Bar-Room Blitz (Open)

[Quibby]

Night in the Citadel is an accomplishment in drunkedness and brawling, in some rare cases. The men and women whose shifts are up for the day collectively find themselves sharing a brew with friends and platoon mates. There are several taverns in the Citadel, gathering places for the thirsty and the tired. And the angry...

 

Blood and bloody ashes! If I see that flaming, goat-kissing bastard, I'm going to bloody well kill him! Frelin, a sergeant in the Bull Platoon of the Infantry sat nursing a mug of ale, his fifth of the evening. His guard shift had been rather uneventful, except for the man he had been stationed with: Sergeant Weriom of Sledge Platoon. The two platoons had always had a rivalry, and the man had made it quite clear that a private from Sledge had beaten a sergeant from Bull. As the day wore on, the man's insults became more and more irritating until Frelin had finally stormed off to the shift commander to be reassigned.

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At the other end of the bar, Sergeant Weriom sat nursing his third brandy of the night. That arrogant Sergeant Frelin of Bull Platoon! The weakling had run off to the shift commander and managed to get Weriom into a fair bit of trouble. Couldn't the man take a joke? If he saw that fat good-for-nothing...

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Neither man, once they saw each other, noticed the state of affairs in the tavern. The day had been quite a bit hotter than expected, and the soldiers' tempers hadn't fared very well in the sweltering heat. The combined heat-induced rage became coupled with the false courage derived from the alcohol. It was an Illuminator's firework waiting for someone to touch the fuse.

 

That task fell to Sergeants Weriom and Frelin.

 

Both men looked down the bar idly, searching for anyone they knew. Their eyes met, and it was all over. Both men sprung from their seats and barrelled towards each other, and the fight was on. The men in the tavern found something new to occupy their attention, and bets were soon being made as the crowd chanted, "Fight! Fight!"

 

The chant, of course brought the attention of the nearby Redarms. It was no time at all before they were shoving and clubbing their way through the crowd to settle the dispute. Unfortunately, the cloud of alcohol over Sergeant Frelin's reason showed him only a man with a red armband that happened to be from Sledge Platoon. One solid punch flattened the man. This gave some of the men ideas, and the whole mass of men shifted their focus from the fight to the Redarms trying to stop it. The three remaining men didn't stand much of a chance.

 

One of the few sober men in the crowd saw this, too, and as the crowd began turning on itself, he made a mad dash to Sergeant Daruun's office. Things were about to get nasty in the tavern...

 

 

OOC: ROUND ONE... FIGHT!

[706Somtaaw]

OOC: This post is about 10-20 minutes into the fight, so some Redarm's can jump in before this request for Black Tower Redarms (Blackarms) can be requested.

 

IC: Dashiva looked up, and seized saidin as a man ran into the large tent that served as his office and relaxed slightly as he took in the man's Band uniform.

 

"Storm Leader Dashiva sir... large fight... need your men," the man gasped inbetween gulping air and waved a torn piece of parchment at him.

 

Taking the parchment and glancing at the crude map drawn to give him an idea of where the fight was, Dashiva nodded and glanced at the man's rank. "Thank you Corporal, take a few minutes to catch your breath before heading back," he said not bothering to soften his voice from inside the Void.

 

Walking out the back of his tent to the Blackarm stage point he nodded, "well your service's are required," he said without preamble and wove a Gateway that would drop the Blackarm's about a block away on a rooftop.

 

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Puros sighed as he saw Baijan'm'hael Dashiva walk out of his office tent. Rising up, he saluted and waited stepping through the Gateway on the heels of one of his soldiers.

 

Glancing around, he seized saidin and pointed. "Noise is coming from that way, let's jump off this roof and remember clubs only nothing lethal."

 

He didn't bother waiting for his men's nods and jumped down and jogged to the fight. It was already large, and he could see more men almost diving in to join the fighting and began weaving 3 clubs of air, cracking heads.

 

Moving closer, he immediately regretted it as what felt like half the riot turned and charged, and there wasn't enough time to form a wall before all five of his soldiers and himself were swarmed over and couldn't see well enough to channel.

 

 

 

Dash, Storm Leader and BT 2IC

Puros, NPC Asha'man Blackarm

[Sato]

Sitting in the office that was given to him when he was appointed the head of the Red Arms Daruun was going over the arrests made over the past couple of days when a corporal burst into his office. "Sir," immediately Daruun knew he wasn't one of his infantrymen, "a fight has broken out at one of the taverns and some Red Arms got pulled into it." Looking at the man with a grimace on his face Daruun stood. "Go to the three nearest Red Arms' posts to the north and tell the five men at each to meet me at the tavern, I will get the ones from the south, and alert Storm Leader Dashiva to send in some Blackarms. Tell them to go ahead of the main group." Stopping his speach and drawing a crude map of the Citadel Daruun circled roughly where the tavern should be. "Give this to him. NOW RUN!! AND DON'T CALL ME SIR AGAIN!"

 

Striding to the rack set against the wall in his office Daruun grabbed the cudgel that was on it. The cudgel, a gift from the bears, his platoon. It was heavy enough to slow most men down if they tried to wield it, but Daruun wasn't most men. The striking end of the cudgel ended with an ornate carving of a bear's head. Daruun used it with the ferocious might that would make any bear proud against anyone who stood against him while on duty, as often as not he used it on one of the men who had given it to him. His platoon was one of the rougher groups and he was planning on cracking a few of their skulls at the tavern.

 

When he had the cudgel tight in hand he took off towards the three nearest southern posts. After gathering all fifteen men they took off towards the tavern. They managed the timing just right, as they approached the tavern the other fifteen Red Arms arrived from the north. Peering at the tavern from under the red bandana that marked him as the leader Daruun studied the tavern. Through the windows he could see people brawling like the last battle was going on. "Hold here men, I am going to go on in and assess the situation. Come in if you hear me yell and be free with your cudgels."

 

Bursting in through the door Daruun was immediately swept into the crowd. The group was so crowded he didn't have enough room to draw his cudgel so he started laying about him with his fists. Yelling for his men he swiftly realized that they probably couldn't hear him. Seeing an island of safety among the brawl Daruun began beating his way towards it. Hurling men out of his way he came upon some Black Arms fighting ferociously. "BLACK ARMS!! FOLLOW ME TOWARDS THE DOOR!! THERE ARE MEN WAITING OUT THERE!!!"

[Ramza]

Rowul was sitting down when the fight errupted, one of the men punched a red arm, who then hit rowul............

Oh now it is time to pay the piper

 

No one moved as Rowul Stood, then with all his might he smashed the Red Arm in the face, All hell broke loose that night as Rowul adn the Calvary began a on foot charge, Fighting hte men inside to a stand still two memberds of his Platoon came up and shouted to him for help, they made a V formation and began to wade throught the crowd searching for any Red Arm they could find. finding a small group of them laying about with cudgles they waighted at a wall for the to walk past then ambused them from the rear, None of the men stood a chance then Rowul and his men with cudgles set out to hunt down Infantry AND redarms.. and if htey were red arms form the Infantry..... oh how the pain would begin.

 

 

(ooc sorry i just had to ambush some one)

[706Somtaaw]

Puros cursed vehemently as he and his Black Arms of the day were drawn into the brawl. He'd never heard of any army brawling this hard with itself, and it was all he could do to fight off the broken bottles, cudgels and even full blades of the various soldiers of the Band.

 

He didn't have time to channel, and he wielded his cudgel with all the strength he'd built up under M'Hael Haran Dashiva's brutal physical training regimen. He'd thought training with the Infantry here was tough until Dashiva had begun giving the Black Arm's his personal attention, and had driven them hard.

 

Smashing the cudgel into the back of a soldier's head, he thought he saw it crush inwards, but by now the brawl was so intense there were going to be deaths no matter what, and he was intending on getting every single Black Arm out alive.

 

A shrill scream from next to him drew his attention to see some man drawing his sword from out of one of his Soldier's gut. Lashing out with both budgel and a quickly battering ram of Air he watched the soldier fly through the air into the wall a good ten feet behind him.

 

"RALLY BLACKARMS, RALLY TO ME!" he howled, hastily dodging a dagger and danced away from another man, calvalry by his uniform brandishing a broken bottle. He didn't have time to truly channel anything useful, until a pair of his Dedicated showed up behind him. With their help, they managed to weave enough air to clear a space immediately around them and Puros turned to the soldier laying below already turning pale.

 

Weaving carefully leaving the Dedicated to hold the weaves of Air holding the crowd away, he Healed the soldier as best as he could, he didn't know if it was enough but at least the wounds were gone now.

 

"BLACK ARMS!! FOLLOW ME TOWARDS THE DOOR!! THERE ARE MEN WAITING OUT THERE!!!" he heard a shout.

 

"You heard the man, it's high time we got out anyways, move to the door," he barked at the Dedicated, hefting the soldier onto his shoulder. "BLACK ARMS TO THE DOOR!" he shouted , adding to the sphere of Air surrounding himself, the two Dedicated and the soldier on his shoulder.

 

He had half a mind to pass the soldier to a Dedicated, he couldn't leave his other three Blackarms in this brawl, and two of them were mere soldiers.

 

Puros, the NPC Black Arm Ashy,

[Guest Estel]

With the face of a thunderhead, Isha burst into the tavern. Saidin pulsed throughout his body and his great fists were clenched. Except he had no idea how to stop the riot. ~If you can't beat them, join them~ Was that his thought? Or... He shivered and refused to think and instead threw himself into the fray.