it takes strength to live this way

[qunari]

WHO: Iron Bull and OPEN
WHAT: General summary of events during the end of the month. Drinking, fighting, more drinking, maybe a little flirting.
WHEN: Mid-to-late Wintermarch
WHERE: All over the damn place. Mostly the tavern and sparring ring, though.
NOTES: n/a

He was starting to feel a little restless. By now, the boss would have taken them all out on some exploit or another, and even if he was glad to be at Skyhold again? Sitting idle could grate on the nerves a bit.

The best way to counter that seemed to be throwing down in the training ring just outside the tavern, taking on all comers as well as training those that seemed of a mind to ask. Cullen had most of his people following their own regime, but if they wanted a swing at something else? He wouldn’t refuse them. Not everyone fought like a templar.

The rest of the time, Bull made himself easy to find. Easy to avoid, too, if that was the preference of some. And he knew it was, from the glimpsed he’d gotten of the Vashoth inside the keep. But it was no hardship holding court inside the comfort of the tavern, indulging heavily in drinks and working his way down the menu of available meals and snacks.

It was business as usual, for the most part. Even if he did feel a little more restless than usual. Had to find a way to get out, hit something that really had it coming.

Or find someone to pass the evening with. That might help.

Comments

[qunari]

"Right. That whole...taint thing. No thanks." Bull makes a face briefly before rolling his shoulders and settling back into position. Waiting. Watching her wind herself up, the energy a near palpable thing coiling up around her.

Well alright. Might be a decent fight after all.

With a grunt, Bull swung low to meet her slash, before pushing force it -- and her -- back a few steps. But he was baiting her, waiting to see what else she had up her sleeves, and if she was willing to throw her all into it?

Might get real interesting.

[unbrokenoath]

On the list of things she wasn't used to, having someone manage to bodily shove her back, wearing full armor and all, was right up there. He was strong, real strong. And he seems to have a good handle on it, to boot.

Well, this was going to be fun.

Kaisa raises her sword once more, and lets out another angry shout as she swings. This time, she aims higher, enough to throw her strength and her weight into it. Time to see just how much he could handle, before trying to form any plans that went further than 'hit him a lot'.

[qunari]

Easier to side-step than to block, angling to let the blow rake past his armored side before sweeping low at her legs. She's no slouch, but any perceived motion to overextend herself against a larger foe? He's going to take.

She's got some real heft behind the movement, however. He can see that. She coils, lets it gather, and then it explodes into action. Not many women he knows fight that way, preferring finesse, precision, speed. Not this Warden.

Well, figure you go up against the horde as often as they do, your technique probably changes.