shake the hand that shook the world [open]

[scatmaam]

Who: Scathach and invited others (4th Wallers welcome!)
When: Late May, shortly after her post
Where: A ways outside the wall, imagining how wild this might get
What: It's time to punch a friend and drink with them, all out bedlam
Warnings: Violence, alcohol, will add more as needed!

[ A small platform had been set up in the clearing next to the makeshift bar and stacks of barrels for Scathach to stand upon and make the opening declaration to the gathered crowd of warriors. She pulled her mask down before speaking, assuring she wouldn't be misheard. And when she spoke, her voice came clear as thunder, and just as loud. ]

Alright, you bastards, listen up! This is a Warrior's Brawl, and we'll be operating under some rules that you'd damn well better pay attention to. Anyone caught violating them will be answering to me, and I won't hold back for anyone's sake. You got me?

[ After an affirmation, she continued ]

I expect you to conduct yourselves as warriors. That means no cheap tricks or unfair play. I don't care if you keep it above the belt or not, but don't be using anything cowardly like sleep spells or the like. If you think someone's cheating, I'll deal with the,

Secondly, the whiskey is on the house. I've got enough barrels here to keep the lot of you drunk for a week, so don't hold back! [ She gestured towards the bar, Jill already standing there ready to serve the crowd. ]

Regular whiskey to anyone, but the good scotch? That's only for winners, lads and lasses, so don't ask for it if you haven't put at least one opponent down today. [ A bright laugh. ]

Lastly, we've got volunteer medics on standby. This is a friendly brawl, so don't you dare go killing or maiming anyone. But if you do get hurt to the point you can't keep fighting, a medic will see you. Don't push yourselves to the point of idiocy. You don't have to prove anything to me.

[ With that, Scathach hopped down from the platform and spun her spear into place, pointing at the sky above with a wild grin. ]

Every warrior fight another! I'll share a drink with the last one standing!

[ So maybe there WAS a prize, in the end, huh? ]


[[ ooc: anyone can make their own open top levels on this post. just set up a prompt and away you go! fighting, drinking, seeing a medic, feel free to roll with it however you like! ]]

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[monotonality]

[Zero didn't come here for the drinking or the merriment. She won't turn it down immediately, but for her, there's only one point of coming. And that's to hone the only true skills she has left. So the dragon warrior stands; her meager white dress doing little to cover he expansive sets of scales that cover her chest, neck, arms and legs. One of those arms is entirely draconic to cover for the human one that had been lost before she arrived here.

The weapon that sits in her hand is an elaborate blade. But it's far from the only one she has.]

I'll warn you now, I'm not someone you wanna underestimate. [...] But if you want, you can choose the weapon I use. Doesn't matter to me.

[You have the choice of her sword, a nasty looking spear, chakram or combat bracers. The sword seems to be her natural choice, but she doesn't seem bothered by the idea of switching it up as she's told.]

[scatmaam]

[ Honestly, of all the folks that had shown interest in throwing down, this was the one that had caught Scathach's interests the most. It had been an age since she'd last crossed against a 'god' of any sort. The killing of which had cursed her with the eternal life, the separation from the Root of the World, of course... but the battles had been oh so thrilling, so lively, a high she couldn't help but be tempted by again.

The turnskin woman didn't wear any armor, either. She seemed to prefer tight fitting, but easily stretched garments, almost like fighting in one's own skin. A preference for most celts, really. Armor more often got in the way than it protected. Just some pauldrons or a helmet to protect from arrows were all most needed. And since there were no archers here, she did without them entirely. Her spear, blood red, was enough armament. ]

I'll test your spear against mine, first, if you'd be so kind as to indulge me...