[video/txt]- A restless Nord

[nordic_dovahkiin]

[Over the last few weeks Brunwulf had become increasingly restless. He wanted a fight. A sparring session with someone at least. His Nord blood demanded that he fight with someone to hone his skills, which were going to waste in this place. Aye, he had Floor Thirty Two to hunt and things, but sparring with another man would be better. He narrowed his eyes into the screen, as he sent his message.]

I am in need of some fighting action within this tower of torture. Would anyone wish to spar with me? With either blade or fists, I do not mind. A fist fight would be welcomed, as I have not had one of those for many moons. If anyone wishes to take up the challenge, meet me on Floor Thirty Two. This is where I often go to hunt and practice my blade skills.

[He wondered if anyone would be man enough to challenge him. Or perhaps a strong woman might even challenge him. Who knew?]

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[video]

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[A teenaged girl answers his call. Her face is solemn, though there's some anger in it.

Sure, why not?]

I could go for either, although I'm more proficient in swords.

[nordic_dovahkiin]

[Brunwulf is surprised to see a young girl answering his call. Surely, she is too young for such a task?]

You are proficient in swords? Have you been taught how to fight since you were a young child?

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Actually yes. I was trained all my life by my father.

[You could say... she was built for it.]

[nordic_dovahkiin]

Then I will be fighting an honourable warrior. [He smiled and knew that she may prove a good challenge.]

What is your name? I am Brunwulf Bear-Claw, a Nord from Skyrim. I, like you, have trained since I was a young boy with both sword and axe.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Veronica Madaraki... f-from Japan.

That's... a-a nice name. It's always n-nice to m-meet another warrior.

[nordic_dovahkiin]

I have never heard of Japan. [Unsurprisingly.]

Are you nervous? Is that why you are speaking like that?

[stitchedupbodyguard]

W-wha? Oh!

[She clears her throat.]

Sorry. I uh... picked up a stutter h-here I guess. I've been here for a while.

[nordic_dovahkiin]

The Tower did this to you? [Brunwulf felt anger boil up inside of him. How could such a place cause this young girl so much grief? It actually made her speak like this.]

This place has a lot to answer for, being the hell hole it is.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

[Well the stuttering was also a side effect of hanging out with the most embarrassed guy in the tower, but she agreed with him somewhat.]

Oh, it's alright. I-I'm still alive, aren't I? It c-could b-be worse.

[nordic_dovahkiin]

Yes, you are. At least they have not broken your spirit yet and sent you onto the afterlife, wherever that may be for you. Yet, they have no right treating us the way they do.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

No, t-they don't.

[She glowers, the admins were really beginning to get on her nerves. Their latest actions only made it that much worse in her eyes.]

Bunch o-of basterd, p-putting u-us through all this torture. W-who d-do they think they are?

[nordic_dovahkiin]

I do not know who they are, only that they are monsters themselves. Cowards and evil monsters. We should demand they come out of their little hiding hole and fight like men.

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Too bad they wont. They don't have any honor at all.

There has to be something that'll get them out. Or something that'll get us to them.

[Floor 32 - Action]

[neverbeamemory]

[Floor 32. He remembers this floor.

Sephiroth fancies he can still smell the blood on the air on the floating island. From that death match cycles ago with Nesir, their vicious knife fight that had soaked the grass with blood. How he'd driven that knife into her again and again; only to stand up victorious to have one thrown into his back.

He takes a moment to remember that, to pause and perhaps entertain the slightest second thought about the open invitation he'd seen on the network downstairs a short while ago.

Sephiroth cannot manifest his sword here, but indeed a fist fight had sounded inviting --rather than laying fist after fist into the punching bag up in the Gymnasium. He opens and closes both fists, rolls his only human senses around in the cooler weather up here at this time of year - before looking around for the one who had broadcast his face on the network.]

[nordic_dovahkiin]

[Brunwulf had only just walked back to Floor Thirty Two, after making his broadcast to the tower, regarding his fight. The first thing the Nord noticed was the tall, silver-haired man standing close by to some trees. Just close by where Brunwulf liked to take a nap sometimes after hunting. The man seemed very agile, with long legs and waist length hair. He was like no one Brunwulf had ever seen.

He took a few steps closer towards the man and hoped that it was a man and not a woman, otherwise it could get embarrassing.]

I trust you heard my words on the network, sir. Are you here to fight me?

[neverbeamemory]

[Indeed at a distance Sephiroth might seem rather feminine. But as Brunwulf approached closer he would certainly pick out the broadness of shoulders upon which rested armor and -as Sephiroth turns his way- the most masculine angle of jaw and neck, of bare chest which peeks through the gap in his leather jacket. Emphasized almost by the straps that cross it.

And then, of course there was his voice. Shattering any illusion of femininity.]

I had entertained the idea, yes.

[The video hasn't done Brunwulf justice, he is certainly more stocky than Sephiroth had seen.]

[nordic_dovahkiin]

[Brunwulf was surprised at how muscular this man was, considering his feminine face and features.]

Have you fought many men before using your fists? [Brunwulf wondered how strong this man was. Could he best a Nord?]

How many men have you bested with your bare hands, sir?

[neverbeamemory]

[By contrast, Brunwulf looks every bit the heavyweight that he appeared on the video. Sephiroth does not reply so much on brute strength, however much of it is hidden in his more lithe frame.]

I have not fought anyone with fists alone, in a long time.

[That was a fact, Sephiroth couldn't even remember-

That doesn't matter though. What matters is that all combat has it's foundations in basic hand-to-hand. The silver haired man appears to smile lightly, yes, this should be an apt distraction.]

Can't say that I've kept a count.

[nordic_dovahkiin]

Then, it will make a change for you to use your fists then. [Brunwulf smirked broadly and cracked his knuckles a few times. It will be a shame beating up such a handsome face.]

You boast, sir? You must be good. [Brunwulf eyed the silver-haired man up, before going into fighting pose. Fists up and his legs spread apart to gain a better stance.]

You may strike the first blow, if you wish.

[neverbeamemory]

[Sephiroth nods, a dip of silver bangs on either side of his face almost like a respectful bow. He slips into a fighting stance in the meantime. Stretching his own fingers out and curling them back into fists a few times before tucking them inside boxer style; silver armor around his shoulders gleaming in the light behind him.]

I do not boast. [A simple statement and then indeed Sephiroth makes the first move. A quick sprint of three jabs before retreating back with his guard up, a gentle, testing opening to the first fight.]

[nordic_dovahkiin]

Of course not.

[There was almost a teasing tone in the Nord's voice, as he readied himself for the first attack. Then they came. Three jabs and the Nord kept his guard up by placing his fists closely in front of his face. He then released his own three jabs with his muscled arms towards Sephiroth's face.]

[neverbeamemory]

[Satisfied with his opening three jabs, Sephiroth tucks his head down and his forearms together and up to block the Nord's return. The strong punches shook his arms with the impact but his guard remained strong. Sephiroth takes the first break in Brunwulf's attack and attempts a double tap with one fist, followed by a strong uppercut with the other fist, which he charges up from in his core.

It's so much different than training in the gym, generally the punching bag doesn't fight back.]

[nordic_dovahkiin]

[Brunwulf wasn't expecting the turn of speed the other man dealt out with his blows. He was fast. Faster than the Nord, but perhaps not as physically strong. Brunwulf guarded with both forearms held out against the general's strong uppercut.]

You move well.

[neverbeamemory]

[Certainly not as physically strong as the Nord, on this floor at least. His speed and agility though, remain a force to be reckoned with, however capped at that of a professional athlete. He could be faster, he could be stronger, but not on a power limiting floor.

The fist delivered by the uppercut smashes quickly off of the other mans' forearms as he blocks, but is quickly pulled back. Sephiroth keeps his guard up and waits for the Nord's next counter.]

You're not so bad yourself.

[nordic_dovahkiin]

Thank you. I still do not know your name, warrior. I am Brunwulf-Bear Claw from the world of Skyrim. [Brunwulf eyed up Sephiroth's arms and his stance, before delivering the next lot of strong blows. He aimed for the other man's forearms, to try and break his defence.]