[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?]

Comments

[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.

[nordic_dovahkiin]

Aye. But what? Perhaps if enough of us rooted them out of their hole, they would come up to the surface and face us?

[stitchedupbodyguard]

Maybe. It'd h-have to be planned out.

B-but I think it could work.

[nordic_dovahkiin]

It will work if we make it so. We should not be treated like this.