to discourage them backfiring. Well, at least he had some motivation... The elf sighs, standing up and glancing at his second beer. Quickly snatching it from the table and downing it in a second.*
"I can't stop now, can i? Let's go you crazy asses."

*The thief says, putting the cup down with a thump and grinning back at the bartender.*
"Hope you're ready to clean up after us, it'll be one hell of a mess after."
Erin
"Don't worry, the club's designed for this." 

*The group would lead down to the basement. It seems a few dozens men are already throwing down bets, and one of them is already taking.* 

"Alright, I'm betting you won't last - but you will fight three of our youngest lad, and if you win that, you fight the tough guy here" *He said, pumping his fist against the chest of a particularly strong looking man*

"And if you win that too, you fight me." *He cracked his knuckles.* 

"Enter the ring" 

The ring is around 6 x 6 m in diameter, and they would be surrounded by observer. There isn't much room for moving - plenty of room for tackling, grappling and selecting targets. 

"You ready?" 

The burly man ordered three of the fit looking young man forward, who kept on their gambeson, entering the ring. They readied their fists. 

"Put your bet now! The tall elf or the three lads! Take your bet now! Fight start in 60 seconds!" 

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Round 1 AP - PC 
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The three gangsters took their position. All four of them would be in striking position against eachother.

G1:?
G2:?
G3:?
Carol
HP: 39/39
Tempo: 0 / ~
Focus: 6 / 6

Movement:
Attack 1: 18|5
Attack 2: 18|11
Richard
Horace was readier than he'd ever be, sliding into a boxer like position. He steps in close to the grunt on his left, throwing a quick left jab at his face and then launching a more powerful right hook into his gut
Erin
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Round 1 AR
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The three men, in their arrogance, chose not to have one or two of them try to tackle Horace, instead all going for striking him from various sides. They approached him to attack him, only for Horace to dodge two of them's attack with a nimble sidestep. The man to the left wouild've scored two solid hit, if Horace didn't move in and punch the fuck out of him first, twice in a row, staggering him. 

The third one scored two hits on Horace, but Horace's iron body means he reeled back from the punch, hurt more than the defender themselves, with no visible effect on Horace.

Defensive Roll: 5 
Attacks: 5, 24, 16, 15, 14, 12 | 5 

G1 - 5 / 21
G2, G3 - Full. 

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Round 2 Reaction
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Horace may use **Riposte** As all six of them missed their attacks.
Carol
HP: 39/39
Tempo: 2-1/ ~
Focus: 6 / 6

Movement: 
Attack 1: Riposte - 33|12
Attack 2:
Richard
Horace seems to instantly retaliate as the third connects a blow, his left foot shooting out and hitting the gangster square in the gut.
Erin
As the first henchman miss a hit, Horace scored a perfect coutnerattack on them, stunning him with the strike and sending him back in the arena. 

He drop on the ground with a thud, unconscious and foaming at his mouth. 

"Well, shit." *The tough leader mumbled, as the other two looked at eachother then Horace uncertainly.*

Horace gains +1 Tempo. 

G2 and G3 is still up

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Round 2 Action - PC
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Carol
HP: 39/39
Tempo: 2-1/ ~
Focus: 6 / 6

Movement: 
Attack 1: 10|6
Attack 2: 11|8
Richard
Horace can't help himself but smile, watching as the two look between themselves. A bit of fancy foot work and punches in the air as if to intimidate them. 

He then rushes forward once more, planting two punches into G2's gut, one after another.
Erin
```R2 Action - NPC```
The two remaining henchman would defend themselves, and attempt to counterattack him and grapple Horace.


Atks: 9, 23 | 5
Grapples: 21, 15

**R2 AR**
The two punches Horace sent their way would've missed, with both of them parried to the sides. 

The henchmen attempted to punch him, with one missing wildly as Horace weaved out of the way, and the second one landing on Horace, only to be mitigated by his skillful parry that turned the punch ineffective. 

The two tried to tackle and pin down Horace, but Horace nimbly threw G2 off, resetting their position. G1 however, manage to tackle him and grapple him. 

 **Horace and G1 now have 1 defensive and offensive malus, requiring them to reroll their defensive rolls.**

**Round 2 Reaction Phase**
Horace may use **Riposte** As they've missed attacks.
Horace may use **Opportunity Attack** As they've attempted to grapple him.

**G1 Defensive Roll: -1**
Carol
HP: 39/39
Tempo: 1-0 / ~
Focus: 6 / 6

Movement: 
Attack 1: Riposte! - 16|10
Attack 2:
Richard
Horace grunts as he's tackles down to the floor, but wastes no time in a counter attack. Bringing his knee up and into G1s crotch.
Erin
**Round 2 RR** 
Horace score a rock solid knee into G1's crotch for a **Critical hit!**, sending him reeling back in pain. His grapple is still pretty solid, however. The observers are looking pretty darn uneasy now. Particularly the leader of the knight.

G2 - 9 / 21 - Grappling Horace
G3 - 21 / 21

**Round 3 AR**
Carol
HP: 39/39
Tempo: 1 / ~
Focus: 6 / 6

Movement: 
Attack 1: 8|5
Attack 2: 21|11
Richard
Horace frowns as his initial knee didn't seem to force G2 off him. The barrage continuing as Horace sends an upper cut up, following the reeling boys head. A second attack, almost seeming like over kill delivered to his crotch once more