[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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[neverbeamemory]

[Despite not being a trained boxer at all, Sephiroth's breath comes out in the quick hisses as he continues the sprint against Brunwulf's defense.

For sure though, his knuckles are now starting to ache and throb from their use in the fight. He's also, admit it or not, starting to tire. Damn powerless floors of this Tower.

Any window presented is taken, as Sephiroth draws in close and aims a knee up and underneath the Nord's wall of strong forearms.]

[nordic_dovahkiin]

[Brunwulf grunted, as he took the full force of Sephiroth's jabs. He was beginning to tire himself, as a brawl would not nearly take this long. Either opponent would be down on their knees by now, not still taking and receiving hits.

Yet, the Nord persevered. He wasn't going to show any weakness to this man. Brunwulf felt the knee penetrate his armed defence above his chest and grunted. He staggered back slightly, but counter attacked with a volley of strong punches to the general's forearms.]

[neverbeamemory]

[Why he hadn't monopolized on the knee that curled around the edge of the Nord's defense Sephiroth would look back on this and wonder. He could have won this spar with a follow up kick and that would have been the end to it.

As it was, Brunwulf's counter met not with forearms this time; Sephioth turned his stance some and the fists impacted again and again with the meat of the side of his bicep. the first handful his stance held but but around the fifth the impact was knocking his defense too much with the momentum. The long silver haired monster backed up significantly and paused before lowering his guard.

He bowed his head slowly, not even blinking in case of a further attack. He trusts no one, after all.]

I'm sure you'll agree neither of us needs any more lasting damage.

[nordic_dovahkiin]

Aye. So, you are giving up, friend? [Brunwulf breath came out heavy and spent, yet his still had fire burning in his heart. He felt a victorious smile spread over his rugged features. Had he beaten this man?]

If you do not wish to continue, we will not. [He slapped a strong hand onto Sephiroth's back.]

[neverbeamemory]

[The rather satisfied expression Sephiroth's face had for just a moment drops immediately into a scowl at Brunwulf's words. How dare this man accuse him of giving up. Of not having the necessary strength or stamina to finish this fight. Of being weaker than him.]

Hmph.

[Sephiroth forces his battered forearms back up into his guard, fully expecting to carry on. Yet then the other comes close and slapped him strongly on the back. Perhaps it wasn't such an insult after all, to lose to one who indeed shows him some fraction of the respect he deserves. The arms are dropped once more.]

Not giving up. Tactically retreating.

[He corrects. After all, he couldn't allow himself to die again. Much less on this floor where he had died before on account of the same nagging problem - the lack of access to his more superhuman abilities.]

[nordic_dovahkiin]

Wise words, Sephiroth. [Brunwulf did not know if the man was giving up because he knew he could not win or that he was regaining what honour he had left. Either way, the Nord excepted the man's response.]

Our brawl was a good one. You fought well. [He offered a hand to shake.] Perhaps we could share a drink or two after this?

[neverbeamemory]

[It seemed accepted, better to leave it at that. No matter how it had irritated his sense of ego.

It can been a good fight, of that there was no question and so Sephiroth took the meaty hand in his and shook only once before stepping back. No trickery, no masculine extra squeezing at the same time; Sephiroth has no need for such.]

I think not. I neither indulge in such a pastime, nor have any wish to take the risk with any beverage this place can provide.

Until next time then.

[Sephiroth nodded once more, almost turning the gesture into a slight dip in a bow towards his opponent. Before taking a few more steps back and finally turning away.]