[OPEN] Peace Bore a Heavy Price

[lifeofendurance]

WHO: Everyone
WHAT: Aleron and Nathaniel are hosting an BSG boxing match open sparring session to work out personal griefs within the Inquisition.
WHEN: Drakonis 30, All Day
WHERE: Just outside Camp Shady (aka, the Warden's Camp outside Skyhold)
NOTES: More information, including the rules, can be found here. You do not have to have signed up to participate. Non-combatants can come and just cheer for their favorites or appreciate fine bodies getting physical. Please note in your subject line if you're spectating, healing, or open for fighting.



Just outside the site where the Wardens have established themselves, a space has been cleared. Its boundaries are marked with some wooden posts driven into the ground with loose ropes stretched out between them. A copy of the rules has been nailed to one of the posts. It flaps in the wind, but seems to stay in place with but little fraying as the day wears on:

1. No magic.
2. A volunteer healer will determine whether someone is fit for a bout.
3. Conduct the fight honorably. If someone surrenders the fight, it ends immediately and without question.
4. Don't deliberately incapacitate someone to the point where they won't be able to perform their duties after the fight is over.
5. All weapons must be blunt, even blades.
6. Challenged chooses the method of competition.

At the end of the fight, participants are to consider their issue resolved and move forward.

Off to one side, a basic triage is set up for combatants who have taken their licks. Volunteer healers are present to offer treatment for injuries and to determine who remains fit to fight. Their decision is absolute.

For the spectators, there is ample room to stand around and watch. One of the merchants from the pilgrim's encampment has caught wind of the impromptu event and decided it's a grand time to turn a profit. He's got a cookpot set up and is hawking fine treats like fennec-on-a-stick, druffalo kebabs, and smoked nug legs. He's also selling wooden cups of ale for five coppers, but it's questionable if there's more water or ale. Let the buyer beware.

Comments

[fleurdesel]

"I am a healer, not a warrior." Still she takes the hand as offered, pulling herself up little by little, blinking through the swelling of her eye. Merde but it stings. "It was not the blow I'd meant to land half so solid. I was aiming for your shoulders."

Or she thought she had been.

"My head is hard enough to take a few knocks, ask any of my students." Stubborn as anything, is Adelaide.

[justice_is_blond]

His lips threaten a smile, and there's the start of one in his eyes already.

"What, and then my ass was too irresistible? That's not the first time I've heard that. But generally they're a little more gentle."

Her movements are watched carefully, just in case. Head wounds can be deceptive. It's easy to think you're fine when you aren't, but that doesn't seem to be the case here. After he's satisfied that she's fine, he bends down and scoops up her staff as well, trying to hide a wince as he does so. That's really going to sting. He might sneak off and heal himself later just so he can actually sit to eat dinner. For now, he'll simply enjoy the feeling of being able to relax around her again instead of watching constantly for barbs.

"I should have been simply a healer. But apparently seven escapes is when they say no, they're done, you'll be dying now, which means Jonas' offer of conscription was also irresistible. So now, yes. In war, victory; in peace, vigilance; in death, sacrifice." There's no regret in his voice or expression. "It's a good cause. I was glad to be a part of it until... I was glad to be a part of it, and I am again."

[fleurdesel]

"You are an ass." That is the only answer she'll deign to give him as she pulls herself up. Maker, she'll have a migraine later. Compassion already mutters at the back of her mind and that is enough for her to wave the beginnings of a healing spell into life, pressing her hand against her bruised face.

The rest she'll keep for a moment more. Or at least until she's out of view. "Until the situation demanded a change."

Without knowing the why- without wanting to know the why- that was explanation enough. "I do not suppose you need any bruises tended to- and before you say anything I am not laying healing hands on anything lower than your waist."

[justice_is_blond]

She gets a flash of a faint smile at the reply. It's banter. It's nice.

"Until my life was at risk because of Templar pride." It wasn't the situation. It was Templars making the situation, and he's not going to let it go that easily despite how he doesn't want to delve into the whole of it.

The last gets a shake of his head. He'll tease, but he's not going to ask her to touch him. They've possibly regained something here that he has no desire to put at risk. "I'll be fine. Can I aid you?"

[fleurdesel]

"The usual, then." Templar pride, chantry pride, mage pride. Shades of the same that twist good intent into ill, or ill intent into worse. She waves him off and lowers her hand, the bruise more or less mended. At the offer of aid, though- her eyes narrow, considering.

"...yes." She takes her staff back from him and nods back to the circle of dirt. "Show me how you did that last move?"

[justice_is_blond]

"No." He takes a breath as he heads back into the ring with her. "I'll explain if you want more, but no, there was nothing usual about it."

Anders gives another twirl of his staff. He doesn't need to, but it feels right whenever he's facing off and holding a staff.

"I set your expectations previously, using just two swings. When you know you may be in for a prolonged match, set a pattern that your opponent will think they see coming. It won't always work." But it had today.

"As far as the attack itself, I started high," he moves the staff slowly, bringing it forward to touch against her shoulder lightly, "low," again he demonstrates it, "and then higher than the previous high hit, to offset expectations again. Most will go for the same place. It's easier, and you're more stable on your feet if you do. I took a risk." His staff comes up again, this time stopping just short of contact with her as he holds the position. "As you can see, my stance isn't entirely balanced like this."

[fleurdesel]

"That was an attempt to avoid a subject you clearly do not wish to discuss." Where subtlety fails- explanation. "It is a matter best left in the past. It is not irrelevant but it is...unimportant at the moment."

They have other things to focus on. Such as staffwork, the world ending, and attempting to find some level ground now that the matter between them is to be settled. It's...easier than she might like. A great deal of what she found agreeable in Detlef remains as there had only been the one lie. But what a lie it had been.

Adelaide pushes the thought aside in favor of focusing on him, the grip of his staff and the motions he goes through- patterns, establishing, altering. She ought to have seen that coming. "If I had managed to block a simple counter push would have bought room, yes?"

[justice_is_blond]

That's an adequate summing-up, and he nods to let the matter lie. It's nice to trust that he can simply talk with her. Very nice. This is why it had been so easy to start feeling for her in the first place, to let down his guard. At least this time there's no deception involved.

"Yes, because I over-extended myself. Watch for someone to go past their reach, and then block and push." He stays in the over-extended position and nods to her. "Let's do it slowly so you feel the motion. Meet my staff with yours, and then push back."

[fleurdesel]

Whatever it had been in his past? She does not know if she ought to care enough to know more. That it is even in question leaves her uneasy and is all the more reason to simply...not. One day she might ask but that is far ahead; when it is safe to care. When Justice is no longer a concern.

It will not forgive what they had done but-

it will make it easier for her to know who it is she bleeds for.

Adelaide focuses on the way his balance has shifted- braces her own stance against the block, and pushes. This much is familiar, this much is safe. "I apparently need to practice my forms again. It has been some time since I last bothered."

[justice_is_blond]

He takes a couple of steps back with the push, nodding approvingly.

"A full push back there could have unbalanced me and given you an opening to strike in return. In fact, likely would have unbalanced me. If you want someone to work on forms with, I'd be willing. I'm working on training to be better with things that aren't magic."

Every time Leliana took away a teacher, a training partner, he'd find more. Several more. He was determined.

"Especially as the Deep Roads are once again featuring prominently in my future. Darkspawn are ever so friendly..."