11-26-05

Characters involved: Terrance, Taye, & Tam.

Salamandastron: Caverns - Boxing Chamber

A few lingering recruits walk into the cavern, joining the large amount of other recruits already here. All of them are talking up a storm of course, and with the large crowd, it's almost a surprise that they haven't drawn the attention of the officers from upstairs yet.

Not to mention the three barrels that have been confiscated from the tavern cellar, which is conveniently located to the boxing chamber. It is certainly a wonder that no one has even guessed at their absence, except that those who have duty tonight were smart enough to show up, and those who didn't were equally smart in arriving in ones, twos, and threes. A strategy that will, hopefully, not draw anyone's attention. Taye, of all hares, is one of the last to arrive, trailing in with a slightly nervous look about. "... Wow." Big crowd.

Terrance enters in after Taye and stops beside him, blinking at the crowd, "You said it chap, eh wot." He glances around and shake his head, "Well, looks like we've got our public humiliation that we were after. Now we just need to make sure that it's not our own."

"Fat chance o'that." Tom and Flatpaw stand, arms crossed, on either side of the duo of younger hares, sneering in anticipation. Tom snickers and steps closer towards Terrance, making sure to stand at full height to intimidate the younger recruit... And after just a few seconds of simply staring the recruit down, the hare goes into sudden action, stomping on the ground as he twists his body, faking a punch to try and make the recruit flinch, while Flatpaw does the same to Taye, with no regard to the younger hare's authority. The audience fills in, and the incoming hares dwindle down... This is the most hares the mountain has seen in this chamber at once for a long time.

Taye's ears flick back, giving him a timid look. "... Yeah." He breathes in deeply, fishing out the roll of bandages he's brought along, just in time for Tom and Flatpaw to come along and startle the hell out of him. He fumbles with the bandages, they fall, and he grits his teeth. "Git," he mutters while picking up the roll. He begins unraveling it, wrapping his knuckles appropriately.

Terrance frowns as Tom and Flatpaw arrive. As Tom feints a punch, he raises his arm to block and then rolls his eyes as he realizes it was a trick. "Well ya bettah hope the ring floor is comfortable, 'cause yer going to be laying on it before the night's up." Woh. Looks like Terr's found a little bit of courage. He glances towards Taye and says, "Come on chap, lets head ta tha ring, eh wot?" He starts to walk that way, pulling out his own bandage roll and starts to wrap his paws while they walk through the crowd.

Tom and Flatpaw both laugh at the timidity of the two hares, but it's shortly cut off by Terrance's brave assertion. "Ho ho," Flatpaw throws Tom a glance and a grin after a moment of silent disbelief from both. "Looks like the runt here got 'im some nerve, wot?" As the two head to the ring, the others follow, their paws already wrapped, and both older hares much prepared for this matchup. Going to one corner, they murmur to each other, grinning and sneering as they plan what they're going to do to the two younger hares once the match starts.

With a sigh, Taye nods. "Yeah..." He begins the walk through the crowd, which seems to part for them as they pass. Some look pitying, others encouraging. Neither expression comforts Taye as he looks towards Tom and Flatpaw, who look considerably more confident than he feels. When he reaches the ring he grabs hold of the ropes, swinging underneath them and pretty much just crouching in the corner while he finishes off his paws. He looks first one way and then the other, glancing back around at Terrance. His ears look nonexistent at this point, so pressed back are they. Murmur. "Maybe... this wasn't s'good an idea s'we thought." Heh. Sigh.

Terrance crouches next to Taye and glances towards Tom and Flatpaw. "Come on chap, don't be thinkin' like that now." He says, looking back to the runner. "You shouldn't 'ave anythin' ta worry. Their still basic recruits and you're a full fledged runnah already. Need ta 'ave a posative attitude, remembah all tha instructahs sayin' that?" He glances back towards their opponents and frowns as he sees them chuckle, gulp.

Hopefully he keeps that in mind. After both sides seem ready, one of the older recruits steps into the ring and clears his throat, "Quiet!" He shouts out to gain the crowd's attention.

Terrance and Flatpaw seem just about ready to go... They even throw a couple test punches, bouncing around to loosen themselves up. When the older recruit steps into the ring, Tom calls out, "Oh, go boil ya head, get outta the way and let me hit the runt, wot?!" Some recruits laugh out at this, while others (mainly the younger ones and the more responsible ones) boo at this, and cry out encouragement to the two recruits. However, the recruit that is acting as referee continues, "I want this t'be a fair fight, wot? No low blows, no hittin' in the back, if a chap is down, by ya mum's left paw let 'im up, wot!" Having said his piece, the recruit backs off to the side of the ring, opening up the space between the four hares, signalling to begin whenever ready.

Taye's nose wrinkles as Tom and Flatpaw heckle the self-designed announcer. He stands from his crouch, flexing his paws to be sure that the wrappings will withstand. His attention flickers briefly to Terrance and then back to the announcer, just as he concludes and backs away. Taye's paws immediately go up and his eyes train on Flatpaw. He mutters out of the side of his mouth. "Ready, Terr?" He takes a half-step forward.

Terrance steps up next to Taye and punches his paws together. "Aye. Lets bloody up some bullies chap." He murmers back, his scowl centered on Tom. He jumps around a little to loosen up himself and throws a few shadow punches. He then nods to the announcer to signal their readiness.

The two older recruits immediately put their paws up and, in unison, step forward towards the younger hares, snickering, and murmuring such things as "This's gonna be easy..." and "Let's clobber 'em..." Flatpaw is the first to break formation, heading for Taye with paws held up, though he goes on the offensive, immediately throwing a few feints with his right paw... None aimed to even come close to hitting, just to keep Taye on edge. Tom, on the other hand, stays back and glares at the recruit, grinning dangerously and rotating his paws, hopping back and forth from footpaw to footpaw. "C'mon, runt!"

As soon as Flatpaw comes forward, Taye becomes immediately alert. His eyes narrow at the opposite and somewhat taller buck. "So how're classes, Flatty?" He feints a punch at Flatpaw's stomach, trying to distract him from the other punch at his side.

Terrance fists up his paws and walks to about midway between the two corners, making sure to stay out of the way of Flatpaw and Taye. He then raises his fists and stops there. "You want me Tom? Yer goin' ta have ta come 'n' get me."

Flatpaw squints at Taye. "I don't know, -sah.- I haven't been in a while." He calls Taye's feint, and doesn't even try to block it, but he fails to block the punch to his side, which he takes full-on... However, at the same time as this punch, Flatpaw is swinging his arm across in a solid right hook to plant one right across Taye's jaw.

Flatpaw takes a few steps backwards after the punch collides, and he growls low, angered. Tom, however, still bounces between footpaws, eyeing down Terrance. "Alright, runt, it's -your- poison..." The larger recruit steps forward a few steps, and throws three quick jabs towards Terrance's chin with his left paw.

Terrance raises his arms and lets them take the first couple of jabs, which just ends up in him punching himself in the forehead but oh well. He then ducks under the third and dashes past Tom so he ends up behind him, bobbing on his paws. "Come on Tommy boy. What was that, eh wot?" He just keeps his paws up, making sure to keep out of kicking distance.

Well, Flatpaw has managed to take Taye by surprise simply by being unorthodox. There's generally a period of sizing-up before jaw-smashers, but Flatpaw does not observe this generality. Which is, in hindsight, not surprising. Nonetheless the punch catches on Taye's jaw, the impact lessened only by the punch Flatpaw has just taken. His head jerks and he stumbles back as well, shaking his head dazedly to clear it. He glares, flinging headfur out of his eyes and looking across at the other. "Are you /evah/ plannin' on movin' up to second rank recruit, or are ya just most comfortable down at the bottom?" Without giving him a chance to respond, he charges forward, a punch coming around at his side and his other coming up from low to high, at his chin.

Tom snorts and snarls at Terrance, turning around as Terrance dashes past. "What, afraid to hit me? Runnin', just like ya always do, runt!" The larger hare moves in towards Terrance again, lifting his knee up high to fake a kick, before stomping down on the floor of the ring, using the forward momentum to swing his arm forward in a powerful jab to the nose of the fighter recruit. Flatpaw lowers a paw to rub at his smarting side, but raises them both up in his boxing stance again, hopping between hindpaws as he judges Taye's next moves. Backpedaling just a step and a half when Taye rushes toward him, his body arching to the side to narrowly avoid the punch headed there, and his head jerking backwards to dodge the uppercut. The awkward stance doesn't allow for any return punches, so he steps back some more, only to reverse this action with a faked jab to the face, followed by a hook to the runner's gut with the opposite paw.

Taye's eyes cringe shut at the jab to the face - a natural if unhelpful reaction. Likewise, one fisted paw goes up to block his face while the other stays down, and he turns sideways whilst shrinking back. This results in the gut-punch knocking him hard in the kidneys. He doubles up, stumbling back sideways a few steps. He spits a mouthful of saliva which is already tinged with blood and - slowly - straightens. His paws come back up shakily and he just watches the other - waiting. None too happily.

Terrance hops back and lowers his paw to block the kick that he thinks is coming but he quickly realizes his mistake. He manages to turn his head and lean it back a little but not nearly enough and Tom's hit lands on his cheek-bone. This sends Terr stumbling back a number of steps until he runs into the rope. He hangs for a second and then regains his balance and gets back in his stance. "That tha best ya got sand for brains?" He says, although a little shake in his voice can be heard. He circles away from Tom and the rope, not wanting to get trapped and just waits for Tom.

Flatpaw, urged on by the successful hits, keeps a steady barrage of punches aimed at the runner, not allowing him much time to gather himself from the hit to the kidney while he follows through with a series of hooks to the runner's sides, two hard, solid punches thrown with each arm. Tom is not so pressing as Flatpaw, and simply stays back. Maybe he's not scoring as many hits as Flatpaw, but Tom seems to be boxing, rather than simply fist fighting. Allowing Terrance to move away from the ropes before he approaches again, he taunts the smaller recruit. "I thought I 'ad an opponent, not a punchin' bag. This ain't gonna be very fun if ya don't punch back, runt!" He gets within punching range, and throws a rapid jab to Terrance's chest, followed by another, with the same paw, to his chin.

Speaking of the crowd! With every missed and connected punch, they ooh and ahh appropriately. By first blood all bets have been placed and anyone who was planning to drink has already started.

Terrance continues to bob on his toes and just smirks. "Just wait Tommy boy, yer time is commin'" the younger recruit returns before parrying both of the jabs to the outside with his arms, hopefully leaving Tom exposed. Terrance takes this jab at the side of his opponent's stomach, hoping to get a kidney shot in.

Taye only has time to swipe the back of a fisted paw across his mouth - bloodying the bandages there - before Flatpaw is on him again. Grimacing but determined, he blocks what he can - which results in all but one bruising up his arms, while the fourth hits him hard in the ribs. That'll sting. With a pained growl, he punches with all possible force at Flatpaw's head - below the temple and in front of his ear, right on the side of the cheekbone.

Tom is about to throw his left paw in a wide hook after the two parried punches, but the recruit's quick jab to his stomach halts any movement, and Tom is frozen for a moment as he's stunned by the blow to his kidney. Trying to recover and cover up quickly, he backs off towards a corner to try and put distance between himself and Terrance. Flatpaw continues his assault on Taye, again disregarding any punches coming his way for his own unrelenting hits on the runner, his right paw aiming for another shot on Taye's ribs, but taking the shot to his head in full force. Seeing stars for a moment, Flatpaw stumbles backward and lands on his rump, a paw going up to briefly nurse at the struck area, before he remembers where he is, and scampers to his footpaws, shaking the hit off and getting back into stance, the area punched by the runner already beginning to show bruising.

Terrance sees his opportunity and quickly follows after Tom, throwing three jabs up at his face with his left paw to hopefully distract him from the strong right hook that Terr aims for the side of Tom's head.

Taye is happy to note the slight upwards blip in cheering as Flatpaw goes down, and he is urged on by it. He waits just long enough for Flatpaw to get back up and into stance before he charges forward, not feinting but giving a series of punches, right-left-right, to get in close. When he does he takes one big step forward, trying to hook his leg behind one of Flat's. Then, he turns his shoulder into him, trying to force him back to the ground.

Tom's head rocks back slightly with each connected jab to the face, his paws finally moving up to cover up his face as he backs into a corner, clenching his arms up close to his head, which, luckily for him, mostly deflects the punch to the side of his head, making it a glancing shot that simply clips his ear. Pushing away from the corner, Tom bulls into Terrance, trying to get out of his trapped position by swinging his arms in wide, powerful body blows, at least trying to get the younger recruit to back off of him. Flatpaw prepares for Taye's onslaught, and is doing fairly well at blocking, though he does let Taye get in close, and allows him to trip him backwards... But, unwilling to go down easily, Flatpaw spins as he falls, delivering a sharp, solid, and very cheap shot to the back of the runner hare's head as he goes down.

Terrance grunts as Tom's blows hit him in the ribs. The younger hare quickly gets the hint and backs off just as quickly, ducking down a little and holding his arms up and wide a little to fend of any more body blows. He then gets back on his tows and bobs around a bit, taking time to wipe off some blood that is dripping from the cut on his cheek bone from Tom's earlier hit.

A /very/ cheap shot, but an unexpected one. Taye doesn't even try to dodge it, because he doesn't see it. What he /does/ see is his vision go black. His knees buckle and he snakes to the ground, landing smartingly on his knees and tumbling forward. He's just able to get his paws down before going down completely. He remains there on all fours for a few seconds before crawling quickly to the edge of the ring to hang his head over the edge, where he promptly loses whatever dinner he'd eaten. Much to the - rather vocal - displeasure of those standing too close. Spitting and spitting again, he shakes his head and grabs the rope above his head. It trembles as he does, but nonetheless he tries to get up.

Tom, true to his defensive form, doesn't try to barrage Terrance with punches to try and gain an advantage. Instead, he keeps a steady distance from Terrance until he sizes up his opponent's form and fatigue... Whether he's a good boxer or not, he still learned a few things. Approaching Terrance again, he lifts his paw to wipe at his bloody nose, which has begun a steady trickle down into his mouth. "You'll pay for that, runt!" Meanwhile, Flatpaw tries to get up from the ground and attack Taye again, but the announcer recruit from before, as well as a few others that were standing nearby, leapt into the ring and grabbed ahold of Flatpaw, restraining him from continuing with more cheap shots on the struggling runner. Though, Taye better get up quickly, because Flatpaw's already shaken and kicked one of them away, and looks fit to break loose from being restrained soon.

Taye's eyes close and /oh/ but the pain. He stands, pulling himself arm-over-arm on the ropes and then turns, leaning back against them as he steadies himself. He squints against the doubling of his vision and with one final head shake clears it. Just in time, too. He takes two steps forward and a faltering one back, then waits for Flat to be released and to come again. Terrance and Tom are forgotten entirely, as is the crowd.

Terrance is breathing a little heavy but that's about it at this point. His extra practicing this week has paid of in the conditioning aspect. He spares a quick glance to see how Taye is doing and frowns but just shakes it off and looks back to Tom, bobbing on his paws and holding up his paws. "What's tha mattah Tommy. Shaken up by a 'runt'?"

Flatpaw finally is let go as Taye rights himself, and looks to be in control of his mentality. Flatpaw punches his palm a few times, and growls, wasting no time in springing towards the runner, the recruit hare aiming several could-be-jarring knockout shots for Taye's jaw and chin. Tom wrinkles his snout at Terrance in anger, the cheeky remarks making Tom snarl and leap on the offensive, coiling back his arm for a powerful right jab, his left coming up to fake a lighter one... That is, he fakes the fake, and actually comes through with the right paw, a grunt coming with the exertion from the effort.

Terrance spots Tom coiling back his right arm and isn't faked out by the left. When Tom gets close, Terr hops to Tom's right and grabs for his right arm, planning to pull Tom through while he throws his knee at Tom's oncoming stomach.

Taye spits out the side of his mouth one final time as Flatpaw comes, the only thing he's feeling aside from pain a great sense of reproach - almost a recoil from the disgusting way Flatpaw's conducting himself. Though mostly it's the pain. As he comes, he brings his knee up hard into the other's thigh. Charlie horse, anyone? His head is ducked and his arms are up, so the hope is that he'll only have very sore arms that he's unable to raise above his head tomorrow, instead of simply no head.

Tom is taken by surprise by the very non-boxing move... Which he obviously hadn't expected, nor prepared for. He grunts, doubling over Terrance's knee, eyes bulging out as he gasps for air, lungs and stomach not cooperating to fill himself with air... So, he remains bent over, clutching at his stomach. Flatpaw isn't faring much better, his assault on Taye interrupted before it's even started by the hard knee to his thigh. The previously intense recruit lets out a rather wimpy cry of pain as he takes a step backwards, nursing his leg with both paws, eyes still on Taye, but definitely not as intimidating as they may have been while he was beating the snot out of him.

Terrance takes full advantage of Tom's winded state and lifts his head a little with a couple of fingers so that he can get a better angle for the upper cut that he throws with all of his strength at Tom's chin.

Swaying first one way and then the other, Taye puts out a paw in order to catch his balance. And he does. Taking deliberate steps forward until he's just beyond punching range, the buck takes a quick and surprisingly steady step back with one paw and kicks up the other - at Flatpaw's other leg, just above the knee. Apparently he's no longer willing to get within sucker punch range.

Tom can't block the smaller recruit's next punch even if he tried. Without oxygen, his paws can't move fast enough to block or deflect anything, and if he backs up, he'll just fall over... So, he takes the uppercut on the chin, dropping the air-deprived hare flat on his back, sprawled out on the floor of the ring.

Flatpaw straightens up, lifting his leg and shaking the cramped limb out a few times as he watches Taye approach, finally lifting his paws up to defend himself. Flatpaw swings out with a right hook, which falls short of Taye's face by a good paw's length. His eyes catch the footpaw heading for his leg at the last possible moment, and he twists, putting a little too much pressure on his previously charlie-horsed leg, and... Awarding him with yet another charlie horse in the other leg. Flatpaw again lets out a meek shout, and limps backwards, towards the ropes, leaning against them so he doesn't have to stand, his paws up defensively the whole time.

The crowd loves this, cheering and working into an uproar as the underdogs take control of the fight.

Tam slips in and takes a seat in the front row

Terrance raises his paws up as Tom goes down and the crowd roars up. He takes this chance to catch his breath a bit while he prays that Tom doesn't get up in time.

Taye wipes the back of his paw across his mouth again, eyeing Flatpaw with that same look of offended dignity. It's rather funny-looking, given the circumstances, but then again his brains are a bit scrambled. He takes two more deliberate steps towards his self-called enemy, raises his fists and... stops. He glances towards the announcer and then back to Flatpaw. Spit. "... Call it, Flatty. There's no reason for me t' knock you out."

Tom is out cold. There's no reason for any count there, but the announcer hare does, anyway. Holding his paw in front of Tom's eyes, he begins the count of ten seconds. Flatpaw massages his legs feebly, looking at Taye and preparing to defend himself... And though he tries to hide it, he's grateful for the relaxing time, which he takes to try and stand up on his two legs... Which he's able to do. About this time, the ten-count is over for Tom, and there's another uproar from the crowd as they try to drag the unconscious hare out of the ring. Able to stand again, Flatpaw tests both to see if they can withstand the weight, then nods to Taye. "Alright, alright. You're right, s-" he stops right in the middle of the sentence (Flatpaw is -quite- the dirty fighter!) and launches forward, clenching his paws together and hammering up towards Taye's chin!

It only takes Taye two times falling for Flatpaw's dirty tricks for the third time to be the charm. As the clenched paws come up, Taye takes a quick dodging step to the side and forward, bringing his arm and fisted paw up under Flatpaw's raised arms and towards the soft, fleshy part of his stomach, just below the diaphragm.

Terrance holds up his paws once again, this time in victory and goes to the ropes and hangs on them, relaxing a bit. He wipes some more blood from the cut on his cheek and then looks towards Taye and Flatpaw, scowling as he spots Flat's dirty trick. He straitens up and takes a step to help Taye out but he stops as he sees Taye catch it this time.

Flatpaw -way- overpowers his swing, and he can't stop his paws' upward momentum as Taye dodges, and thus he takes the hard punch right to that weak spot in his gut, the hare falling down to his knees and paws, one of those paws coming up to grab at his stomach as he makes choked attempts for air. He crawls for the ropes, and hauls himself up... But that was pretty stupid, seeing as he's on his footpaws without having fully caught his breath. Nonetheless, he charges for Taye, his movements turning even more unfocused than before, his paws both swinging in wide hooks, one after the other, towards either of Taye's cheeks.

Terrance continues to just watch and grins as Taye's hit connects. Well that's that. He looks around and shouts out, "Get two mugs o' whatever drink ya chap 'ave out there up here, wot wot!"

Tam brings two mugs of october ale to the victors "Here y'are friends, good fight"

Terrance squats down and takes the mugs through the ropes and nods a, "Thanks chap" before standing and waiting for Taye to finish Flatpaw off.

Accept... it's not quite over, as Taye soon realizes. Grimacing as the brute just refuses to go down, Taye hunkers down as he charges. Instead of responding to the wildly flying arms, he doubles over, presenting his back and shoulder to the charging buck. Hopefully momentum will do the rest, if Taye lifts up at just the right moment.

Tam nods "Aye, anytime wot"

Flatpaw continues his blind charge, and barrels right into the crouched Taye. Uh, oh.

Oof! That's an impact, and it forces Taye back a bit, as well as jarring his shoulder considerably, but with a grunt he pushes up and - thanks to physics - Flatpaw flies up over him. Taye immediately stumbles forward and turns, falling against the ropes grasping his shoulder. Flatpaw is a very... solidly built fellow. Ouch.

Flatpaw yelps as he's surprisingly lifted off the ground, flying through the air momentarily, and... Well, he'd tucked in a little. So, he lands on his footpaws! This would be fortunate for him if he didn't have plenty of momentum to carry him over the ropes, the hare's body flipping over the top rope and landing soundly on the quite hard floor around the ring, spectators stepping back out of collision's way. Needless to say, Flatpaw is unconscious. The crowd goes wild.

Terrance jumps and yeahs! along with the rest of the crowd as Flatpaw goes flying, spilling some of the ale but oh well, there's still most of the mug left. Once he sees Flatpaw is out like a light he goes over to Taye and grabs his arm and raises it in the sky "We did it!" In his haste however, he probably didn't pay attention to Taye rubbing the shoulder of the arm he grabbed.

Tam stands up clapping "Great fight you two, great fight"

Thanks be to all for the thick stone walls of the mountain, because otherwise they could probably expect a party-crasher in a couple of minutes following those last few cheers. Taye's ears, on the other hand, only perk lazily at the noise and he's just starting to look around when Terrance comes around and grabs his paw. He lets out a yell which turns into a groaning laugh. His puts a paw goes to the back of his head for the first time but after touching it once decides he'll just.. leave it be. "... We did it." Surprise, and not exactly a cheer. He grabs onto the ropes again and looks around at the ale-spilling crowd, then towards the being-tended-to losers. "... Ugh."

Terrance grins and laughs, "Sorry chap. Here, this should help out a bit" he says, passing the mug over to Taye. "Cheers!" he shouts before clinking his own mug against the runner's and taking a big swig. That is quickly followed by a bout of coughing. First drink.

Leeean. No supporty of own weight. Taye takes the offered mug and literally drinks it down. This may not be his first drink, but he's not exactly a seasoned drinker. His face flushes a bright red but he doesn't cough. "... Whew. Good stuff." Finally he grins, and widely so. Terrance gets a pat on the shoulder, and the crowd gets some attention as well. "Three cheers fer Terr!"

Tam exclaims, "Hip Hip Horay!"

The crowd cheers wildly for the two winners.

Cough. "Yeah." Cough. Terr grins though and finishes the little last bit of the mug. "Three Cheers fer Taye!" He shouts out in response. "Now I just need ta figuah out a story tah tell yer pa or whoever's on duty in the infirm how I got this cut on my cheek" the figher recruit says, gingerly touching the offending cut that is already surrounded by a good deal of redness.

The crowd continues to cheer, making almoast a deafening noise, cheering for the two who are still standing.

Taye eyes Terr's cut. "... You, uh. Fell outta yer bed?" He grins, not even sure if Terrance'll have heard him, and looks towards the crowd as they cheer. Tam in the front row of spectators is also given a grin. With a grimace he ducks under the ropes, stepping out of the ring as folks clear out of the way. He sways, then steadies. Chances are he won't be up for morning training tomorrow. XD Especially not if folks keep handing him drinks, which one doe does. He takes it with a blush, and drinks a good half of it down.

Terrance grins a little wider and nods, "Aye, sounds good" he replies then looks out to the crowd and shakes their head. "Well, I don't think I'll be having any troubles from them anymore finally, eh wot!"

Tam walks over to Taye and slaps him on the back "Great fight, wish I could fight that good" not handing him a drink

Tam nods to Terrance "Great fight, I would hope they learned their lesson, um... about your cut, uh... you uh, got it when you were excersizing and you tripped? /Right/?"

Taye stumbles forward at the slap, as unbalanced as a leaf right now. Ale sloshes out of his mug which strikes him as funny, and he snorts. "Thanks, mate." Tam, that is. He drinks what remains of the amber liquid and sits down hard on one of the empty ale barrels. There's going to be a bunch of recruits with hangovers tomorrow morning.

Terrance looks over Tam and quirks a brow as he doesn't recognize him but he just says, "Right." He then takes a seat next to Taye, leaning against the barrel and glances at the crowd. "So how long do ya think it'll take ta empty 'em out o' 'ere?"

Taye squints around at the crowd, which actually has thinned considerably since the ending of the fight, save for those who actually did come just to drink. "... Don't think we're gonna be able to. Think we oughta just do our victory dances 'n' head on up before things get rowdy..." He grins, even if he does look exhausted.

Terrance chuckles and nods as he looks around, "Aye, sounds good. A bed especially sounds good about now, eh wot." He grins then. "So how sore do ya think we're going to be in tha morning?" The fighter recruit manages to stand up and offers a paw to Taye to help him do the same thing.

Taye snickers, a little punchily. "... I don't 'spect anything above m'shoulders' going to feel very good t'morrah," he answers. He takes the offered paw and pulls himself up, then drapes an arm around Terr's shoulder. He then takes an unsteady step towards the door. "Worth it t' knock out that idiot, though..."

"Hooah ta that mate." Terrance says as they make their way to the exit. "I'll remember tha sound o' Tom hittin' the floor for quite a while."

Tam chuckles "Aye, that was great"

Taye looks around at Tam and can't help but grin. They seem to have a fan. He glances back around at Terrance. "Well that's /my/ last boxin' match fer... well, forevah." He smirks, then reclaims his arm from around Terr's shoulder long enough to push open the door, holding it open for both Terr and Tam.

Tam nods his thanks to taye.

Terrance chuckles and says, "Or until tha next unarmed combat class for me." He then walks through the door and starts to make his way slowly back to his dorm.

Taye waits for the two to pass through the door before giving the room one final look. With a grin and a tired shake of his head, he turns and exits.