[closed] speaking of fights

[onlyhymns]

WHO: Merrick, Cade, and the people who arrive to clean up the remains
WHAT: Merrick has a score to settle. All over Cade's face.
WHEN: the night of the soiree
WHERE: Cade's room
NOTES: Warning for ... I mean it's probably gonna be mostly violence.

It's been an hour or so since Cade first arrived back in his cell-like room and slammed the door behind him, then proceeded to drop to the floor and hyperventilate for a while. Hadrian, the Tranquil currently keeping watch, predictably didn't care, and let him work it out for himself.
Exhausted by his entire life, Cade settled down for the night, and rather than try to sleep with his thoughts spinning as they are, he has taken to using the light from Hadrian's candle to read a book of his own.

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[metaari]

When Merrick had first slipped away, Metaari hadn't thought much of it. It was in his nature, after all, and Metaari couldn't fault him for that. But he had been standing near when he heard tell of an elf gone violent, and the image of Merrick flashed through his mind. He had searched for him in the hall, briefly, before finally mostly following the woman and the Tranquil, keeping enough distance to not alert them, but close enough to not lose them.

When they stop at the door it's his chance. Metaari can easily see over their heads and his eyes widen slightly. Instinct takes over and he pushes through, growling out a sharp "Move," as he shoves between them, darting into the small room. Without a single thought for his own safety Metaari leans down and wraps his arms fully around Merrick's body and stands, ripping him off the beaten figure below him. "Merrick. Merrick! You have to--" stop being so squirmy, by the Maker, it's like trying to hold on to a fish "--calm down."

[dalishious]

"No!" Merrick screams. "No--"

He twists in Metaari's arms, fighting him relentlessly. That bloody face had stopped looking like Cade a long time ago-- the skin and hair had gotten darker, the nose longer and more prominent, spidery vallaslin over its surface. Merrick needs to get back to it and hit more, harder, beat it until it's nothing.

The screams he continues to let out are horrific to hear. They're wretched, like a wounded animal's, tearing brutally at his throat. He doesn't seem to register anyone else in the room, or even where he is.

[equanimiti]

This is exactly what Alayre honestly feared would happen.

While everything was settled all fine and dandy regarding the incident between Beleth and Cade, Alayre just knew subconsciously that he would be dealing with this matter for a second time. It wasn't widely publicized that Cade had been suspended from duty. Only the Templars, the Seekers, and Beleth herself all knew what transpired during that meeting for the most part. While news regarding Beleth's assault certainly reached the ears of many, Alayre did his best to keep the rest of this incident out of the mouths of others.

However, there's only but so much he could've done to prevent something like this from going down.

"Cade!?" The Knight-Commander entered the fray once the qunari subdued the elf. He briefly gave Merrick a glance before turning his attention to Cade. There was blood all over the floor, most of which Alayre suspected to belong to the blond.

[keeperofmagi]

She doesn't take well to being shoved past, and almost snaps at the Vashoth, but once he picks Merrick up, she instantly decides that she's glad that he's there, and instead of being angry with him gives him a sharp look and says.

"Get him out of here. Now."

She'd already drawn her sword, but it didn't seem like she needed it - though she stepped between Cade and the fighting, hissing, scrambling elf anyway - just in case he managed to slip out of the Vashoth's arm.

Alayre is another thing, but helpful, at least.

"Take Cade to the healer's tents. I'll be there shortly."

She doesn't say anything to Cade - she doesn't need to. That will come later.

[onlyhymns]

Finally granted a reprieve from the pummeling, Cade rolls himself back over in a daze, blood dripping from his nose and mouth onto the floor below. He's a terrible sight, the top half of his face already bruising and swelling, his eyes streaming, the bottom half under a solid sheen of blood.
Then he hears his name, and two familiar voices, and he knows it's too late; there's no controlling the situation now.
"No," he feebly protests, to an unspoken accusation, his chest tightening and his mind going on high alert as the pain starts to set in. He did it again, he's going to be taken or sent away, he's going to be killed, and no amount of diplomacy or pleading will stop it. This is it, the final, damning mistake.

[metaari]

Hearing Merrick scream like that physically hurts, cuts straight down to the core. Metaari doesn't know what he can do for him, not just yet, but he knows he has to get him out, even before the woman snaps the order at him. He shifts his hold, wrapping one arm around Merrick's legs, the other around his torso. He carries him bridal-style, wrapped in a tight ball, and turns to hurry out of the room, stopping only once to briefly glance back.

"We need to find Cyril," he finally mutters, looking down at Merrick wrapped firmly in his arms. He's using all of the strength he dares to in order to keep a hold of him as he hurries off down the hallway.

[equanimiti]

With or without Nerva's request, Alayre approaches to Cade. He already could hear the fear and defiance in the young man's voice but Alayre hopes to stifle it with assurance. "Don't worry." He begins. "I'm just taking you to a healer--" The Templar trails off as Merrick's screams echo throughout the halls. That elf always been a tad feral at best but right now Merrick is nothing more than a wild beast. This isn't the first time he witnessed Merrick lose his sanity. His memory stray to the days he spent in Hallows Mire.

"He is truly beside himself." Alayre mutters before reaching for Cade. He held out his hand towards him in hopes of coaxing Cade to come with him rather than outright grab him. "Nothing is going to happen to you. I swear it. We just...need to get you healed up before you wounds get any worse." He's desperately trying to be diplomatic here without just yanking Cade up on his feet and marching him out of here.

[onlyhymns]

As frightened and anxious as a wounded animal, Cade is nonetheless reassured somewhat by Alayre's voice. He can't see him very well, but clasps his wrist with his left hand and begins to stumble to his feet with considerable difficulty. He's clearly favoring his right arm, which hangs unnaturally at his side.
He looks like a dragon stepped on him.