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WHO: Krem and anyone that happens along.
WHAT: Krem is growing fidgety between missions and helping the repair effort, while Bull is out and about doing Important Inquisition Things
WHEN: Any time after the training ring is set up
WHERE: Skyhold
NOTES: Nothing in particular except it's a Krem and he's making a little bit of a spectacle of himself.

If there was one thing Krem was good at, it was winding himself up. While he and the Chargers had their missions, more often than not, he was around Skyhold, and he could almost feel himself atrophying.

The training ring had been set up almost immediately by Commander Cullen's forces, but for the moment, it was empty. Off on assignment, or else occupied elsewhere, this meant that there wasn't much by way of distraction when the bored, slightly agitated Charger when he rounded the posts marking the border of it. He had stripped off his armor except for his leathers, mail, and chestplate, leaving his arms exposed to the air He had his maul in hands wrapped with soft leather, and he seemed to be doing warmup maneuvers with it.

Over time though, it got more complex. Strikes turned into flowing stances, booted feet ground into the dusty dirt and kicked it up when he turned in place. It was clear why Bull valued him as a fighter, with a weapon heavier than the average human could easily wield turned into a blur around him. This was why he was a front-line fighter, how he'd kept himself alive through skirmishes, and how he kept his skills sharp on and off the battlefield.

He was faintly shining with sweat when he came to a halt, slinging his weapon over his back, heading for a bucket filled with cool water and dipping a tin cup into it that was resting on the nearby stones. Part of it was splashed on his face and rubbed through his hair as he caught his breath.

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Krem takes a moment to brush some of the dust off of Sam, then gestures back to the edge of the ring where the water bucket was still resting.

"Momentum and core strength," he answers simply. "We have to be able to get out of situations quickly, and holds like that, people tend to try them more often than not, especially when they've flanked us. It's not a bad move, but they underestimate who they're dealing with. Usually the ones that do that get their throats cut." He kneels and fills his cup with water, then hands it off to Sam. "How's your leg?"

Sam raises a brow at Krem as he assists him in dusting him off, then gives a shrug when the man starts heading over to the edge of the ring. He's fully intent on following behind, but as soon as he puts weight on his right leg Sam finds himself crumbling towards the ground suddenly. Thankfully, he catches himself with his other leg, giving a light hiss in pain.

He's not particularly listening to Krem as he walks off, currently a bit more focused on working out the pain he's suddenly in. His leg is numb and there's a painful tingling sensation traveling up and down his nerves. The feeling doesn't go away quickly either, which is even more bothersome.

When Krem turns around with his arm out with a cup - did he say something about leg? - Sam simply just looks at the Charger from where he's standing; he hasn't moved. The look isn't angry, but with the slight wince accompanying it, it is obvious that the Mage isn't happy either. He crosses his arms, still keeping the weight off the leg. "I'm sorry, I missed all that. I'd love to hear it, but perhaps you can explain that other thing you did to me."

Edited 2015-10-25 01:04 (UTC)

Krem knows he shouldn't find this funny, but he can't help the snort as he goes over to Sam to offer an arm to keep him standing upright.

"Best way to hobble someone without doing permanent damage," he explains, holding the water up with the other hand. "Kills the muscle for a time, makes sure you can't be chased. Come on, we'll find you a place to sit 'til it wears off."

Well it looked like Krem was enjoying himself. Despite being a little annoyed, Sam cannot help the small smile starting to tug at the corners of his mouth, choosing to look away a bit so Krem cannot see it. At seeing something being offer through the corner of his eye, Sam eventually looks back. He tentatively takes the mug. "Or harder for someone to run away if you're going to chase them down..." he mutters against the lip of the mug before taking a drink.

Sitting down sounds good. It would be a lot easier for him to take a look at his leg when he wasn't in danger of falling flat on his face. Though trying to hobble his way to the edge of the ring doesn't sound all that fun.

Drinking about half the cup, Sam then pours some over his head so that it would be easier to keep his hair out of his face. Followed by pouring the rest over Krem's head with a grin. It was all in good fun, and he needed to get the Charger back in some way.

"That too," Krem confirms with a quiet chuckle at Sam's muttering. He wraps an arm around the other man's back, starting to urge him toward the edge of the ring, letting most of his weight be supported easily, right up until his hair is suddenly dripping, and he has to parse the fact that Sam had just dumped a cup of water over his head. There aren't quite words that can express how he feels about that.

Eventually he just laughs, shaking his head hard enough for the droplets to fly off, hair falling over his brow as he reaches up and shoves on Sam's face lightly. "I know I deserved that but really?"

Sam cannot help but snort in amusement as a hand comes up and presses into his face. "Lieutenant, you should really watch where you put your hands. It is not above me to lick it if it is not removed soon." He'll do it. Sam isn't above pulling childish pranks and maneuvers if he has to.

"Yeah, really. I think it's fair considering how many times you got me on my ass or knees."

"You do that and I take no responsibility for just how much spit gets rubbed on your face," Krem replies, wrinkling his nose as he steers Sam to the fencing around the ring. He does wipe some of the water off his own face and pats Sam's cheek with the damp hand. "Anyone else hears you saying that they'll start thinking I'm doing more than just beating on you," he points out, giving Sam a toothy grin.

Sam chuckles, allowing Krem to help him to the fence. He does raise his brow at the Charger patting his cheek with a wet hand, mostly because it doesn't do much since he had water on his head as well.

Once they reach the fence, Sam gives a sigh and eases himself to sit on the top of it. Eventually he'll have to get himself to the ground to look at his leg easier, but at least he can relax just a bit without falling over.

He has to think for a moment at what Krem is referring to, but once he gets it he grins. "Ah, well. That's a very attractive set of images there. Bit of a sadist, huh?"

"Just rub the spot, try not to move much, it'll go away. Probably ache like a bitch for a little while, but that's about all," Krem says and leans on the fence beside him, nudging the uninjured leg. He wrinkles his nose at the joking, shaking his head. "You're the one that said it first, I'm holding you entirely responsible."

"Take responsibility for you making dirty suggestions? I think I can shoulder that." He nudges Krem right back, but with his arm, chuckling a bit as he does so.

It's not the worst pain he's been in, but it certainly uncomfortable, every once in a while hissing out slowly when it flairs up if he moves just a bit. "Maybe next time if you're going to show me hand-to-hand, you could teach me first. As fun as having you beat me silly... I'd like to know how not to let that happen."

"You're the one going on about being put on your knees. Should've put you flat on your face," Krem snorted, then nodded. "This was good for showing how much you know as far as physical combat goes though. Tells what needs more work right off. The magic, 's good for evasion, just need to be able to do something besides ducking away from things and when your mana's out, next best thing's your staff, or your fists."

Sam just continues to grin, and lets it drop there. He'd rather not make it awkward or weird, not with finally getting Krem to open up to him a bit. He feels tingly by that, and it's not the numbness in his leg.

"I could have told you I sucked majorly at using my fists. Wrestling? I can handle that. Knowing how to use my weight in a punch? Not so much." Sam chuckles then winces when he tries to straighten out his leg; still a ways to go. "Having a staff would have been a lot better honestly. I know how to fight with that, and yes I mean without magic. And I'll have to admit my magic was a bit lackluster in there. Setting you on fire did not sound appealing."

"I would rather avoid being set on fire, if it's all the same to you," Krem snorts, wrinkling his nose some at the idea. "There's a different between swinging your fist, and swinging your entire arm into a punch. I can show you the difference when you're not in as much pain," he offers with a grin, though whether that difference would be demonstrated on Sam himself remained to be seen.

"Obviously all the same to me. I wouldn't have put that barrier up on you for that one fireball if I thought otherwise." He grins remembering that little stunt. That had been thrilling.

Sam completely misses the way Krem grins, but he can hear the amusement in his voice. "That sounds promising. The more I know about techniques that don't require magic the better. You just never know."

"If I end up on fire I'm blaming you anyway," Krem teases, then nods some. "That's the idea at least. Should know enough to keep you and your people alive. 'specially if you do come to work under Bull with us."

"What, even if I'm not there? That sounds unfair... or you just think I'm that good to pull that off." He hums lightly at that thought, testing out his leg again. There was still a bit of pain, but he could move it now.

At the mention of Bull, Sam stops and tilts his head, a slow smile coming to his face. "So I take it that little display got you reconsidering that I would be more useful then just working forges here, huh?"

"Oh no, I still think you'd be useful there, but you'd be useful either way," Krem points out, reaching up and tousling Sam's hair roughly. "And yes. Every time I catch fire, it'll be your name I curse. 's just the way of things, now."

Sam snorts, amused, both at being told that he was useful 'either way'and Krem messing up his hair. He blushes lightly at that, not used to someone else doing that. Most of the time it's because he's too tall for someone else to do it, and just... the last time he remembered it happening was when he was still with his father and aunt.

Despite it being a bit rough Sam leans into it a bit, somewhat lost in thought. Only for a moment though, a smile quickly coming onto his face to cover up the deep thought he had been in. "Better be careful, Lieutenant. Anyone else hears you saying my name might start thinking you're doing more than just beating on me." There's a smirk on his face now, throwing back the words Krem had said to him not too long ago. He's very much aware that might earn him a good wallop

Edited 2015-10-28 21:29 (UTC)

It does get him a punch in the arm, but that's really the worst of it.

"You seem to be enjoying it," he teases and pushes off, taking the cup back to the bucket and leaving it there for others who might come along. When he comes back, he crouches and puts a hand under Sam's leg, up near the back of his knee, urging it to bend slowly with the other hand. If it could bend a few times to ninety degrees, he could at least limp his way to supper.

"Ow!" It's said with a laugh and mostly to be dramatic. It does hurt, but nothing that he cannot handle. Still he reaches up to rub it. Sam wonders for a moment how many bruises he should expect to be finding in the morning. "Hearing my name? Yeah." A chuckle there, though honestly he's not sure if that was what Krem was referring to.

Sam continues to flex his leg when Krem walks off. There is honest consideration in seeing if he should use some magic to help it along, but the thought stops when the Charger returns. At first Sam tenses, fully expecting for Krem to flip him over the fence, but when it is simply him testing his movement he relaxes.

"Still feels funny, but I can at least feel my foot. I shouldn't be falling over."

"Getting knocked around," Krem snorts at the look on Sam's face, though he figures he can surprise Sam later, coming up and saying his name. Possibly loudly. Just to see him jump.

As he stretches Sam's leg back out, Krem glances up, a brow arching up at the mage watching him as if expecting him to continue picking on him. Not really an unwarranted suspicion, but still.

"Don't walk on it 'til you're sure. Rather not have your knee unhinge on you while you're walking.

"Completely different experience." He isn't so much agreeing that he likes getting knocked around, but also not denying it. It is certainly different. "You seem to enjoy offering help with it." Half joke, half serious, Krem definitely had a smirk on his face whenever he put Sam on the ground.

"I already have a natural talent in falling into things. Not having my knee unhinge would be most helpful." He gives a huff, leaning back on the fence a bit, waiting to get some more feeling in his leg. Last thing he needed was to go face first into the stairs.

"Have to offer some kind of incentive if you're going to let me keep doing it." Krem grins up at him, rubbing his fingers down the back of Sam's knee then standing up and offering a hand to help him stand and test how much weight he can put on the leg now. In any case, he did want to help Sam get a little better at his physical combat. It would be quite important, if he ever actually did take him up on joining up with the Chargers. Bull wouldn't accept someone that couldn't carry their own weight, on the battlefield or off.

Taking the offered hand, Sam pulls himself up, teetering ever so slightly on the injured leg before balancing out "Thanks." After just testing how much weight his leg could take, Sam walks in a small circle. There's still a limp to his step, but he doesn't feel like he's about to fall over.

"So is the incentive... getting my ass kicked more in exchange for lessons?" He smiles, honestly curious. He never shied away from getting dirty or a bit roughed up if it meant he would get better.

"And getting patched up by the one putting you on the ground every few minutes. I could leave you to tend to your own, but that's just rude." Krem steps back to give him space to test his leg, hands on his hips. "See, your leg isn't about to fall off."