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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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Comes in with about three other hares from his patrol and looks about, turning to one of them while talking to one of them quietly.  "I don't know why ya put my name down for this."  He slowly takes off his jacket and looks about the room.  Turning back to one of his fighters he hands his jacket over.  "Don't crease it, wot."  He turns around and looks to be out of place within the big fighter hares and coughs, rubbing the back of his neck.  The thought of getting revenge deep within the Major's head.

Northpaw sits in his small corner of the ring, sitting on his small stool, cracking his neck. He narrows his eyes, flexing his paws, balling them into fists, and then unballing them. He waits for Nev to come up to ref. He looks around at all of the hares in the cavern, soaking in the glory of the moment. He hasn't even won yet.  He smiles looking around for his friends, his eyes now open all the way.

Sundew claps Jarril on the back heartily and grins. "Oh, don't pretend you're not looking forward to it, Major..show us all y'Long Patrol spirit, eh?"

Jarril looks at Sundew and nods his head.  "Well, at least I have quicker paws ta dodge."  He looks at Sundew a bit more.  "Mind if I ask who brought the idea ta my patrol on signing me up for this?"

Sundew coughs, averting her eyes and shrugging in mock ignorance. "No idea, mate. Me..I had no clue..not at all.." She glances over to Neville, looking askance at him. "Think y'gonna start in a minute.." she remarks to the Major, stepping back to join the rest of the crowd.

Icepaw walks into the room, ready to watch the fight

Jarril gives a back glance to where Sundew has gone and nods his head, muttering quietly to himself.  "Make a note, get her back on something in future."  He gives a smirk on that one and loosens up a bit, testing his left shoulder which had been recovering over the last few weeks after the last patrol incident with Nev.

Neville climbs up into the ring, looking around himself and frowning slightly. He potters into the centre, his slippers shuffling along as he peers about into the baying crowd. He coughs and puts on his best 'angry landlord speaking to unruly drunks voice' and shouts out the starting arrangements, "Quiet, Quiet!" he starts, "I want to get some ground rules laid out before we start!" he shouts into the quietening crowd. "Right - thats better! OK - We want a clean fight, no biting, clawing, spitting or anything of the like. Just good, clean punches, no kicking". He looks around the crowd to make sure they got it and glances towards Northpaw and then over to Jarril with the crowd, making completely sure that they understand. "And lastly, if you want a drink, then you can come ask me, no stealing from my cellar!" he growls, a furious glint in his eyes, before turning and pottering off out of the ring.

Buckthorn walks in, his eyes flicking quickly around the room. He was signed up to box, but it was unlikely the ahre would do so unless called out. So instead he moves off to the benches around the ring, his eyes falling over the hares getting ready to fight. Well, at least some after-lunch entertainment was to be had at this little shindig. Buck laughs at the speech of Nev. How did he manage to fit the topic of alcohol into every conversation? Buckthorn leans back against the wall, a dull smile on his face.

Darklett's here. >.> He steps into the chamber behind Buckthorn, taking a seat (quite literally, taking, as in he removes one other hare and sits down himself) near the front. He cheers, putting his paw to his mouth in a whistle. Northpaw and... Jarril? That's unexpected.

Jarril takes a deep breath and slips into the ring easily enough, the major keeping himself loose as he walks right up to the middle of the ring.  Looking about, he see's other runners looking at him as he see's the fighters in the crowd looking at Northpaw.  Rolling his neck about, he smiles.  "Well, lad.  Shall we, before it gets ta late, wot?"  The major fixing his eye patch on his head before standing there with his paws to the side of him.

Thistle steps in , a couple o' pawlengths behind Buckthorn and Darklett. Looking around , she tries to figure out who's in charge here, wanting to see if it's still possible to sign up. Spotting Neville giving his speech, she begins meandering over in that direction, hoping to catch him before he wanders too far away from the ring.

Icepaw starts to get antsy, wanting to see a good fight.  He looks around the room and starts to fidget a bit.

Northpaw gets up from his stool. Licking his lips he walks his paws down at his sides. He smiles once he makes it near Jarril. He puts up his dukes (figure that out, Brits. No offence meant.) and cocks his head, "Lad? I didn't know you were a old en, sah! I always thought you a rather young hare, y' must be rather a old hare in young fur.".

Jarril stares back at Northpaw with a grin.  "Sah, I am a major and if I wish ta call a low ranking patroller like yaself a lad, I will bally well do so."  The major's eye never flinches as he stares at the stronger fighter in front of him.  Nodding his head, he takes two steps back and then gets onto his feet properly, ready to move if needs be as he brings his arms up to protect his head.  "Now sah, are we going ta complain or actually fight, wot.  I let ya take the first hit if ya want?"

Buckthorn taps a paw on the head of the bench, his eyes finding the two beasts up in the ring. This /was/ amusing. "Y'cin get 'em down in ah single shot, I'll betcha Majah!" He calls out, encouraging the one-eyed hare. Buck smiles gently to himself, figuring this was going to be a one sided fight. The large healer glances over to Dark. "S'gonna be good, eh?" He says with a nudge to the others side.

Darklett's eyes are glued to the ring, watching the two hares talk to each other in the ring, shouting, "C'mon! Get things going!", cupping his paws around his mouth to amplify the sound. He turns to Buckthorn with a grin, looking pretty hyperactive. "Heh, let's hope so. Wouldn't want this to be completely one-sided. The major's a runner, not even that partial to fighting."

Thistle manages to hustle her way through the other hares to get behind Neville. It's a bit loud and such, what with excitement that's happening in the chamber, so the runner just opts for the swift approach of getting his attention, dropping a paw down to his shoulder. " Scuze me chap. " , she says loudly enough to be heard over the din.

Since the attack has come from the front, there isn't anything wrong with the eye that Jarril has and the hare swiftly sidesteps away just in time as he uses his runner skills to get out of the way but he feels the wind of the punch move a few of his hairs and whiskers.  Now to the left of Northpaw, the major sends a small jab in himself in the general direction to the side of the head of the fighter himself.

Northpaw duck from Jarrils punch, but his ear get grazed. His arm has jerked back, it was his left paw. He punches with his rightpaw aiming form Jar's stomach.

Neville hurries through the crowd, trying to escape to freedom in order to guard his cellar from the pilfering hands of the fighters. He jumps as a hand lands on his shoulder, he rounds angrily, frowning darkly, "Give me a second! I can't start serving drink till I get to the drink now can I?" asks the bartend grumpily. He sighs, "Well then, what can I getcha?" he asks.

Jarril takes the punch to the stomach and bounces back a long way, as he was from the centre of the ring to the edge of the ring in one jump.  Coughing slightly, the hare wipes his face slightly before spitting to the side.  "That's all ya got lad.  Hmmm, I suppose it have ta do I suppose."  Rubbing his stomach slightly, the major recomposes himself and stands there.  "Well, come on, don't have all bally day, wot."  The hare nods for Northpaw to come to him.

Ooh. Thistle hushes up a bit, surprised by the fierce words and the frowns of the bartender. Drawing her hand back, she remarks politely , " Not here for a drink, good chap. Lookin' to see if it's not too late to sign up f'r some fisticuffs, and you looked like the right hare to talk to. "

Northpaw gathers him self, approching Jarril slowly. He fakes with his left, and goes for Jarrils head with a right roundhouse.

Neville freezes mid-finger-wagging and stands there for a moment, colouring slightly in embarassment. He drops the pointing finger and grins sheepishly, "Ah..erm... sorry m'arm, obviously I got the wrong end of the stick there!". He coughs nervously and scratches the back of his head, "Well.. I'm not sure if there are any spare places in the upcoming fights. Iffen yer can find y'self a fighting partner then we can accomodate. I'm just here t'make sure they don't cheat and none of the blighters raids my cellar again!"

Icepaw watches the fight with unbreakable concentration, unable to avert his gaze even if his life depended on it.

Sundew grins, watching Jarril's seemingly more laid-back approach and taking in the fierce concentration in North's attack. She stretches her footpaws out in front of her, lazily. This ought to shape up to be rather entertaining, if North joins in the verbal sparring..

Buckthorn sits up, getting into the fight. "Look out, Majah! Get 'im now, Sah!" He calls out, his own fist pounding the air as the hare falls into the fighting mode. "Ah, c'mon!" Buck pipes up, his own voice carrying above the others in the crowd. The healer jams his paws down to his knees, gripping them as if he would fly away without them.

Jarril doesn't see the left fake jab as that's where he can't see.  *see desc if you don't believe me*  Seeing the right come in though, the hare moves his arm up to block that as he protects the only eye that he has.  Wincing to the pain in his arm as the hits home directly the major sidesteps out quickly to the side and another swift of the feet movement gets him behind the fighter where he unleashes two quick jabs behind the fighter, aimed for the head.

Icepaw overhears Neville talking to Thistle. He walks over to Thistle. " I'll be your boxing partner if you wish."

Northpaw turns, but not quickly enough. the first blow hits his chin, and the second grazes the side of his head. He is turning right, and swings a hard blow towards Jarril's chest.

Jarril moves back as he gets out of reach of the blow and smiles.  "Ta slow, sah."  The major does some fancy footwork on the ring and then hops forwards, presses his face right up to Northpaw's and speaks again.  "Now, lad.  Listen ta me."  The major hops back out of range again.  "Ya like a lumbersome brute of a weasel with all brawn and no brains, wot."  The major ducks and weaves quickly as he keeps dancing on his feet.  "Now, again lad, again.  Come at me, wot."

How convienent! Thistle was just about to cast her head around to see who she could drudge up for a partner. " That'd be absolutely spiffy! " , she exclaims. Hee, that certainly worked out well for her. The young runner turns back around to face Neville, making a motion to Icepaw with 'er head. "  I think I've got someone 'ere now. Top hole how that worked itself off, eh? "

Sundew stands up, her face creased with laughter at the Major's insult. "Any more where that came from, Majah?" she yells, awaiting Northpaw's reaction eagerly.

Buckthorn cups his paws around his mouth. "Ack! Now now, keep yer good eye on 'im, Sah! Don' give th' blighter advice! Own fault fer signin' up, wot?" He shouts playfully, his eyes glinting from the torches set around the walls. Buck claps his paws together as Jarril verbally batters the other. "S'right, Sah! Give 'im th' ole one two!"

Sundew speaks up for Jarril's opponent. "C'mon, North! Retaliate some, wot? Chuck in a few bally insults..he'll love that.." she calls out, nudging the hare next to her. "Our Major'll get properly into the spirit of it yet," she murmurs to him, with a smile.

Northpaw smiles taking the vocal blow. He cracks his neck, jumping up and down. He stops, and says "Just because I'm a fighter, doesn't mean I'm slow. To emphsize the point his does a back hand spring, and walks to Jarril fists up. This time he fakes with his right, and swiftly brings his left paw towards Jarril's head.

Jarril ducks out of the way of the right blow as he feels the force of the punch on the left side of his head, reeling the major back a bit.  Shaking his head, the major takes a slight stumble back and holds the side of his head for a moment.  However hurt he is physically the major again gets in the verbal assault.  "Ah lad, feels nice ta beat up a one eyed runner, eh?  I suppose ya ran home ta ya matter if a snowflake rested on that nose of ya's."  The major slowly stands up again and shakes his head.  "My turn, lad."  The major quickly moves in, tries a jab, dodges to the right, jabs, right, jab and back.  Not sure if any had hit, he moves back away from the fighter, his head shaking, trying to get rid of that dizzyness now.

Buckthorn pounds his knee with a balled up paw. "No, don' take that, Sah! Th' lil' cheek 'tis goin' fer y'left side, Majah!" Buckthorn roars up to Jarril, reaching forward and tugging down a hare that had jumped up in front of him due to excitement. "Stop 'oldin' back, Sah! I know y'could'ah taken him down ah'fore now iffen y'wanted tah!"

Thistle is being quiet, and for good reason. Her eyes are locked onto the match that's occuring in front of her. Blood n' whiskers, that looks intense. For just a couple of moments, Thistle entertains thoughts of withdrawing before even starting.. Her eyes glance over to Icepaw, taking the new recruit in..

Icepaw watches the fight intently, still unable to see who will be the victor as both sides seem to be evenly matched.

Northpaw ducks under the punches. And backs off, letting Jarril get a rest. He feels bad about hitting Jarril in his blind side. He shadow boxes as he waits for Jarril to regain his sight. "Any time Majah. Any time.".

Jarril shakes his head a bit more and shakes his head.  "I give in."  The major says and walks up to Northpaw.  "Good fight, although ya need a bit more training on the insult thing, wot."  The major still a bit wobbly as he shakes his head.  "I know I can't beat ya and I rather have one eye than none."  The major holds his paw out.  "Good fight, must do this again another time, eh?"

Northpaw smiles and takes the paw, shaking it hartily. He takes a deep breath, and says "Maybe y' could teach me sometime, sah! I just got lucky, you'd have won if I hadn't.". He lets go and sits down in stool, breathing in and out, i nd out. "Wheres some bloody water!".

Jarril nods his head and isn't breathing that much, the runner major not having done much to do so.  He turns but wobbles slightly as he makes his way to the ropes and slowly pulls himself out of the ring, his paw still holding onto the right side of his head as he looks for someplace to sit down.  "Alright, someone get me a bally drink.  Make it a stiff one as well."
Buckthorn leans back, a twitching frown on his lips. The buck didn't look happy, especially as the hare behimd him rapped on his shoulder. "A'right, a'right!" Buck grunts, fishing a paw into his pocket and shoving a few coins into the hares paw. "Y'happy now? Luck, it was. Pure ruddy luck!" The healer crosses his arms and turns his eyes back on the ring, waiting for the next fight.

Thistle applauds heartily, watching the two hares exhuent from the ring. " Good show chaps, good show! " At the same time, she's wondering if she should go ahead and back down now. No, she decides. She said she was going to fight, and fight she shall. Picking herself up off the wall she was leaning on, she turns to look at Neville. " Wot wot, that was a 'eck of a fight sah. Who's up next? " , she enquires.

Jarril nods to a hare who has brought a wet cold moss patch and places it near the right side of his head as he looks on.  Grinning slightly, he nods his head a bit.  "Ah well, got him on the insults anyways.  At least I ain't out of practise on that one."

Sundew weaves her way through the crowd to join Jarril. "Well fought, Major. Pity he didn't join in your verbal torrent of abuse, wot, would've been a sight t'see.." she claps a paw down on his shoulder, taking care to avoid any new bruises and peering at him. "Still..all alright? Bit of fight left in y'mate, I know that."

Icepaw stands up and stretches his back, wondering what the next fight was going to be. The previous fight, though entertaining, had disappointed him slightly.
Jarril turns to look at Sundew.  "Ah well, it wouldn't be a fight if I didn't throw a few insults here and there, wot."  He smiles.  "Did better than I fought I do, but er.  Don't tell anyone but I've been getting secret training for about a season or two now."  The major smirks at the colonel.

Buckthorn snorts as North leaves. "Y'bes' report up t'the infirmary... someone will patch that ego o' yers right up! Get bloakes like you e'eryday... runnin' intah th' mean ol' Majah an' running t'us crying!" The hares slaps his knee and laughs, his lost money having been long forgotten.

Neville climbs into the ring once again, now with a tankard of his own ale in hand, scowling at the fighter who tried to snatch it from him and muttering darkly as he shuffles to the centre of the ring. "Calm! Quiet please" he shouts, waiting for the crowd to silence before making his announcement. "Its my pleasure to announce /another/ fight for your entertainment! Now would everyone please give your support for the fighters! In the west corner, its our buxom beauty, Thistle! Aaaand her opponent tonight, in the east corner, fresh to the mountain and a new recruit into our group, its Icepaw!". The bartend waves hands and plays with the crowd for a moment longer before repeating the rules and then making a mad dash out of the ring as he sees a group of miscreants heading out, no doubt on a beer-raid.

" 'ere goes nothing! " With those words, Thistle shuffles torwards the boxing ring and hoists herself over. Backing into the corner, she sweeps her eyes over the hares assembled. A rosy red colors creeps into the cheeks upon being called a 'buxom beauty', but she quickly pushes it away. She's here to fight, and fight she will! Speaking of which.. Her eyes draw over to Icepaw's directions. Whooh, he certainly does look bigger, now that the moment is upon her. Again, the small hare has a moment of doubt, and once more she triumphantly shrugs it away. She bounds forward, bobbing back and forth. " Here's too a good fight, boyo! "

Thistle bobs back and forth near the center of the ring, waiting for Icepaw to come forward. Her jabs are quicked, though they lack a bit of the strength that most of the other hares are able to put behind their punches. Watching Icepaw limber up, she takes the oppertunity to look out into the crowd. She catches Bucky in 'er eyes and calls out, " Be sure tah have some scoff waitin' for me thah moment I'm out o' the ring! "

Sundew leans back, paws folded across her chest and a wry smile playing on her lips as she weighs up the two opponents. "So..what d'y'think of these 'uns, then, Majah?" she murmurs to Jarril, eyes following the two hares' every moves. "That Thistle- she's small, but she's awfully plucky. I'd like to see her win it, actually.." She smiles at the food comment. "..And with a healthy appetite.."

Buckthorn laughs and winks up at the doe. "Aw... yer ah'ready ate th' bally mountain out, you did! I 'ear th' cook is lookin' t'sign up fer th' tourney, jus' so 'ee can come an' punch yeh himself!" Buck calls back. His ears are forward and his eyes sparkling. Yes, this was defiantly a different Buck than usual.

Icepaw walks to the center of the ring.  He gets into his stance and stands on the balls of his feet, lightly switching his weight from one foot to the other.  He would wait to see her style before he placed his punches.

Jarril looks at the combatants in the ring and nods his head.  "Well, ya know what my answer would be.  Always bet on the one that looks like they're going ta lose, wot.  They usually have more heart in winning it if they can."  He grins. "We have ta see.  Hopefully both will be more willing in the insults though, wot."

Shrugging, Sundew replies, "He's a tall 'un, that Icepaw.. 'n' Thistle's fairly new t'the Patrol as well, actually.." she smirks. "Got an interesting buck versus doe pairing here.." She stretches, awaiting the start of the fight, listening to the various wagers being made between hares around her.

Darklett's still there, on the edge of his seat, clapping and cheering on the two combatants, for the sake of equal indifference. He recognizes the buck from earlier, in the dining chamber, the hare nobeast could identify. Recognizing that he was a fighter, he smirks, paying certain attention to this one. He whistles again, his paw brought to his muzzle to let out the loud shrill sound, his paws coming together and clapping as he looks over to Buck, mumbling to him. "Still in a fit of the spring fever, eh?"

Buckthorn cuts his eyes across the Dark. "Wouldn't yeh like t'know?" He says and knits his brows as he gazes back at the other. This look doesn't hold up long, and soon Buckthorn is laughing again. "Aw... let meh 'ave my fun, Dark-o." He replies with a wiggle of his nose. The hare looks up as he catches the conversation between Jarril and Sundew. "Sometimes I think yeh'd forgo th' boxin' all t'gether an' simply insult yer ah'ponent t'death, Majah."

Thistle gives a rollicking chuckle at Buckthorn's comment a'fore turning her attention back to the hare that she's facing off against. Truth be told, Thistle doesn't have any kind of set style. She knows a couple of short routines, but nothin' intricate. " Goin' to make me throw the first blow, eh? Scared tah hit a gel? " Cautiously, she begins to circle around the larger hare, her tail twitching excitedly. She tucks her left paw into a fist, and testingly launches out for his chest.

Jarril turns his head to Buckthorn and gives a slight frown.  "Listen here.  Until ya get in that ring and box yaself, then be quiet.  I don't box, not my thing but at least I gave it a go.  What's the matter, had money on me or something?"

Icepaw blocks the punch with his arm, suprised at the force of the punch from such a small creature.  He starts to switch his weight a little faster.  He bring his left fist towards smaller hare's shoulder.

Thistle room-pages, "Buckthorn cuts his eyes across the Dark. "Wouldn't yeh like t'know?" He says and knits his brows as he gazes back at the other. This look doesn't hold up long, and soon Buckthorn is laughing again. "Aw... let meh 'ave my fun, Dark-o." He replies with a wiggle of his nose. The hare looks up as he catches the conversation between Jarril and Sundew. "Sometimes I think yeh'd forgo th' boxin' all t'gether an' simply insult yer ah'ponent t'death, Majah."".

Darklett grins at Buckthorn, even through the short bout of grumpiness. "Alright, Buck, alright." He chuckles, turning his attention back to the match, this time his attention given to the other new hare, Thistle. "Huh... Should be interesting to watch, here. Oh!" He wasn't expecting Thistle to throw the first punch, and his surprise shows. "Brave lass, that Thistle. She looks outmatched, here, wonder if she'll pull it out...?"

Thistle room-pages, "Thistle gives a rollicking chuckle at Buckthorn's comment a'fore turning her attention back to the hare that she's facing off against. Truth be told, Thistle doesn't have any kind of set style. She knows a couple of short routines, but nothin' intricate. " Goin' to make me throw the first blow, eh? Scared tah hit a gel? " Cautiously, she begins to circle around the larger hare, her tail twitching excitedly. She tucks her left paw into a fist, and testingly launches out for his chest.".

Buckthorn keeps up a smile. "Ah, m'jus' jokin' wid yeh, Sah! Takin' up th' bally unsult staff fer mehself, y'see?" He says, waving his paws lightly. "Loss ah few coins on yer 'ead, yes Sah, I did!" Buck winks at him and returns his attention to Darklett. "Dunno ah'bout that. Five coin says tha' Miss Thistle'll win, wot wot?" He boasts, patting a pocket full of money. Ah the wonderful sound of jingling money!

Sundew frowns, glancing back and forth from the two combatants to the spectators. Speaking across the other hares, she remarks to Dark, "She might look outmatched, mate, but Jarril's got a point..it's always more int'resting t'look at the ones who look least likely to win it, wot.."

Jarril grins and shakes his head as he moves his attention back to the ring again, grabbing a drink of someone passing by.  "Ah, thanks."  He takes a sip and leans forward.  "Ah come on. Thistle.  Don't let 'im get the better of ya.  Duck and weave, duck and weave.  Use that extra balance, wot!"

Thistle sees the punch coming about a second before it connects with her body. She does her level best to try to throw her weight backwards so as to diminish the force of the blow, but she's not able to shift herself completly. It connects with a meaty 'thud', and she stumbles backward. Moving with the momentum, the young hare staggers backwards and holds up against the side of the ring. She's built for moving and not for taking hits, and it really shows on her. Nevertheless, she pulls herself back together and begins her press anew, though her right arm sags a bit. She moves defensivly, waiting for an oppertunity to present itself.

Darklett takes in all the words from Buck and Sundew, but his eyes stay glued on the match, since the action's already started. "...alright, Buck! I'll take that wager!" Not even tearing his attention away from the match as he watches Thistle stumble back with a wince, he holds out his paw to shake with Buckthorn. "C'mon, fighter!" 'cause he doesn't know his name, heh. "She's half your size, you'll make quick work of her!"

Icepaw moves towards Thistle quickly.  He does a left right jab towards the smaller hare's stomach.

Buckthorn shouts out, trying to makes his own words heard. "Use yer small size t' whip 'round 'im, lass! C'mon, 'ard t' hit ah movin' target, eh wot wot!" Buck balls up his fists. "Cut around, /around/! Get 'im from th' back! I'll eat meh cotton tail iffen he cin move fas'er than you!"

Sundew glances down the line of hares that she's conversing with, but briefly. Her attention is fixed on the match, towards which she expresses her enthusiasm by yelling out, "C'mon, Thistle! He's bigger an' slower..show 'im what y'made of!" She grins as she hears Buckthorn shouting the same encouragement, and eggs on the smaller hare even more.

Thistle's ready for it this time! Spurred on by encouragement shouted to her, she keeps her body deceptively high, then cuts down under the blow that rains from from the larger hare. Moving herself in a quick circle around Icepaw's body, she aims two quick jabs at his back before scooting back, doing her best to get out of range before he can mount a counter-attack. " Not so easy as ye thought it was going to be , eh? " she taunts!

"C'mon! Don't let the little runt get to ya! You've got size and range on her, make her keep her distance!" Darklett calls out, now that he's got a wager on it, he yells louder, shouting advice and encouragement to Icepaw. "This fight's all but yours, you've got the first hit and everything!"

Jarril gets up and shouts.  "That's it, keep moving lass.  Show him how hard it is ta hit bally air, wot!"  The major spills some of his drink as he gets back down again and turns to Sundew.  "I think she do quite well in this match after all."  Moving his gaze back to the ring again.

Icepaw feels the force of the two blows on his back and he stumbles forward a bit.  He quickly turns around. "Never thought it would be easy.." He rushes at the hare and fakes a left hook, then drops and goes for an uppercut.

Buckthorn thumps Dark on the back, his eyes breifly glancing over. "Y'saw that, eh? Thats m'girl!" Buck looks back at the fight. "Watch out, Miss Thistle! Aw, y'found 'is weakness, y'did! Take 'em fer ah washin' now! Quick!" Buck wiggled his fingers in delight, feeling as if the fight would go his way this time.

Darklett clenches his fists as he watches the shots to the back land. "No! Range! Use jabs, don't let her get close!" He shouts. "She can't hit what she can't reach!" He pounds on his legs in frustration, rocking forward a little bit as Buck pounds on his back. "What'll the rest of the patrol think of ya, losing to a -tiny- -runner- -doe,- and you just joined? Come on, show 'em all you're no doe yourself!"

Jarril turns his head to where Darklett is and smirks.  "Ah, what's the matter.  Us runners making it hard for ya fighters, eh?  Jolly good show."  He turns back again.  "Go on Gal, give him all ya got, duck, weave and hit.  Make sure he can't hit ya.  Use ya speed, wot!"

Darklett faces right back to Jarril with a friendly scowl, chuckling. "I'm sorry, what kinda hare is Northpaw?" Jeeze, no mercy! He gives his own smirk before turning back to the ring. "Your arm length's her height, come on!"

" Little runt? Beggin' yore pardon sah, but I dun' see yew in the ring sa- " Ow. Yeah, that's what Thistle gets fore calling out to Darklett's taunt and not paying attention to the charging Icepaw. His attack is succesful, and a strong uppercut pushes 'er up off the floor before depositing her uncerimoniously to the floor with a quiet -thud-. Gasping for breath, she tries to pull her diminuitive body back to her feet.

Icepaw looks down at the fallen hare."I didn't hurt you did I?" he says reaching down to help her up of the floor.

Darklett shouts out, his voice breaking into a loud, uproarious growl. "That's the way, you've got her, now! Don't let her get the upper paw again, keep at her! She's tiny, she can't take that many hits!" He turns back to Jarril with amptjer smirk, only this one is wider.

Buckthorn grimaces. "Get back on yer feet, lass! There y'go!" He shouts, his hope fading again. More money lost? Geeze... he was going to have to shell out money to Darklett of all hares! Buck grits his teeth, his brows creased down. "Get 'im on th' bally ground!"

Sorrel enters, late as usual, and lingers by the doorway, watching the match. damn, when was it going to be her turn? she rubbed a bruise on her stomach. on second thought...

Jarril turns to Darklett.  "If ya think I would've allowed that little thing ta take away all my sight, ya pulling my tail.  That's reserved for more important foe."  Getting up, he looks at Darklett.  "But for ya, I make an exception ta that rule, wot."  Grabbing his jacket, the major puts it on and sits back down again.

Oy. . o O ( I don't think I'm going to be able to take another hit like that.. ) , Thistle murmurs to herself. She takes the offered paw and pulls herself up off the floor. Surprisingly enough, after a few moments of staggering around to get her balance back, she puts her fists back in front of her. " I'm not done with yew yet boyo! Put your fists back up and finish thah fight! " Nevertheless, she's obviously weakened. Her injured arm sags where it was hit, and the other one is held defensivly in front of her aching jaw.

Sorrel sidles over to darklett, taking his unnoccupied side. "Yo...." she pokes him in the arm. "Wot's goin' on?"

Icepaw looks shocked.  This was by far the toughest creature he had ever fought. He puts his fists back up, ready to fight.

Jarril rubs his chin slightly.  "Hmm."  The major pondering something before turning to a hare beside him, one of his runners.  "Ah, I want all my runners in my patrol ta report in the training room first thing in the morning.  I think its time I started that training."  He nods his head and responds to the hare.  "Yes, that one.  It's been long enough now.  See if any other runners would be interested."  The major turns his head back to the ring again.

Darklett's really focussed on the match, his paws rubbing against each other. "Wow, I've gotta hand it to her, she's a tough one... Is she gonna get herself injured, or...?" Without taking his attention off the ring, he smirks. "Boxing," he replies to Sorrel. Cheekily. "C'mon! Put her on the ground again!"

Sorrel rubs the bruise again, turning her attention to the ring. "Welll, obviously, Dark...How's -fighting-?"

Sundew raises her eyebrows at Darklett. "Don't listen t'him, no idea what he's talking about.." she calls to Thistle. "Keep goin', miss, see if y'can dent his honour a bit.."

"The doe's name's Thistle. As for the bigger buck, I know he's a fighter, but as for his name, I've got no idea, I've never seen him before today." Darklett turns to Sorrel for just a moment as he speaks, before turning back.

Thistle begins to move forward, leading with her uninjured arm. She scuttles closer, her aching body weaving back and forth over the ring as quickly as she can move it. Panting too much to call out another insult, she makes a reckless charge. She lashes out with her left paw, trying to get in a cheek shot.

Icepaw feels the blow smash into his face.  He stumbles backward fast and trips, slamming down onto the ground with a massive thud.

Buckthorn almost jumps up, instead simply bouncing up in his seat. "Harr! That'ah way, m'gel!" He calls out with a whoop of approval. "Top marks, lassie! Good show!" Buck fidgets happily in his seat, offering Dark a very cheeky grin.

Darklett slackjaws. "...I don't even believe it. Get UP! You're makin' a fool of yourself! She's got -one working arm- for crying out loud!" He shakes his head, his paws going up to tug at his own ears in frustration. "Get up!" He turns to Buckthorn, gritting his teeth. "Ah, it isn't over yet..."

Jarril grins.  "That's it, yes she do well in the patrol."  The major smiling quite broadly.  "Don't think we have a problem with that runner if she ends up against any trouble, wot."

Sorrel grins. "Ouch, Dahk, liddle dent in ye're pocket, wot?"

"Oh shuddap, Sorrel." Darklett blurts out, but he says this with a wide smile on his face. Oh yes, having a great time, here.

Thistle certainly isn't one to hit a hare when it's down. Getting Icepaw down onto the floor was more luck then her strength and she knows it. Thankful for the chance to hold still and regain her breath , she backs off into the corner that she started in, using it to support her body. Her chest heaves up and down with her heavy breathing as she tries to regain her breath. Even so, she manages to call out , " Ye gonna get up yoreself or do I need to heave yer carcass off the floor for ya? "

Icepaw smiles at this little taunt.  He leaps up quickly and rushes the small hare, pulling back his right fist, ready to let off a one-two jab.

Sorrel grins even wider. "Bet ye can't wait fer when Ah get in the ring, that nasty bruise ye gave me yestahday, eh?"

Thistle is in a corner. It's not like she can back up or swing out of this one. Holding up her paws defensively over her face and chest, she takes the blows. The first one rolls into her injured arm, while the second one collides with her stomach. Offering up an involuntary squeal of surprise, she quavers. In Thistle's credit, she manages to stay on her feet a good five seconds before dropping down to her knees, and then to her chest.

Buckthorn growls at the action. "Cheap, that was! She didn't hit yeh when y'were down! Give th' polite lass some warnin'!" He calls out with a punch in the air once more. "Faulty play! Y'all saw it!" He cries, moving up to his feet and pointing at the large hare. "Where in bloody 'ell 'tis Nev?" He demands, glaring about the room. "Penalty!"

Icepaw looks worried as he stares down at the fallen hare.  He crouches down next to her, shaking her a bit to see if she's okay.

Darklett stands up, raising a fist in cheers. "There ya go! That's how ya do it!" He grins, his body leaning to the side as he tries to get a view of the fallen doe. Erf. "She okay?" His voice is notably quieter. He turns to Buckthorn. "Well... I can't blame him, she -is- the one that backed herself into a corner..."

Sorrel stnads up as well....to see above the heads of all the other's who have already stood up.

Jarril gets up and gets into the ring and calls.  "Alright, the match is over."  He looks at Icepaw and moves up to Icepaw and looks him in the eyes.  "Now back away."  He turns around.  "Healer please!"   The major shouts out over the rest of the rooms noise.

Thistle is a bit banged up. A fresh peppering of bruises cover her body, but she's still concious. She's certainly isn't going to be able to fight any further, mind you. Her attention is completly on Icepaw as she offers her paw while still laying on the ground , congratulating him. " Good fight thah. Wondahful jab you've got there. " She gives a cough.

Icepaw smiles weakly as he takes her paw and shakes it lightly.  He then attempts to help her up.

Buckthorn completely forgets to hand Dark his winnings, instead bounding up towards the ring. "Move ah'side! Back off... healah comin'!" He shouts above the crowd. Finally the buck manages to slip through the ropes and come up beside the doe. He waves off Icepaw. "Eh eh! Leave 'er be... shouldn't get up, no!" He scolds and studies her for a moment. "Well, 'least y'ave yer voice, lass. Anything broken? Can't move somethin'?"

Jarril looks about the place while looking to Buckthorn and then Darklett.  He moves to where Sundew is and coughs over the ropes.  "I think we best not put runners and fighters together again.  Too much of a mismatch, wot."

Thistle waves away the offered paw from Icepaw. " Ah, ya finally manage to get me onto the ground aftah all that and thah first thing ya want tah do is get me back up? " , she weakly jokes. "Och, I c'nt feel my right arm from thah shouldah down, and it feels like a bunch o' butterflies are havin' a dance in mah stomach. "..That's putting it lightly, mind you.

Icepaw backs up and sits in the opposite corner of ring.

Jarril nods and makes his way to the end of the ring and slips out.  "Right, I am heading for something ta eat.  Peckish now."  Making his way through the crowd, the major edges his way to the doorway of the room.

Buckthorn wrinkles up his nose. "Roight! Up t' the 'firmary wid you, I think..." He says wisely, going to carefully down to pick her up. When he gets her comfortably situated in his paws, the buck turns towards the exits, motioning for some hares to unlatch the ropes for them. Buck steps down from the ring, beginning to head out. "Now... iffen y'got t'... er, be sick an' all... make sure it's o'er my shoulder, y'hear?" He says with a soft chuckle.

Darklett feels kinda bad about hooting and shouting in victory after seeing how hurt the doe is. He stays quiet, clapping his paws together loudly as Thistle's carried out. "Good show, Thistle! You fought well!"

Icepaw hangs his head in shame at his actions. He sits in the corner very quietly and subdued.

Jarril takes one look back in the room and then moves on.