32nd of Frost, 120 AS
Location: The Commons
Despite the afternoon reaching its peak, the weather was still frigid, thought not yet to its coldest. Overcast skies reigned more often than not, and despite the sweeping crew coming through snow still piled in the corners of parts of the streets and on rooftops. The cold, however, did not deter the contestants of the brawling competition from lining up outside the proving grounds. Several local taverns and ale houses supplied the spoils of victory, and beer and meat flowed freely inside the walls as men fought and won bouts were given tokens to exchange for food and drink.
It was inevitable, given the situation, that over time as the crowds grew more and more inebriated that fights began to break out not just in the ring, but in places around the proving grounds a swell. Most of these were quickly quelled by the presence of the Sky Guard, though one in particular was still going on.
A man with a thick mustache was drunkenly swinging a fist at an older gentleman who casually sidestepped each swing. With every miss the drunkard seemed to become more and more infuriated, and at one point he attempted to dive and tackle the greybeard. Instead of crushing the thin, and seemingly frail, old man he instead found himself face first in a pile of horse dung from a passing carriage. Standing with a Roar the drunk half ran, half staggered at the old man one last time, again missing and slamming into a group of other, slightly less drunk, individuals. From there the fighting spread, growing as one person threw a fist into the next, and like dominos the chaos spread.
The Skyguard was quick to react, starting at the edges of the fight and disabling the conflict one person at a time. At the center of it all though was the older man. Short, slightly stooped with a walking stick, he casually stroked his beard as he dodged one man after another, whacking a few on the rump and head as they passed. The circle was closing in, and despite his skill he would eventually be overwhelmed and crushed under the milling bodies.
Location: The Commons
Despite the afternoon reaching its peak, the weather was still frigid, thought not yet to its coldest. Overcast skies reigned more often than not, and despite the sweeping crew coming through snow still piled in the corners of parts of the streets and on rooftops. The cold, however, did not deter the contestants of the brawling competition from lining up outside the proving grounds. Several local taverns and ale houses supplied the spoils of victory, and beer and meat flowed freely inside the walls as men fought and won bouts were given tokens to exchange for food and drink.
It was inevitable, given the situation, that over time as the crowds grew more and more inebriated that fights began to break out not just in the ring, but in places around the proving grounds a swell. Most of these were quickly quelled by the presence of the Sky Guard, though one in particular was still going on.
A man with a thick mustache was drunkenly swinging a fist at an older gentleman who casually sidestepped each swing. With every miss the drunkard seemed to become more and more infuriated, and at one point he attempted to dive and tackle the greybeard. Instead of crushing the thin, and seemingly frail, old man he instead found himself face first in a pile of horse dung from a passing carriage. Standing with a Roar the drunk half ran, half staggered at the old man one last time, again missing and slamming into a group of other, slightly less drunk, individuals. From there the fighting spread, growing as one person threw a fist into the next, and like dominos the chaos spread.
The Skyguard was quick to react, starting at the edges of the fight and disabling the conflict one person at a time. At the center of it all though was the older man. Short, slightly stooped with a walking stick, he casually stroked his beard as he dodged one man after another, whacking a few on the rump and head as they passed. The circle was closing in, and despite his skill he would eventually be overwhelmed and crushed under the milling bodies.
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