01:22 AM

The room is empty, most furs still recovering from the previous nights activities.  Getting up rather late in the afternoon, Jarril's usual mood had returned and going to sort it out seemed like a good idea at the time.  Meeting one of the fighters from his own patrol, a slightly older hare named Brinth Toodlerhoddle Grasvaine the Third.  Jarril went down with him to the boxing chamber.  All had started out well for the first few rounds.  Jarril had ended up losing a round, then claiming one back but then he started to get behind on a few rounds and the anger welled up begin to surface.  It wasn't until the 6th or 7th that things started to deteriorate.

Brinth panted hard as he looked back at the younger hare who was clearly not keeping his guard up and taking full swings now.  "Come on, laddy.  Ya should be keeping ya guard up."  Brinth gave a small laugh, his eyes only for a second taken away from the other hare who landed a solid punch on the chin.  "Why don't ya just shout up, ya piece of scum."  The foot came in hard, sending Brinth to the floor, but Jarril kept on going, anger welling up in him.  Seeing nothing but some horrible creature that had taken away his only close family, his paws kept smacking into the head of Brinth while he was pinned down.  Getting a hit in between each word, Jarril spoke.  "You're nothing but a murderous vermin scum that needs to die."  Brinth by this time had lost consciousness and was bleeding, Jarril just kept hitting.

Well, Zoe -was- coming down for a bit of liesurely training, but at all of the noise, she breaks into a run, heading for the chamber door. And, upon entering, she merely stands, dumbstruck, staring up at the ring where Jarril is poised, screaming and, well, beating the bloody hell out of the other hare. Blink-blink. She wipes a paw over her eyes, to be sure she's not seeing things, and double-times over to the ring, jumping in under the ropes and coming up behind Jarril, attempting to grab him under the arms to drag him off. She barks out an order, "Jarril, stop it! Yer gonna kill 'im!"

Jarril frowns and twirls around to face Zoe and getting up, his face shows complete anger.  A paw goes up, poised like a spring to go into attacking and then it drops down to his side and with the look vanishing to one of despair, the major falls onto his knees in the ring, the other hare clearly knocked out, bruised badly with two swollen eyes but breathing.

Studying Jarril uncertainly for a moment, and a bit warily, Zoe then moves past him and drops down beside the unconscious hare, one paw falling to his shoulder and the other gently lifting one eyelid and then the other. She frowns, glances back towards Jarril, and then away, with a sigh. "He's goin' t' be a'right.. I think."

Jarril looks down and shakes his head.  "Doesn't matter, damage has been bally well done, wot."  Getting up, the major walks over to the ropes and leans on them, his head resting on the top one.  "I let my emotions run ta far and that's what I did ta one of my own fighter."

A small, scruffy shadow appears in the door. If it weren't for her distinct lack of large ears and paws, one might momentarily mistake it for a leveret. Newp. It's Farren. She heard the commotion, and naturally, she came hobbling to see what it was. Now she's just peering into the room. Oooh. And this must obviously be the boxing chamber. Hoozah. She steps in. Her blade is back on her belt, and she's keeping one paw on it out of habit.

"Jarril? Yer off duty, an' that's an ordah. Fer two weeks. I want ya t' sort yer stuff out.. How ya do that's yer own business, but if'n ya -want- my help, ya've got it. But..." Zoe frowns, shaking her head, "I'll leave tha' up t' you." She then gently shakes the prone buck before her, and lowers her head to whisper, trying to wake him. But, well, that's not happening any time soon. She glances up, spies Farren, and regards her silently, "You see any hares out there that could help t' carry 'im up t' the infirm?"

A young and curious hare pokes his head through the chamber opening. He scuttles on in and watches the Long Patrol Oficers in a boxing ring. How exciting . He can prove himself by winning against one of the Officers. Then heid get some respect. "Zoe Lang, marm, my Fighter Atokk attend your match?" His eyelids flutter in a comical flurting fashion. "I'll giv im' the ol' one two, wot!" He sends his gauss wrapped fists at a blurring speed in the air.

Jarril sighs and nods.  "Okay...  Maybe I should leave the mountain for a bit."  The hare frowns and doesn't have any idea on where to go but he should be able to find something.  Slipping through the ropes, he doesn't say anything else and makes his way over to one of the towels.  Brinth however, gives out a soft groan, tough old buck this one is.

Farren sticks her head out into the corridor, pulls it back, and shakes it. "No, marm, I don' see a whisker o'--" And in pops Atokk. "Oh. Well here's one, mebbe?" She grins. For herself, she begins making her way over to the ring, her eyes wide with obvious fascination. She doesn't fail to notice the beaten hare, but it also doesn't seem to bother her overmuch.

"Ah... Atokk? There's no fight, here, sorry t' disappoint." She offers the fighter a slight grin and a shrug, and then turns back to Jarril. "Jar... don't see how leavin'll help, but if'n ya think it will.. s'pose I won't stop ya." She quirks a brow. "Mayhaps spend some time in Halyard?" Because at least then he'll be close, and she can keep an eye on him. Or have someone else do so. She coughs, and then gestures Atokk over, "Give me a hand, if'n ya might? Need t' get this fellah up t' the infirm, and I can't righ'ly do it on my own." She kneels by the bucks head, bracing her arms under his shoulders.

Atokk salutes the hare, "Yes, marm!" HHe walks over to the body and helps Zoe.

Jarril looks from his towel.  "I suppose.  Any inns or that there?"  Getting up as well as Brinth moves a paw and mumbles some incoherrent words.

Farren scoots cheerfully over to help with the senseless hare. She wasn't invited. But seeing as she's trying to get in good graces, she's not going to let a little thing like that and her twisted leg get in the way of things.

Nodding her thanks, to -both- of the helpful beasts, Zoe nevertheless returns her attention to Jarril, "Aye, they have.. Keita, m' daughter. She c'n put ya up.. if ya'd like? I c'n send word t' her." Yargh. Distractions. Silly unconscious Brinth.

Jarril nods and makes his way to the door.  "Yeah, if you could."  The major stops.  "I suppose I be getting told off for this then?"  Looking at Zoe a bit worriedly.

Not yet moving to take Brinth off to the infirmary, Zoe studies Jarril yet again, silently. "... No, Jar. Ya won't be gettin' told off fer this, no more than I a'ready have by takin' ya off duty.. Now go on, report t' yer dormitory. I don't want t' see ya doin' any work, eithah." She then nods to the other two, gesturing them to make their way out of the ring and towards the door.

Farren carries what small part of the hare she can manage, in this case, a foot. Yay.

Jarril nods and head out quickly.