Quinten Log 4 - 16 09 2005

Salamandastron: Level One

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You have come to a large intersection of paths. Passages lead off in

every direction, turning and spiraling off into the distance. There is a

clearing of sorts where they all meet, a circular 'room' which gives space

for traffic to pass smoothly in all directions.

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Salamandastron: Caverns - Boxing Chamber

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This room obviously has a rather singular purpose, and that purpose is not hard to discern, if one was only to look around. There is only about ten or fifteen feets worth of space in which to walk, around the perimeter, and the reason for this is that the rest of the space in the room is taken up by a slightly elevated fighting ring. The platform is about two feet above the floor, and upon each corner of the square platform there is a wooden post. Encircling the ring in are lengths of rope extending from each post. The floor of the platform is somewhat giving, as it is in someway padded. So far as the perimeter of the room, chin-up bars attached to the walls are staggered with benches, from which creatures can watch the fights.

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Howard is to the side of the chamber, hunched over a split sack of sand with a thread and needle. The bag is a training target that has seen better days and has now split down the back. Howard has been charged with repairing it. He's not too pleased about that.

Quinten slips into the boxing room and starts looking around, he's been ordered to familiarise himself with the ay out of the mountain and has finally found the boxing room, its quite a well stocked room it would seem, he doesn't appear to hav noticed the older hair but is making enough noise as he walks along

Howard stops as he hears the the all to familiar sound of Quinten approaching. Looking about there's no where to hide so instead he gets close down to the sewing, trying to hide his face, hoping not to be noticed. Unfortunately the needle strikes his paw. "DAMNATION!" he shouts tossing the implement aside in his frustration.

Quinten's head wips around and he smiles at the hare "Howard my dear irrascible and grouchy friend good day,"

Howard glares at Quinten, rubbing his paw. "What's so good about it?" he says, moody as ever. He stands and steps over the sand bag, repairs as of yet uncompleted. "What're you doing down here?

Quinten smiles "Looking about ole chapt thats what, got given me orders after i got lost again, i think his exact words where, 'I want you to walk these halls until they've been knocked into your bally skull, if you get lost again its thirty laps around the base of the mountain in full gear.'

Howard wanders over to the ring and leans down to pick up his needle from where it landed. "About time you had some sense knocked into you." concurring with the anonymous officers logic.

Quinten stands up straighter, ears pricking up all the way "Well i say sir, that was totally uncalled for, just because a lad doesn't know his way around a new place instantly." he stalks over to wards the ring back stiff and ears bristling

Howard swings around and jabs a finger at the younger beast "Listen up sunny, and listen good. You don't learn fast round here and you'll get it one way or the other!" he's fuming "Either by your own fault or on the end of some vermin sword!"

Quinten folds his arms and baares his front teeth at you "Well you listen here old chap!" definate emphasis on the old "I'm doing my best ok, you can't expect a bod to suddenly be a military mastermind after three days.

Howard lets the arm drop and the visible anger subsides, drawing back and raging furiously beneath the surface. Quinten has obviously hit some sensitive ground. "You don't need to be a mastermind," clenched teeth muffling the words "You just need a damn brain between your ears!".

Quinten grins his teeth, this hare makes him so damn mad, but he's trying to be civil "Well maybe it would help if some beast would bother giving me some of this so called training, so far i've had a few paws shakes, a welcome or two and left to wander.

Howard explodes "RIGHT!" he roars. "Get up in there and I'll give you some damn training!" his paw is practically thrown up at the ring leaving Howard almost quaking with rage.

Quinten blinks and takes a half step back wards at the roaring, ears pinning back sharply "Well i say old bean no need to shout....i've just not settled in i guess..." he eyes you then the ring and sighs and moves to climb into it "Though i best do as you say sir, i'm supposed to obey order wot..."

Howard lifts himself up onto the surface of the boxing ring after Quinten. "I'm no officer" he says as he stands. Angry he is but untruthful he is not. "Show us what you've got." as he speaks he gestures for the younger, taller hare to come at him.

Quinten nods and crouches, bringing his paws up, "Well you might not be an officer but your older then me...." he feints twice wth hi right then lunges forwards with his left, "And i want to learn..."

Howard is caught somewhat off guard, dodging the two from the right that never come and barely missed by the left. He retaliates with an aggressive uppercut powered by a charge.

Quinten ducks backwards, paws scrabbling for a footing, barely dodging that uppercut, bringing his paws up in the defensive, unsure, wavering but they seem to have a rough idea waht to do, eyes fixed on your chest and shoulders.

Howard hangs back for a moment, gauging the situation. He's not got a particular style and instead is resorting to a more feral approach more akin to a bar brawl than anything else. Finally he leaps in aiming a mean punch from above. He follows through, swinging around and bringing the back of the other fist down at Quinten.

Quinten is caught totally off guard by Howard's attack not moving no where near fast enough, the paw from above gets him between the ears and as he reels back, arms flailing your other paw connnects as well

Howard allows his opponent time to breathe, a luxury he really shouldn't allow. He withdraws slightly, flexing his paws, trying to anticipate the next move.

Quinten stands upright panting lightly and tenderly feeling his chest "Ouch....that sure hurt...what am i doing wrong?" he doesn't wait for an answer however, lunging forwards right fist feinting and left leg kicking out at yours...

Bailey has arrived.

Howard's leg takes it, having expected something from the fists. It goes from under him and he hits the ring hard. He tries to pick himself up, grimacing and grunting. Having neither the time to get up he instead swings himself about in a sweeping kick, aiming to take out the legs of his opponent also.

Quinten yells and crashes to the floor, landing on his scut with a yelp and scrabbling backwards trying to find enogh purchase to stand up

Howard, with his legs now in front of him, rolls up onto his heels and dives for Quinten aiming to pin him. Although he hates to admit it the younger hare is doing a pretty good job at smacking Howard about.

Quinten is pinned by Howard as he crashes into his legs, he tries to kick the older hare off him, paws pummeling at his shoulders

Howard takes multiple hard hits across his shoulders, his own weight making sure the kicks did nothing but jostle him. He rolls to escape the onslaught, trying to come up as he does so. He staggers with the momentum and falls against the ropes, breathing hard and sweating. He straightens up, and readies himself. Tired and hurting but still with it.

Quinten lets the hare go as he rolls away, he grabs the ropes and slowly starts to pull himself up, panting nad wiping sweat from his eyes, his fur a deeper shade of brown now where it is soaking him, he smiles lopsididly and waits for Howard to come at him

Howard also awaits an assault. When none comes he takes the oppurtunity to breathe. "Giving up?" he asks, almost jokingly. Almost but not quite, he's still Howard of course.

Dandelion comes running in, slightly late, and out of breath, looking around to see if anyone's noticed his abscence.

Quinten shakes his head "Not on your life Howard...." he moves slowly forwards, crouching low and breathing more under control now.

Bailey limps in a moment or two after Dandelion, in search of something to occupy her mind. Her head is wrapped in bandages and her left arm is in a splint. Her legs are fine, other than a few bruises here and there. She isn't fevered any more, either. Smiling, she hurriedly limps to the side of the ring, calling out, "You can take 'im, doncha know. You've the advantage of being younger, yore muscles an' suchlike are springy.. Go fer it!"

Howard grins sinisterly "Oh good.". He hops forward aiming a crude, swinging kick at

Quinten, as if he's going for a long shot with a ball.

Quinten sees the kick coming and hops up, aiming to let it sweep underhis paws

Dandelion walks up to the ringside, still panting from the run. He supports himself on one of the posts, catching his breath and looking at the fight.

Howard the kick does indeed miss. Having half expected it Howard drops down onto the now more forward paw, flinging himself forward, going for Quintin with an elbow.

Quinten wheezes as that elbow catches him right in the stomach, the younger hare doubles up as the air rushes out of his lungs, folding forwards and being born backwards by Howard's lunge.

Howard comes to a halt letting his arm drop. Satisfied with his work thus far he begins to think about how to end it.

Quinten wriggles feebly, trying to get back up, not wanting to surrender to the hare whilst he can still move

Bailey winces and bites her lip, pounding on the ring floor with a first, yelling encouragement to Quinten. "C'mon, git up, that wasn't nearly as hard as me Dad cuffed my ears!" Seeing that it probably won't do much good, she satisfies herself with simply watching.

Dandelion grimaces at the hit, and inadvertedly feels at his nose with a paw. It's not sore any longer, but he can vividly remember the feeling of elbow against it.

Howard is tempted to put the boot in now. He'd have done it not so long ago, but with the appearance of an audience he has to reign it in somewhat. He glances down at Dandelion and then over at Bailey, before returning his gaze to Quinten. He stays where he is, resorting to fairer play than he might like.

Quinten staggers back to his feet, breathing raggedly as he tries to fill his lungs, one more like that and he'll be down.... crouching he circles to the left and feints, once, twice with his paws not wanting to get in too close..

Chewing his lip, Dandelion looks on. On the one hand he's anxious to get it over with, but on the other hand he's had a hard time coping with hand to hand fighting after the nose incident...

Howard jumps back at the second feint, expecting an actual strike. In retaliation he comes forward, striking out with a single jab from the right.

Quinten ducks and jabs up, or begins to, he misjudged howards jab and it catches him in the side of the head, he staggers left and careens off the ropes and staggers back, trying to stop himself as he moves back into range of Howards paws

Howard sidesteps and moves round the stumbling hare. He aims a precise stomp at one of

Quinten's heals, hoping to floor him once more.

Quinten yells and is floored, landing with a thump and just lying there panting heavily, he tries to get up but his paws go out from under him dumping him back down, soaked and dripping sweat and looks up at Howard with one eye and grimaces

Bailey ducks out of instinct, frowning. "Right then.. Howard, I suppose yeh win." She looks at the older hare and pulls herself into the ring with her good arm, limping towards

Quinten and kneeling beside him with a grin and a wince. "You okay, lad?"

Howard leans down over Quinten and speaks as Bailey arrives "Oh he'll be fine. He's just lucky he's who he is and where he is. Other wise it'd be a fair sight worse.". He's taking the whole thing very seriously, without a hint of celebration in the victory.

Dandelion chews his lip nervously and looks around... Looks like he's the only one left, then...

Quinten smiles up and manages to sit back up grinning at Bailey then looking somberly to

Howard "Good fight....how do you think i did Howard?" he looks at Bailey and winks "I'll be fine miss"

Howard offers the younger hare a hand "Not too bad. Could have been better and it could've been a lot worse." he seems a certainly a lot calmer than before, although it really isn't hard by comparison "You did over stretch at the wrong moments and you could have done with less of the fancy stuff. Just hitting the other beast is better than pretending too."

Meanwhile, the doe steadies herself on the ropes, hopping up and smiling a bit. "I tend to agree with that one, Sah. Get a direct hit whenever possible, and if not, haphasard blows are good to make the oponent dazed."

"Uh... Sir?" Dandelion tries to get Howard's attention, unsure as to how he should adress the older hare.

Quinten nods and leans on the ropes "Ri...i'll try better next time Howard.... and i didn't want to get too close, everytime we got in close you floored me"

Howard stands up and nods "That makes sense too I suppose" he says, replying to Quinten's remarks "We better clear out quickly. There's a class in here next.". He limps over to the ropes, himself aching and bruised, and ducks under them seating himself on the edge of the ring. Dandelion succeeds in catching his attention. "What?"

Quinten follows the older hair out of the ring and manages to reach a bench, collapsing onto it, still panting and winces at a few bruises, he's going to have to make yet another trip to the baths it seems

Dandelion clears his throat. "Uh... I was supposed to have unarmed combat training, but I was delayed..." He chews on his lip again, obviously rather nervous. "Are you the instructor, sah?"

Howard hops down and wanders back over to the sac he was fixing before. Producing the needle and thread again. "No. Sorry." he says abrupt but unusually polite. He sits and goes back to work, previous frustrations having fizzled away.

Dandelion eardroops. "Oh." he says, and sighs a sigh that makes it evident he's painfully aware of the punishment for missing a class. He turns around, leaning back against the pole and stares at his feet in silence.

Bailey twitches her nose, looking awfully grimey from her journey here. She tilts her head and murmurs softly to the older hare, having hopped off the ring, "Are the baths for residents, officers and recruits only, Sah? I'd really like to get the dust out o' me ears, eh wot?"

Quinten smiles at Dandelion and waves a paw at him "Nice to meet you wot, i'm dandelion don't look so down..."

Dandelion room-pages, "You're me? o,O".

You room-page, "errrr dang make that Quinten."

Bailey room-pages, "Heh.. Freudian slip, eh?".

In a room page-pose, Dandelion thought as much. :)

Howard looks up from repairing the bag. A little confused as to the sudden interest in him. "I need to get a badge that says 'Not an Officer'." he sighs "They won't mind if you use the baths." He says, trailing off distractedly.

Quinten stands up and stretches "Well i'm off to the baths meself then a kip before i'm due for a lesson to later friends."