[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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[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.]