Kern grunts several times as absorbs the knees to his belly and then he pushes hard against Creed and they separate.
With a vicious snarl Kern throws some small jabs and the a hard uppercut to Creeds ribs.
As Kern's blow lands squarely on Creed's chest, he swings a haymaker at Kern's head.
Kern wipes some blood out of his eyes as a the left side of his face is covered from the cut opened over his eye from Creeds last punch. The half-orc circles a couple times and the leaps forward with a high knee catching Creed in the chin.
"Go Creed. Get'em good."
Though Kern's knee catches Creed hard on the chin, splitting it open with a spray of blood, he maintains composure enough to kick at Kern's stomach as the Half-orc lands.
Walking up to the pit edge, Tuon begins to roar and shout for Creed.
"Get him Creed. Get him now. He's losing it," the excitement obviously has gotten to the warrior.
The half-orc smiles as blood drips for the tatooed man's chin but his eyes widen as Creed's foot sails towards his stomach. Kern tries to spin away but the crowd can hear ribs crack and the wind rush from his lungs behind the load slap of Creeds foot. Kern staggers back, fighting for breath and steeling himself he launches himself at Creed with one last flurry of fists and one catches Creed right on the chin.
Creed staggers back against the oncoming half-orc. He barely staves off the Kern's furry, but the half-orc hasn't noticed that Creed is no longer smiling. His face bloody, Creed's eyes narrow. He makes one last assault, bringing his own knee up into Kern's face.
Kern feels his already flat nose crunch under Creeds knee. Spots cover his vision, he stubbles and falls backwards onto the stage as the spectators erupt in a thunderous roar.
Vorin leaps on stage and checks his fighter and after a quick inspection he helps him up. Standing next to Creed, Vorin turns to the crowd with his arms raised. "Behold our winner and new competitor in the Crucible." Turning to Creed he asks, "What is you name warrior?"
"What is you name warrior?"
"Creed." He says simply, breathing heavily. "I am Creed of Kord!" He repeats more excitedly.
He turns to Kern, "Well fought! You have made The Strength smile over this match, yeah!?!!" He extends a hand to the Half-orc and then turns to spit out blood onto the stage.
"Well fought indeed! Ha!" He smiles a bloody smile at his friends and laughs again. "HAW!! I need an Ale!..."
"And a chair!"
Tuon finds a chair and passes Creed his ale, grinning at the fighter.
"Nice work, Creed of Kord. Nice work," he adds. Then Tuon disappears into the crowd of wellwishers.
Kern shakes Creed's hand and walks over to a table and sits heavily in a chair. Vorin follows Creed to his table, "Nice fight, here is you ten gold and I am having a big even in a week so come over to the arena and I will set you up with some competition." Vorin hands Creed a leather pouch and disappears in the direction of his fighters.
After several handshakes and offers for ale Creed's admirers wonder off and he sees Bri and Skidd counting the coins they just won from the fight.
Tuon finds a chair and passes Creed his ale, grinning at the fighter.
"Nice work, Creed of Kord. Nice work," he adds. Then Tuon disappears into the crowd of wellwishers.
"Thanks!" Says Creed as Tuon recedes into the crowd. He takes a seat and a long drink from the tankard.
"Nice fight, here is you ten gold and I am having a big even in a week so come over to the arena and I will set you up with some competition." Vorin hands Creed a leather pouch and disappears in the direction of his fighters.
"Many thanks! A week then! Haw!" Replies Creed.
Creed looks over at Bri and Skidd and smiles. He says to them, "Not bad for a night's entertainment, yeah?!" He wipes his bloody chin on a table cloth.
To Skidd he says, "Don't look so glum! Come, drink up! And, give me my shirt before you're tempted to sell it! HAW!"
Scardd opens his eyes when he is woken by loud cheers from downstairs. He picks up his head and gives a few sniffs. “Thiizz room ztinkzzz.” He quickly hides his head under the blanket, and moments later, he is fast asleep and snoring once again.
Skidd runs to Tuon. "Did you have to invite Bri?", he asks irritably, "I would've won otherwise!"
As Skidd runs off after Tuon without a word to Creed or Bri, Creed turns to Bri with a look of faux concern. "He looks upset," says Creed with a frown...until his deadpan facade cracks and he breaks into laughter. "HAW!" He says, "Upset indeed, eh, Bri? Ha-HAW!"
Creed uses a clean towel or tablecloth to wipe the sweat and blood off his body and face. He says a quick prayer and then slips his shirt and chain shirt back on.
Sitting back, putting his feet up, and drinking from his tankard, he then asks Bri, "So, what happened with the throwing daggers, eh? Did you win some of Skidd's money? Or all of Skidd's money?" He chuckles at the thought.
Tuon ponders the halfling's exclamation.
"I know what you mean. Think of it this way, Bri could help teach you then one day you could beat her. Of course if you don't want to learn off a fem...?" Tuon leaves it hanging there.
"Hmph." Skidd looks a bit offended. "That child took my 10 gold, I'm not about to go begging for lessons. I'd never hear the end of it."
"Its his fault!! He thinks just because I am a girl or something that I can't do the things that he can do. Well I merely showed him that not only can I do the things he can do but I can actually do some of them better. Plus he didn't even stick around to watch my last throw, thus showing me no respect (and hurting my feelings) so I guess that should tell a girl just what kind of man he is. But enough about HIM, I am proud of your great fighting and the gold piece I won as well. What would you say if I buy you another round of ale?"
" I am sorry Creed I will be back in just one second." Bri looks about for Tuon and sees him and the brat talking so she heads their way. Bri walks up to them and gives Skidd a nasty look and then turns her attention to Tuon. " Here is 5 gold pieces for backing me back there. It meant alot to me that YOU believed I might have a chance unlike some other people( giving Skidd another glare). Well I am going to get back to Creed" Bri says as she waves goodbye and heads back to Creed with a bit of spring in her step.
Skidd mutters something about stupid goblins pretending to be halflings and goes to his room to "deposit my--oh wait! I don't have any gold! Wonder how that happened?"
You have the feeling the halfling is very ticked off.
" I am sorry Creed I will be back in just one second." Bri looks about for Tuon and sees him and the brat talking so she heads their way. Bri walks up to them and gives Skidd a nasty look and then turns her attention to Tuon. " Here is 5 gold pieces for backing me back there. It meant alot to me that YOU believed I might have a chance unlike some other people( giving Skidd another glare). Well I am going to get back to Creed" Bri says as she waves goodbye and heads back to Creed with a bit of spring in her step.
Creed, now cleaned-up and not bleeding, observes the exchange between Tuon, Skidd, and Bree. As Bri returns to Creed, he asks, "What was all that about? What's going on?"
Tuon takes the 5 gold and fetches three pints of the best ale for the three of them - something warm and foamy with a nutty taste and the heady smell of hops.
To toast the other two's victory, "To Bri Sharpeye and Creed of Kord!"
Tuon takes the 5 gold and fetches three pints of the best ale for the three of them - something warm and foamy with a nutty taste and the heady smell of hops.
Bri thanks Tuon for the pint, takes a big swig and puts the pint down. " So I need to finish this last pint and then I need to get going over to the dancing dice to meet someone. Would anyone like to join me?"
Bri thanks Tuon for the pint, takes a big swig and puts the pint down. " So I need to finish this last pint and then I need to get going over to the dancing dice to meet someone. Would anyone like to join me?"
Creed swallows the pint and stifles a burp before looking at Bri. "I'm ready," he says.
Tuon drinks his beer down and stands ready to move on to the Dancing Dice.
Tuon drinks his beer down and stands ready to move on to the Dancing Dice.
Bri chugs the rest of her ale and then looks to see if Skidd will be following them.
Hearing the others, Skidd grabs his stuff and runs down.
"Wait up! In the name of Boccob, you folk drink ale far too quickly! I just need to get Hat! He's lazier than a keg of that disgusting beverage you folk drink!"
"Wait up! In the name of Boccob, you folk drink ale far too quickly! I just need to get Hat! He's lazier than a keg of that disgusting beverage you folk drink!"
Creed smiles a lazy smile at flustered Skidd. He turns to Bri and Tuon, "Excitable fellow, don't you think?"
Skidd grumbles."'Excitable'...why, you're one to talk!".
"Haw!" Creed laughs, "That's the spirit, yeah?! HAW!"
Turning to Bri, he asks, "Tell me, Bri, is this "meeting" you've arranged one where my sword might be welcome...or needed? Ha!"
Bri sees Skidd catching up to them and rolls her eyes but for once keeps her mouth shut (I know you are surprised) Bri turns to Creed. "I don't think that your sword will be needed but you are more than welcome to bring it along after all I can't see what it would hurt. As far as what this meeting is about I am not entirely sure. I was "working" earlier and an Elf saw me and mentioned that there might be a use for my "talent" and that I should come to the Dancing Dice tonight. And I being a curious creature decided that it couldn't hurt to go and see what it is all about. If this changes any of your minds about coming then please tell me know." Bri to Skidd " Did you find the little flea bag yet so that we can go?"
Creed stops, "Hold a moment. Wait for me; I won't be long." Creed retrieves his weapons from his room and then rejoins the others.
Tuon does the same as Creed.