you're never gonna keep me down

[dashing]

WHO: Carver, D'Artagnan, Herian, Sam (with some open prompts set before/after)
WHAT: In "honour" of the Grand Tourney, a group of Fereldan ex-refugees are hosting their own competition this month: Mud wrestling. The Inquisition's members have been invited to participate.
WHEN: prior to the travel to the actual tourney
WHERE: Kirkwall
NOTES: WRESTLING. The mud wrestling final vs some NPCs will be a group thread. Only the four participants can post open top levels set before/after, but anyone is welcome to tag into those.

Comments

[el_tybs]

While everyone else was already tossing in the mud, Sam and the third combatant from the opposing team were having their own stand-off. They each had initially ran in to join the fray and instead had intercepted each other. Now they were circling each other, sizing the other up and making feints. Every so often a hand would connect, making a wet slapping sound, but no confident grasps as their fingers slipped through the mud on their skin.

At one point though Sam shifts focus when he hears someone on his team yell out, and that's when the other man struck. Obviously his intention was to grab him square in the chest, but the mud slips his grip to Sam's midsection, which doesn't give him enough leverage to topple the mage over. Instead Sam bends over, counter-grabbing the other.

With neither of them able to simply shove the other over, it quickly becomes a dance of who can trip the legs out from their opponent.