[ LOG ] - Tournament - Belcoot & Kyle VS Skald & Bernadette
Kyle: *liberally dousing himself with a Kindness Drop to stay awake and to work away the massive cramps in his fingers and hands* No more cranes...no more cranes...
Kyle: So, Belcoot, you ready for this?
Skald: *leaning on the fence with his arms folded* You sure you're up for this, Kyle?
Belcoot: *watches him curiously, still finding his behaviour peculiar* I'm always ready. *looks up at Skald, smiling slightly*
Skald: *grins back at Belcoot* How ya doin'?
Bernadette: ... *looks extremely hesitant and uncomfortable* ... Kyle, Father ... please don't hurt each other ...
Belcoot: Very well, thank you. And no offense, but I do hope you're doing worse than me.
Kyle: Oh we won't. Much.~
Skald: C'mon, I only want to stretch my old bones and fight, it's not like I'm bloodthirsty or nothing.
Belcoot: Not at all. *chuckles* Not from what I've heard. *looks over to Bern and bows slightly* Hello, Bern.
Bernadette: *nods at Belcoot* Sir Belcoot. I wish you the best of luck as well.
Skald: *cracks his knuckles* That's the way of it, then. Outside stuff is left at the gate, inside the ring it's just two fighters fighting. Let's do it.
Kyle: I hope I get a kiss from the winner, baby~ *grins as he takes up his glaive*
Skald: ........... Okay!
Skald: What do you say, kiddo? Want to decide who goes first, or just let me handle this?
Bernadette: ... I ... don't know. I'd rather go if only to prevent you from fighting Kyle.
Skald: Yeah, but I know you're gonna let him off easy. *snort* Fine, go ahead. When you can't take looking at him as your opponent, let me in.
Belcoot: I suppose I'll be fighting Bernadette in your place then, Kyle?
Kyle: I'd appreciate it. I'm not into hitting my women.
Kyle: Although if I were fighting MIAKIS, I'd beat her down...stupid hazing...*grumble, grumble*
Belcoot: I can't say I'm fond of hitting women either, but... *small smile as he goes to unsheath his sword, sighing*
Geddoe: *comes up in a hurry* Oh, good, I didn't miss it. Mind if I watch?
Kyle: Aw, she's tough. Show 'em what yer made of, Bern!
Bernadette: *blinks as Geddoe shows up* Oh, Sir Geddoe ... *turns her attention back to Belcoot and takes a stance, her knives drawn* I do apologize in advance, Belcoot ...
Skald: *leans on the fence* This I gotta see. Oh, hey, Eyepatch.
Kyle: Go Falcon style, Belcoot! *sits on fence*
Geddoe: U_-;
Belcoot: There's nothing to apologize for, at least on your end. *he shifts into a defensive position and watches her carefully* Shall we begin?
Bernadette: *nods and grips the two knives in her hand tightly, pulling them back before quickly releasing them with a flick of her wrist, sending them speeding through the air towards Belcoot*
Belcoot: *he's rather slow, so he doesn't actually respond to the attack in time -- it's with a very clumsy parry that he manages to deflect one of the knives, but the other takes him in the shoulder, causing him to grit his teeth*
Geddoe: *winces*
Kyle: Oooooohhhhh...*double wince*
Belcoot: It looks like I'll have to pay more attention... *he straightens, pulling the knife out of his shoulder with one hand and throwing it to the ground*
Belcoot: *he lunges forward to make an attack, but he miscalculates, the injury in his shoulder slowing him down more than he expected -- consequently his blow is a clumsy one, barely aimed at her shoulder*
Bernadette: *watching him as he leaped forward to attack, she waited until the last minute to sidestep his attack, his sword brushing against her shoulder*
Kyle: C'mon, Belcoot! You can roll with this!
Skald: *chuckling happily*
Bernadette: Belcoot? Are you feeling all right? *looks concerned, even as she tosses another knife, a bit reluctantly, but it zips through the air nonetheless*
Belcoot: *he shakes his head, not quite sure what's up with him today as he knocks aside the knife very clumsily, taking a few steps back* ... Kyle, I think it's your turn...
Skald: *leans forward eagerly*
Kyle: Belcoot, you act like YOU need the sleep. *sighs and taps him out* I'll give you a shot of Water Rune once I'm done here.
Bernadette: >_> *frowns at Skald* No.
Skald: Whaaat?
Kyle: *twirls the glaive around him lazily* C'mon, Bern. Let yer dad have a chance.
Geddoe: *looking concerned* Are you all right, Belcoot?
Kyle: Unless you think he can't take a punch. *smartass grin*
Bernadette: He'll have to drag me away first!
Skald: *throws back his head and cackles* That's my girl!
Belcoot: *he nods, sitting down and looking at his shoulder* I'm fine...
Geddoe: *pulls off a glove and examines it as well* It's a little deep, you might need stitches.
Kyle: *sighs* All right then. You ready, baby?
Belcoot: That'll come later. *he waves a weak hand, watching the scene before him*
Bernadette: *just stands there looking at Kyle, not making a move to attack or defend* ... I won't fight Kyle.
Skald: *facepalm* Good god, you were on a roll! You were all fired up! What's the matter?
Kyle: Bern, I hate to break it to you, but if you don't tap your dad, you're basically forfeiting.
Bernadette: ... *sighs and goes to tap her dad* Please don't be rough with him ...
Skald: Like hell she is! *takes the tap and enters the ring* Don't you worry, kiddo. We're a step away from winning.
Kyle: *grin* Oh Admiral. Be gentle. *raises up his glaive*
Skald: *draws his sword*
Kyle: *sprints forward and jerks to the left at the last moment, whipping the glaive edge at Skald's torso*
Skald: *moves to block, but it knocks him sideways and he hisses - and starts limping* Dammit to hell... stupid rock...)
Skald: *grips his broadsword in both hands and lets out a roar as he charges and swings hard toward Kyle's middle*
Kyle: Oh Feitas! *he blocks the swing but it doesn't matter. He's whipped backward, his flight stopped by the fencepost*
Kyle: *all the color drains out of his face*...that...hurt....*falls to his knees*
Skald: *levels his sword for a counter, but it looks like he doesn't need to* ...is that it?
Belcoot: *looks rather alarmed and he moves to get up, though his shoulder gives a sharp pain in protest and he's back on his backside again* ... K-Kyle?
Kyle: Aww...dammit...yeah, I'm done...
Geddoe: *starting in alarm as well* Kyle!
Bernadette: Kyle! *blanches and runs over to where Kyle knelt and wraps her arms around him* Oh gods, are you all right? *glances up at Belcoot* I'm so sorry, Belcoot. Allow me to heal it for you ...
Kyle: I'm cool...*wheezing a little bit*...man, Admiral...you have...a hell of hook!
Skald: *steps back and sheathes his sword* Damn. That wasn't nearly enough to get my blood pumping.
Belcoot: *shakes his head firmly* Just take care of Kyle first...
Geddoe: Dammit, I knew I should have dragged Sigurd down here with me. I'm somewhat useless.
Kyle: Man...I should have figured...*stands up, wincing*...I could never beat an Egan...as a commander...so it's impossible to take...two of you!
Skald: *laughs richly* Nice try, though. If you aren't satisfied, you can take me on another time. *winks* Who do you think taught Ferid his best moves?
Geddoe: *helps Belcoot to his feet* Need a hand at all?
Belcoot: *takes Geddoe's hand and pulls himself up, seemingly dazed* I should be fine as is... I'm sorry, Kyle.
Kyle: Good...point. *raises his hand to use his Flowing Rune for Kindness Rain on him and Belcoot* I'll hold you to that, Admiral. Nah, s'right Belcoot.
Bernadette: *rising with Kyle, she rests a hand on his back* Take it easy. You should get some rest too. You haven't been getting sleep ...
Kyle: I blame Lyon and her 2000 cranes. Sleep sounds good, though.
Kyle: *grins* Sorry you didn't get a better show, Geddoe.
Geddoe: That'll stop the bleeding, but you might want to get it looked at, Belcoot. *nods to Kyle* Not bad, though.
Skald: And here I was thinking we'd never get anywhere against Falena's Finest. I'd have liked to see you two go far, if not for the fact we were in the way.
Belcoot: *shakes his head* It seems like not anyone can match a famed Admiral such as you so easily, and your daughter.
Kyle: The moral of this story? Don't screw with the Egans.
Skald: *waves a hand* Pah, no need for flattery! Bern did all the work. I thought I was in for it when I turned my ankle.
Bernadette: *sighs and shakes her head, smiling a little* I just got lucky. And it seems like I caught Belcoot on an off day. I'm sure that otherwise, he would have been able to defeat me with no problem.
Geddoe: *smirks at Belcoot* We should have sparred to give you some practice, maybe.
Belcoot: Not true at all, Bern. *flattered, and then looks at Geddoe, looking rather embarrassed* Perhaps. I didn't realize how out of shape I was.
Kyle: *an arm protectively around his chest* Obviously I'm not up to 100 percent just yet.
Geddoe: You went into it without hesitating, though. That's a marked improvement.
Kyle: *small smile* Yeah. It is.
Skald: All right, all right...you fluffy fellows can stand around blaming yourselves all day if you want. I feel like toasting victory - you want in, I'm buying.
Kyle: Hell yeah! I'm up for that!
Bernadette: *blinks* Wait, what? Kyle, what about your rest?
Kyle: *perfectly serious* If I have ale, the alcohol will relax me and deaden the pain and help me sleep!
Geddoe: I'll pass. I have things to attend to. Thanks for the offer, though, Admiral.
Belcoot: *looks surprised at that* I suppose I don't mind, if it's just a few.
Skald: I'm only buying the first round. *grins* You want more, it's your potch. C'mon! No hard feelings, eh boys?
Kyle: No sir! None at all, sir!
Skald: *claps Kyle hard on the back* That's what I like to hear!
Belcoot: One round is enough for me. *laughs*