(1866-12-09) Sunsreach Tourney: Bareknuckle
Sunsreach Tourney: Bareknuckle
Summary: The Bareknuckle event, were there were a few unexpected surprises
Date: 1866-12-09
Related: The Other Sunsreach Tourney Logs of 1866
Players:
Aidric  Alysande  Corvin  Elaida  Emilia  Esyld  Evelyn  Jaren  Jordan  Lillian  Martyn  Raelyn  Stephen  Thaddeus  Tiadora  Tristan  Zarine  

Tourney Grounds - Sunsreach - Rivana

An open space in the middle of the city the tourney grounds is a wide flat field divided by rose bushes that have been allowed to grow here since the ascension of Queen Alysande.

The outer ring of the grounds is set aside for competitor pavilions and the stalls of merchants and food sellers fortunate enough to win a space from the master of the games to ply their trade. The inner ring is the tourney grounds themselves; a flat oval of earth ringed by a fence with openings on each end and a high gallery to one side and a flat open space to the other. On tourney days the fence is freshly whitewashed, the rose bushes are trimmed and the gallery is swathed in green and gold cloth while all around spectators and competitors mingle with gallery filled with nobles and the common folk packing in cheek and jowl across the lists to watch whatever event is on offer be it the melee, archery or that highest of competitions: the joust.

When the grounds are not in use the lists are off-limits to casual visitors and the grounds remain fanatically well-tended, lest the field become uneven and some future match be lost due to loose dirt or a wayward puddle.

IC Date

The tourney grounds are filled with spectators, and the commons in particular is packed cheek-by-jowl. There is a primal love of fisticuffs, it seems, for like the joust it's one of the most attended events at any tournament.

In the stands, Queen Alysande and her Champion have come to watch, though Alysande seems a little off-put that he cousin has chosen to join the combat— he's more of a lover than a fighter, after all.

"We want a good, clean fight," says the referee, gesturing Esyld and Jordan into the circle. "On my count… 3… 2… 1… FIGHT!"

<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands - Light Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands but Esyld DODGES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!

Tiadora cheers for the competition, sitting in the nobles box with the other young ladies of the various courts. "Lots of bobbing about. This may be a while, hm?"

Tristan is in a rather unique place right now. Usually he would be sitting in the royal box, drinking some wine, saying sweet things to Elaida to soften her up for the evening that follows. Not this time though. There are probably half-a-dozen reasons as to why he's wearing the padded vest of a competitor. One thing is for certain though. People will talk about this. They'll talk about this and they will wonder why he's doing it and so on and so forth and that.. shall amuse him. There was also a third party who put down gold against him and for him so that no matter what happens he will at least profit a little by it. More if he actually pulled off a win, but Tristan is sure that won't happen.

With the turn fo excitement and unexpected results that had come in the Pacitta tournament, it was not a thing to be missed. Oh…and her new brother-in0law was fighting, so Emilia was settled once again in the stands to watch the spectacle to come. Lightly nudging her sister as she notices someone upon the field as the first fight gets under way…"Was not of thinking he would be entering of such a thing," a finger lightly pointing along to a particular Princling. Canting her head a moment before she offers a nod to Tiadora,"Not much of a fight at of all that one."

Eva is seated at the nobles box too, looking just as enthusiastic as she did the last time she was here — even if that is always rather subdued excitement. However, this time around, it's not her uncle or cousin competing, or they aren't the only ones if they are competing at all. No, this time Jordan was was in the ring! So of course, she is a little nervous.

As the words to fight ring through the stands, Jordan quickly eyes up Esyld and moves forward to engage, "The best of luck be with you." He calls out before moving with a quick hit as best he can, clearly hits first only to have to quickly back up. It's the jump back that likely puts him off balance though as he takes two quick hits afterwards, grunting. "Oof!" He mumbles, shaking his head as he prepares to move yet again. "Good hits," He calls out as well, now prepared to see what else he can do to Esyld in the pit of punchers.

Attired simply in an overshirt of creamy linen and well-worn leggings of pliant brown leather beneath the required padding, Esyld enters the circle calmly, followed by a few well-wishes and whoops from her fellow Black Foxes, who have come to observe. A half-smile is offered toward her opponent the split-second before the referee counts down and she's dropping her weight back on a heel, taking up a ready stance. Ow. Hmm. That first blow was a decent one, fair play to him. But she regains her balance surprisingly swiftly, evading the next and lining up two in quick succession. Take that. The mercenary permits a low chuckle in response to the offered praise.

Evelyn l'Faust is in the fighter's pit, and seems eager for a good fist-fight. Afterall, there is a mild repreive, and it's been long enough since she participated. However, when the fight calls out she's still sizing her competition up and she nods once towards Lillian, giving the other woman a quick grin, before moving forwads to begin the first swing, the first attack. Evelyn is not holding back, either.

Elaida is sitting up in the royal box with the King and Queen, twisting her skirts and looking fretfully down on the field. She is already mentally cataloguing the herbs and alchemicals she might need to heal Trsitan if things go poorly.

Corvin Fremont stands on the sidelines, watching Esyld's fight unfold with a wooden cup of ale in his hand and a smirk on his face. A few of the other Wraiths are around him, all watching the Black Fox Captain's progress with mild interest. Bets? Maybe, but Corvin isn't telling. At least not yet.

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands - Light Stun wound to Left Leg.
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Lillian with Hands - Light Stun wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Evelyn with Hands but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Lillian with Hands - Serious Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Evelyn with Hands - Light Stun wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Lillian with Hands - Serious Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Evelyn with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands - ARMOR on Right Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Evelyn with Hands but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Lillian with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Evelyn with Hands - Light Stun wound to Right Leg.
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Lillian with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands but Esyld DODGES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands but Jordan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Lillian has been KO'd!

Back and forth, Jordan attempts to dance with Esyld, maybe a ballroom would be better for this matchup, he thinks. "Not a bad fighter." He grunts out in between getting hit and attempting to hit back at the dodgy woman. She's clearly moving maybe a little faster than him and he mumbles something about 'padded armor' and the weight still feeling off for him. He gives a quick glance towards the other matches between stepping back and breathing a moment to watch the other fight already end before eying up Esyld once more.

Tiadora calls out, "Go Tristan! For Queen and Country!" She glances up at the Royal box and waves to Elaida, trying to cheer the worried fiancee. "He'll be fine!" Cause he totally won't get punched in the face. Surely.

Lillian proceeds into the fighter's pit as a leisurely pace, cracking her knuckles as she does so. She returns the nod from her opponent with a wry grin of her own, and then they are exchanging blows! For the most part, Evelyn seems to get the better of her, with harder hits and displaying greater agility. When the dust is metaphorically settled, Lillian is soundly defeated and Evelyn is the victor. She doesn't seem too displeased and offers Evelyn a respectful nod as she takes a wide step back. "Good fight, Sir Evelyn. The match is yours." She quickly slinks away so she may proceed to her next match.

Evelyn starts off against her competition and does not seem to be showing the same caution that she did the prior evening with the free for all melee. And, she begins to move quickly, evenly, as her mentor taught her. She lands several quick successive blows, giving far harder, and far more often than the blows her competitor manages to land. Moving, dodging, and moving in again, and she nods her head when Lillian falls and the fight ends offering her hand to the other woman, and offering a smile again. "Good fight," she agrees. And then she moves to rest, until her next fight.

Circling the t'Acuto, Esyld seems to be playing it safe.. quite unlike her. And alright, perhaps she has a bit of an advantage when it comes to the 'dancing', being a woman - any excuse, eh? But still. Even the strikes she lands to Jordan's midsection aren't being thrown with enough weight behind them for her liking. This could take all day, at this rate. "You sound surprised." she observes, in regard to the man's assessment of her. Did he think a female would be a pushover? As the match across the way finishes - much more quickly - she sets herself up to lunge at him again.

<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands - Light Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands but Jordan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands but Jordan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands but Esyld DODGES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - Serious Stun wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands but Esyld DODGES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Left Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - ARMOR on Left Arm stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!

Tiadora has a fruit, cheese, and sausage platter delivered to her box for refreshments. Seems this fight was going to be a while.

<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - Serious Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Jordan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jordan has been KO'd!

Air. More air. Lots more air. Whole ton of air. And then some more air. This is Jordan's attach plan, to beat up the air instead of Esyld. "No, not surprised, I've met a lot of wonderful fighters with the hands. I'm just not one of them." Air ball again? He shakes his head as he ends up hit a few times during the endeavor but still continues to try and hit the wirely woman who apparently can dodge -everything- he throws at her. "Though, I must say, you put up an excellent figh…" He's hit to the hand? and that's it, he calls off after being knocked from the fight and clearly unable to continue after 17billionish.. hits.

Tristan hears his name called, and he moves ahead, seeming to favor one of his legs more than the other. "Ah, well met. Please avoid the face if you can." He gives Evelyn a soft smile and then glances over to the Royal Box to look at Alysande and Elaida. After that, he glances up into the sky and mutters something to the One. That should make Elaida happy. That and the fact that he is wearing a black and white ribbon tied around his wrist.

Dark eyes watch the rather long and airy fight, this match was taking decidedly longer…much longer than the first. Emilia glancing to Tiadora's order of food…She had the way of it. Especially if this was how all the fights were to go. Certianly not quite the excitement of the last tournament. But finally…finally one of them goes down. A minor turn of clapping..for the winner..or perhaps just cause it is over. Hard to tell..as usual with the rather stoic Cassomir.

Evelyn watches the back-and-forth between Esyld and Jordan, nodding at some points of the fight, frowning at others. Her lips upturn, a little, however, on discovering she will, in fact, get to fight Tristan. It's not often, afterall, one gets to legitimately beat up a Prince. And she'll make the most of the opportunity. She inclines her head, "Your Majesty," she greets the man. She grins, some. "May the best win."

Raelyn Cassomir nudges Emilia, nodding to her, telling her, "It looks like Stephen has his work cut out for him. That woman is quite capable. Do you think the training he's undergone with the Huntresses and I will prove him out?" Curious, at her sister's opinion. She claps for him, and should he look her way, she's giving him a nod of approval. She, at least, thinks he can emerge victorious.

Tiadora politely shares the refreshments around, eating daintily with so much crowd about. "Go Tristan," she calls again cheerfully.

In spite of herself, Esyld looses a throaty laugh at her opponent's banter, shaking her head as she dodges.. dodges.. scuffs him here, scuffs him there, dodges.. Aside from one or two decent blows to his middle, she's still not quite knocking the wind out of him. So she settles for wearing him down, dancing out of his way infuriatingly to mask her annoyance at her own sluggish movements. All's well that ends well, though. And when he concedes, she steps back and bows toward him, a touch out of breath but nothing desperate. "Well fought. Good luck to you." And then it's a moment or two to catch her breath, now that she's warmed up and… oh dear. Stephen Cassomir?! Setting her jaw, she waits for the next round, somehow managing to conceal the majority of her unease.

Stephen Cassomir awaits his first round, watching the current fights with interest. He occasionally glances towards where Emilia and Raelyn sit, offering a smile towards his wife and sister-in-law. There is in fact a red and blue ribbon about his upper arm. When his name is called, he moves to the ring, giving a nod to Esyld and a brief flicker of a smile, "Good luck to you." He offers, and puts his hands up in a fighting stance.

The l'Valdan knight folds her arms over her chest as she watches the combatants go at it in the pits, one of them being her cousin. She cocks a brow at Jordan's resilience as the brawl goes on much longer than hers. To commentary or cheering; she is much too engrossed in watching and doesn't want to be a distraction. Eva is given an idle wave as she is spotted in the noble box, however.

Elaida twists her skirts harder as Tristan limps onto the field. "One, it's said you protect fools and children…" she murmurs under her breath. "I'm afraid my Tristan is the former…"

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Tristan with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Evelyn with Hands - Critical Stun wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Stephen with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Left Leg.
<COMBAT> Stephen attacks Esyld with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Evelyn has been KO'd!

It's always difficult for Eva to watch Jordan in any sort of combat situation, even if it's just a simple tournament and though Lillian is fighting too, the t'Acuto lady's focus is completely on her brother. So much so that she does not see the wave given her! And then Jordan goes down and Eva practically rises from her seat, looking as if she may go down to the field to make sure he's okay.

Jordan just stares in shock, admittedly. He watches Tristan do what he didn't expect to see in the fight and that is a one-hit response to being hit. He quickly watches to ensure Evelyn is alright before shaking his head still amazed. He looks towards his cousin, then his sister, to ensure they both seen what he did too before turn and watching the other two fight as well.

Emilia shrugs a little to Raelyn,"It might be of helping. But he cannot have been of training with you and of the Huntresses for long..If he has not had of other training of prior… Thouhg would not think him to enter if he had not of additional training, unless you were of putting him up to this?" A glance at Raelyn from that, a brief look away from the fight. It was ever a possiblity for her sister to have done just that. Thogh with the Prince also fighting, Emilia gives some attention to that…and actually blinks when Tristan rather downs his opponent, nudging Raelyn again,"The One above…did you of know Prince of Tristan had it in of him?"

Evelyn moves in on Tristan, landing one good punch, hitting his head as the Prince moves. He's quick. Either Eladia's prayers, or Tristan's own may have been heard, or perhaps he's merely lucky, or - maybe he's far more skilled than any realize. But his hit knocks Evelyn solidly to the ground in one clean shot. She gets up, slowly, a bit dizzy, shaking her head, clearing her vision. She squints at Tristan, manages a cough, then frown. And then, a grin. "Seems you're not so soft, afterall. Damn fine hit, Your Majesty." She nods to him, slowly, slowly lifting herself off to her feet to move to the sidelines, and await her next fight in the 'losers' bracket.

Both of her brows now go up as the next exchange goes unexpectedly quick. Lillian clears her throat. Maybe she should be more careful.

It's probably a good thing Stephen Cassomir is absorbed in his own so-far-even fight. Because if he'd seen what transpired in the other ring, he might be agog long enough for Esyld to knock him out entirely. As it stands, he exchanges a solid but inconclusive set of strikes against Esyld, and maintains his fighting stance.

And if you think Stephen would be agog…over on the sidelines Corvin Fremont looks completely gobsmacked. As in "utterly speechless." Though later he'll wish he'd dropped a crown on Tristan winning, since he'd likely now be rich enough to buy Venderos and have enough left over to buy a Manse in every other nation for good measure.

Tiadora winces. That punch looks bad. But he snaps back and— damn! One shot and the woman is out?! She leaps to her feet, cheering for the prince's swift victory. "The One grants strength to the faithful! See why Ela and I want you to come to Church more?"

Tristan assumes a stance. It almost doesn't even look like a stance anyone who actually fights would take. It seems almost… effeminate. He takes a step forward, then winces as it seems he has stepped wrong on his 'bad leg'. This gives Evelyn an opening, and she takes advantage of it, coming in to deliver a solid hit in his face. Didn't he just tell her not to hit him in the face?! Can't people listen to simple instructions!? His vision reddening for a moment, he quickly steps forward and swings with everything he's got, connecting with a solid enough blow that hurts his own hand. "Fuck." He mutters under his breath as he waves his hand around. Giving Evelyn a curt nod, "I am sorry, my lady. I did not think I had that in me." He even gives her a hand up and then makes his way back to sidelines to await his next bout.

With a grim nod of acknowledgement to her new opponent, Esyld raises her fists again, once more settling her weight securely on the back foot and taking in his stance and measure with a brief down-up glance. Hmm. Tall. Long reach. Best to try and rob him of that advantage in short order. She sweeps a sharp kick toward his leg, seeking to unbalance him, only to be rewarded by a solid blow. Quick, too. She hears the ripple of something through the crowd but is, frankly, too busy to pay it much mind. And who would believe it anyway? I mean, Tristan? The only thing he's ever hit that hard is the floor after one pitcher too many.

Elaida watches as Tristan lays out the Couveri fighter in a single blow— and gasps.

She isn't the only one in the crowd who takes notice. Much of the commons also lets out loud gasps— and cheers. Though a pair of watchers seem more… interested in such a blow than strictly amazed.

Zarine Abara chuckles, and comments to the man beside her, "Well well well. Seems the Princling has a little fight in him. Good."

"I like that."

<COMBAT> Stephen attacks Esyld with Hands but Esyld DODGES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Stephen with Hands but Stephen DODGES!
<COMBAT> Stephen attacks Esyld with Hands - Light Stun wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Stephen with Hands - Serious Stun wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Stephen has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Stephen with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Stephen attacks Esyld with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Stephen attacks Esyld with Hands - Light Stun wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Stephen with Hands - Critical Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Stephen has been KO'd!

Evelyn doesn't have too much time to recooperate. She does, however, speak quietly to the rather large pure white Warhound who sits on the sidelines, peaceably, and by all accounts, seems to have some idea of what's going on. Or at least, holds that appearance. She eyes Jordan, nodding to him, "Fight well. You won't get as lucky as the Prince did." She curves her lips, and moves to attack.

Tristan steps over to someone and asks softly, "Is there a bruise on my face? Is it that bad?"

In the Royal box, Alysande is leaning forward in her seat and speaking rapidly to her husband at her side, shaking her head incredulously.

Tiadora can't help but grin from ear to ear at the Cassomirs- at least until Stephen goes down. Then she frowns in solidarity and offers some grapes.

"It will make you look manly," says the girl from Normont to the Prince. "Your nose is still pretty, don't worry! Symon will be so proud!"

Well, this isn't exactly an auspicious start. While Stephen lands several strikes against Esyld, Esyld counters with stronger strikes in return, and after staggering once following a punch to the head, a second, even stronger to his chest sends him down to one knee, wheezing a bit, and making the sign of yielding. "Well fought." There's no anger to his tone, though it's a bit breathless, before he moves off to one side and awaits his next round, moving back to the ring and taking up a fighting stance when called, bowing slightly to Lillian, "Well met, Milady. Good luck to you."

Raelyn winces, as Stephen goes down the first time. She was -used- to her brothers falling in the Tourney's. But - not her husband. She shakes her head, and squeezes Emilia's hand, suddenly. She releases when he gets up, sighing a breath of relief. But when he goes down again, she suddenly stands up, until he shows sign of positive movement, only then settling down some. She exhales, letting her nerves pass and telling Emilia, "It looks like a -lot- more training for him."

Lillian gives Jordan a sympathetic smile as she approaches the pit again for her next and perhaps final bout. She eyes Stephen for a long moment, keeping in mind how he moved in his last match, and replies to him with a simple nod. "Good luck, milord and thank you. I think I'll need it." She then raises her fists appropriately.

Well, this is more like it.. even if she's still blissfully unaware of what's taken place in the other match, Esyld seems at last to be hitting her stride. And Stephen is matching it, beat for beat. At first, anyway. But the adrenaline is pumping now, sufficiently so that any strike he lands, she's following up with jarring force. Like that cracker to his jaw. Or the blow to the torso. It's a good fight - just woefully overshadowed by a certain Princeling revealing himself as a closet ninja. Anyway. The upper hand here is still passed back and forth numerous times.. even when she knocks the Cassomir off balance he comes back at her. And she answers that with a winding strike to his chest, bringing him to a knee and drawing herself up short thereafter. Rubbing at her lips with the back of one hand, flexing weary knuckles and fingers, Esyld inclines her head respectfully toward Stephen, murmuring a polite reply that's lost in the continuing hubbub of the crowd.

With Tristan's fight over so quickly, Emilia does focus upon Stephen's fight. Giving Raelyn's a squeeze in return when Stephen goes down that first time. A nod going to Raelyn,"Seems of so." And oh…there are grapes, Emilia is mildly distracted from the start of the next round. Grapes!!!

<COMBAT> Stephen attacks Lillian with Hands - Light Stun wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Stephen with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Evelyn with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Jordan with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Jordan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Stephen attacks Lillian with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Right Leg.
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Stephen with Hands but Stephen DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Evelyn with Hands but Evelyn DODGES!
<COMBAT> Jordan attacks Evelyn with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Stephen attacks Lillian with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Jordan with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Stephen with Hands - Critical Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Jordan has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Stephen has been KO'd!

Aaand it appears that Stephen's lost a step after his match with Esyld, because while he lands a few shots on Lillian, she hammers him with a rib-cracking thump to the same spot he'd been hit before, and…down he goes, coughing a bit. "Well fought." He says after straightening and offering another bow, moving off to the sidelines and…not looking pleased. At. All. Not exactly angry, just…uncomfortable.

Jordan is here, it's a bare-handed fight, not his forte but he tries. He offers a brief nod towards Evelyn, remaining quiet at first as they continue to pass hits back and forth. "Good shot." He calls out at least once or twice before clearly the last hit to his chest has him gasping and he goes down on his ass, "Oof. That's going to smart in the morning," he remarks, rubbing at his chest. "Best of luck to you in the fights." Grumble.

Tiadora winces again. "I'm sorry," she says to Raelyn. "Cheese?" Snacks offered in consolation.

As she anticipated, Stephen was a skilled brawler, and her attempts to catch him with her fists initially appear to be little more than desperate flailing. She gets punched soundly on each side and it looks like it may be a re-run of her last foray. Only this time, she gets a -tiny- opening and spots it, and pounds Stephen. The result is even better than she expected and he goes down, his opponent looking just a little stunned in the wake. She regains her composure swiftly and she smiles at Stephen. "I got lucky. Good fight, m'lord, and thank you." She turns, still unsure of what just occurred.

A brief respite has Esyld striding across to fetch a sip from a wineskin.. and a hasty summary of what's happened from some excitable Foxes. Her brows rise high enough almost to disappear within her dark hair and she casts an incredulous look in Tristan's vague direction. Well. This just got even more interesting. Tossing the skin back, the Captain tries to settle her attention on the matches underway, with middling success. She's quite aware that Corvin's in the crowd.. and look who she's now up against. No pressure or anything, sheesh. Pushing back her tresses with a rake of scraped and battered knuckles, the young woman starts toward the circle where her next fight will take place, applauding those who triumph in their rounds as she moves.

It seems that Evelyn's embarassement at being one-hit and shot down by the Prince (but hey, she still did get to hit him, at least once!) is incentive. That, and whatever her and Blaze (her warhound) shared. seems to have worked. She trades a few blows with Jordan, managing to take the man out of the competition. As she did with Lillian, she extends a hand to help Jordan up, nodding, "You fought well," she tells the t'Acuto heir. "Perhaps we should have drinks, afterwards."

Raelyn, however, just shakes her head, taking some cheese that Tiadora offers, telling the woman with an appreciative smile, "I think he might need to train a bit more. But, brave to try, yes?" She's at least glad her husband isn't injured, severely. "Everyone's allowed to lose at their first Tourney, afterall. Right, Emilia?"

Grapes, oh glorious grapes!! Fingers lightly dance and turn the little oblong fruits about. Emilia's attention turning back towards the fight below as her fingers toy about with the grapes. Not actually eating them. There is just a faint tightening to the corners of her eyes as Stephen takes that hit and is eliminated. A nod given in agreement,"Of aye, everyone is allowed to of lose in their of first tournament. Sometimes of others as of well, people have of bad of days after of all."

Tristan steps forward to the circle, giving Esyld a little smile. "Captain. We should try and grab something to drink sometime soon, and please… whatever you do, anything but the face. It is far too pretty to be hit again." He bows his head at her and then assumes a fighting stance.

<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Lillian with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Neck.
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Tristan with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Esyld with Hands - Serious Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Evelyn with Hands - Critical Stun wound to Chest.
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Evelyn with Hands - Light Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Esyld with Hands - Serious Stun wound to Right Arm (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Lillian with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Tristan with Hands - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Evelyn with Hands - Critical Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Esyld with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Evelyn attacks Lillian with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Tristan with Hands but Tristan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Evelyn has been KO'd!

Thaddeus watches the contest as it goes on, cheering for his brother when his fights happen and scowls angrily and drinks after his brother is defeated… twice. He remains in silence after that.

"His first?" Tia looks at Raelyn in surprise. "Oh he did very well. Cheers for being brave enough to enter," the girl says cheerily. "Gooo Tris," she calls again. "One guide your arm! Arms! Hands! Woo!" Her platter is almost overturned but she catches and stabilizes it before sausage and grapes roll away.

"Oh, I don't know… a broken nose might give you a delightfully rakish appearance." counters Esyld, though the words are uttered with a grin that belies some manner of existing familiarity with the Prince. As they get to it, she doesn't totally ignore his request - does a hook to the jaw count as the face? Apparently it's enough to deserve a solid thump in return, so perhaps it does. Knocked off-balance, the mercenary doesn't quite right herself in time, either to dodge the next strike or to return a decent one. Gasping a breath, she's staggered.. but still on her feet for the moment.

Turnabout is fair play? Fate pits Lillian against Evelyn, this time, and this time the tables are turned, and she takes a few quick and hard blows that fell her. She's spent, done, and … out of the competition. It takes her a few moments to gather herself and pull herself off the field and tournament before settling down next to her Warhound and leaning against the large beast for support.

Stepping forward lightly, Tristan looks for an opening. Then it comes, a knock right to his face. "Not the face!" He snarls, moving forward quickly to punch Esyld solidly in the chest. He slides to his left, letting her next punch glide along his chest, then lets out brings his arm down in a chopping motion right onto her own arm, following that up with a punch to her face then side-stepping her next attack.

Jordan continues to watch silently from the side, nodding here and there as punches are tossed back and forth between folks. He cheers slightly after a few of them but remains rather calm in the end.

It was Lillian versus Evelyn again! Lillian seems eager for the re-match. "Lets see if I give you a proper match, this time."

Evelyn is just as spry as before and still gives her a beating as they trade blows again. Difference is Lillian simply takes all the damage and returns it harder, making her victorious this round. She offers Evelyn a hand up this time. "You did well. I will look forward to facing you again in the future."

<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Esyld with Hands but Esyld DODGES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Tristan with Hands but Tristan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Tristan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Tristan with Hands - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Esyld with Hands - ARMOR on Chest stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Tristan with Hands but Tristan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Esyld with Hands - Moderate Stun wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Esyld with Hands - Light Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Tristan with Hands but Tristan DODGES!
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Tristan with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Esyld with Hands - ARMOR on Abdomen stops the attack!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Tristan with Hands - Critical Stun wound to Head.
<COMBAT> Tristan has been KO'd!

Corvin Fremont watches the bout between Esyld and Tristan quite intently. Quite intently. He tries not to smile too big when Esyld gives him a tremendous punch to the face either. But he fails.

Elaida is biting her nails now, watching her husband to be get punched— and punch back in return! "Healoil… he will definitely need healoil…" she murmurs to herself.

After his initial flurry of blows, the fight settles down and something like a dance begins, with Tristan trying to land blows while avoiding Esyld's. For a time it seems to be a successful strategy, as the two move around each other, delivering glancing blows or just straight up dodging one another. Finally Tristan feels a sharp pain to the side of his head and he stumbles and falls down to one knee. "Goddamn it." He mutters under his breath, teeth gritted as he stands up, ready to keep this going for as long as he can.

Aware she's winded and unbalanced, Esyld focuses on staying just outside Tristan's reach until she can regroup. There's no shame in that. And the sound beating she just took for daring to take a swing at that pretty face, One help her.. Daring a jab to the young man's gut, though a glancing blow only, as if testing the waters, she keeps her eerie gaze seemingly on his features. But she's doing her best to read his stance. She has to, he's proving to be worryingly quick. Wincing in the wake of a formidable crack to her own jaw - well, she deserved that - the brunette shakes her head abruptly to clear it, dancing back a step or two. But, just as it seems the Prince has the advantage, she hurls her weight behind a blow to the side of his head that has him down. "Better? Or did I muss your hair?" she offers, breathlessly, but grinning doggedly all the same.

"He is more of flighty then I was of thinking," comments Emilia to Raelyn, though being able to mostly dodge blows perhaps not overly surprising. But just..ow all those hits to the head..and face. It is no surprise Tristan stumbles..even if him lasting so long is!

Tiadora says, "This is the kind of fight my people appreciate. Even if there's a woman involved." She unconsciously nibbles away at her food while the fight progresses. "Come on, Tris! Get up, get her!"

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Tristan with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Esyld with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Tristan with Hands - Serious Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Esyld with Hands - Serious Stun wound to Right Hand.
<COMBAT> Esyld has been KO'd!
<COMBAT> Tristan has been KO'd!

"I thought -he- would go down in one hit," Raelyn admits, wryly to Emilia. "Seems our Prince is full of surprises, no?" But, she almost seems … proud of Tristan's showing? Afterall, if a Cassomir can't win, a Tracano is just as good in her book. Her eyes briefly leave the fight, to find Stephen and make sure he's getting any attention from the healers he needs. When she looks back, Tristan is down and out. She sighs, exhales, smiles, and tells Tiadora, "Well, it was a good showing, nevertheless." A pause. "Oh. Emliia. I got you something." She draws something out of her side pocket, a small bag that might be a bag for collecting pebbles, or marbles, or somesuch. And this bag, clean and new velvet, is handed over to Emilia.

#844illian rolls her neck as she watches intently. She hopes to keep her good luck streak alive and all the minor bruising underneath the jacket worth it, but her fatigue was beginning to show. The prince falls, but seems to have given a better fight than she expected - he was doing that a lot. She approaches the pit once more and nods respectfully to him as she takes her position. "You are giving it quite a go, Your Highness. Good luck."

Back on his feet and breathing hard, it seems that Tristan Tracano is ready to go another round with the Mercenary Captain. He lashes out, missing Esyld, and then stepping to the side to let her own blow go past him. Stepping forward, he punches again, feeling something connect with his chest and something connecting with his own hand. He falls to the ground, winded. Opening his eyes he sees Esyld flat on her ass too. Well that's enough for him. Grunting, he gets back on his feet and nods at her. "Will send you a bottle of wine soon." He steps to the side to collect himself before his next bout.

Which is now it seems. Moving back to the ring he gives Lillian a nod. "Good luck to you as well, my Lady." He glances to the sky and offers up another prayer to the One.

<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Lillian with Hands and MISSES!
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Tristan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Left Arm.
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Lillian with Hands - Light Stun wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Tristan with Hands - Light Stun wound to Left Hand.
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Tristan with Hands - Critical Stun wound to Abdomen (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Tristan attacks Lillian with Hands - Light Stun wound to Left Leg.
<COMBAT> Tristan has been KO'd!

Shaking her head in reluctant amusement as Tristan stubbornly gets to his feet again, Esyld squares her shoulders and keeps her fists protectively before herself. And she even has the good grace not to simply kick him in the gut while he's down there. Tempting as it may be, it wouldn't go down well with the crowd, let's be honest. And he's fighting incredibly well. No, she at least lets him get up. Dodging his clumsy first retaliation, then swinging wide with her own, she settles back to the task.. and then there seems a sudden tangle of limbs, even as she lands a decent blow to his chest, taking them both down. Well, that was graceful. And hey, wine. Silver lining. Waving him off, too out of breath to verbally spar, Esyld drags herself out of the ring briefly, stealing a little breather before the next round.

Emilia watches the fight with stoic interest,"As was I of thinking so." It /was/ Tristan afterall. "Does seem he is quite full of surprises." She does clap when the fight is over, Tristan falling finally. Though Raelyn soon as her attention when there is mention of having gotten her something. Brows rise a little bit,"You of did?" Some hint of surprise there perhaps. The bag is accepted and fingers lightly feel the shapes there are inide, a bit of a curious look sent to Raelyn. Before fingers work to pry the top open, maying little mind to the fact Tristan is up for another round. Dark eyes widen at what she finds inside….So what that Tristan just got gut punched and beatup…by another girl….The bestest thing eveh has just been gotten!

Elaida lets out a sharp cry of unhappiness as the Prince takes a suckerpunch to the gut, dropping him from the competition. She stands and looks as if she might rush down to see him, but the Royal box is a bit crowded what with Queen, King, Prince Martyn, and the Lancers.

Martyn's earlier mirth at Tristan joining the combat has long since been silenced, and the Prince watches his cousin with a stoney, concerned look.

With little time to collect himself after that bout with Esyld, Tristan isn't in peak condition to go out and brawl again, but such is life. A few grazing hits are delivered to Lillian before she punches him solidly in the stomach. He lets out his breath and falls to a knee, coughing as he tries to collect his breath. Hey, he may have lost but at least this woman knew not to hit people in the face. Getting to his feet, he gives her a nod as he staggers to his feet. "Good one." He rasps out, and then moves off to go and catch his breath and get some water. Or wine. Probably water though.

Tiadora asks Emilia "What is it?!" with ernest excitement but the collective wince/gasp of the crowd tears her back to Tristan.

The initial blows between them are light, almost glancing. Lillian continues to stand and attempts to read Tristan's movements before he executes them. Like before, at the slightest stumble her fists lunge forward and make him pay dearly for it. More precisley his gut. Her green eyes have a hint of an apology in them as the Tracano prince picks himself out. "Very good fight, Your Highness. Rest easily."

Well, it looks like the Bareknuckle is going to a woman this time. She squares her shoulders as she faces her final opponent. "You're good," she admits as she gazes at Esyld. "Good luck."

<COMBAT> Esyld attacks Lillian with Hands - Serious Stun wound to Chest (Reduced by Armor).
<COMBAT> Lillian attacks Esyld with Hands but Esyld DODGES!
<COMBAT> Lillian has been KO'd!

Good showing for Couviere, eh? Tipping some water over her face and then swiping it away with a palm, Esyld watches Tristan's next bout with keen interest.. though it's his opponent her eyes linger upon, even as she's taking a drink. Some reach, that young lady has.. and merciless with the strikes to the midsection. She'll try to keep that in mind, though in the heat of the moment, who knows. Either way, she's smiling, no doubt pleased with her own matches thus far, and seems settled enough to meeting the l'Valdan in the final round. If nothing else, with their wearied arms and aching legs, it should at least be over more swiftly than some of the other bouts. Meeting the other's gaze as they face one another, she inclines her head respectfully. "And to you, m'Lady." And then there's nothing left but to get on with it.

It was Lillian's turn to stumble! And stumble she does. Esyld's dodge wasn't anticipated and the forward momentum was too much to stall before she comes back around with a solid hit to her chest. The l'Valdan is laid flat. She struggles to get up again, before deciding it simply wasn't worth the pain in the morning. A hand goes up to signify her yield, but she grins crookedly back up at her opponent. "I deserved that. Congratulations on a victory well-earned."

Lillian eventually does get up, but she takes her time!

Oh wait…the fight is over..or so Emilia discovers when she does look back up at Tiadora's question. Dark eyes taking in the field and figuring out just who won,"He did of surprising of well." But the distraction from the bag is momentary as she is soon giving Raelyn a hug! Yes…some sign of emotion from the younger Cassomir, even if not within her expression itself. "They are just of perfect!" Which does have Emilia finally getting round to Tiadora's question as a hand reaches into the bag and plucks out something…An obling piece of wood…her fingers turning it about much like she had done earlier with those few grapes..which ended up somewhere ont he floor actually….But…Wooden Grapes! And totally misses that rather quick bout that is the final as she shows off the gift…strange as some…well let sbe honest..most…might find it to be.

"That's… Lovely," Tia replies. Her tone and expression say she has no idea what she is looking at.

Evelyn pushes herself up to her feet, and claps for Esyld, who clearly deserved to win the day. It was a grand show of fisticuffs, all around. Most surprisingly from the Prince. She waves Esyld over, offering the woman, "I ought to at least buy the winner drinks, even if we never got to fight." It's clear that Evelyn was hoping to, afterall. She smiles, wide. "Well done." She rubs her own head, briefly, "Though, if I can offer you some advice, don't underestimate the Prince. Despite what you may have heard." This is followed by a brief laugh.

Raelyn looks decidedly proud at her gift, and warmly accepts the hug from Emilia. A hug, in public even. She squeezes Emilia's hand, "A way of saying thanks. And I do love you. Thank you for everything," she tells her sister. Then, she turns that smile to Tiadora. Amused, that the other woman doesn't 'get it'. "Thank you for your company. And your food. But if you'll excuse me, I ought to go see to my husband." She inclines her head, and begins to thread her way down from the crowd to meet up with Stephen.

"It of is, isn't it?" Emilia rather intent upon the lovely little wooden grape and not quite so much Tiadora's confusion upon the matter. "Of thanking, it is of a grand of gift, Raelyn." Fingers take to lightly turning the one plucked from the bag about a bit,"Of aye, go be seeing after of Count of Stephen, imagine he will be needing of some of rest before you put him to more of training." Finally perhaps realizing that the last fight is over,"Oh…that was of quick…Not like those of first of fights at all."

It was only some combination of luck and instinct (mostly the former) that warned Esyld to lean out of the path of that first swing.. and little more than a natural reaction to send Lillian onto her back with a powerful blow to the chest. So it's with some measure of surprise that those eyes are looking down at the l'Valdan, blinking, before she grins in return. Offering a hand down, she hauls the other woman to her feet, steadying her by the elbow for a split-second, before releasing her to depart the field. "Thank you, m'Lady. You fought marvellously today." There's no hanging around for the mercenary. Barely more than a sheepish look and awkward smile is cast over those still watching, and she's already striding toward the perimeter, her gait only a little halting after being knocked on her arse by that Princeling. Slowing, then halting as Evelyn addresses her, the Captain grins broadly in return. "Thank you, m'Lady. You put on a fine showing yourself. Maybe next time, eh?"

She laughs, likewise, at the mention of Tristan. "I didn't see it for myself, m'Lady, but my fellows tell me it was a damn solid blow you took. You've my respect for fighting on."

Tristan glances to his side and up at the man who is standing there staring down at him. Then he sighs. "How's my face, Dixon?" The Royal Lancer gives a faint shrug, murmuring something about it not being all that bad, which gives him some hope at least. "I suspect I am going to be spoken to about all of this. Should I just go ahead and get that over with?" The Royal Lancer shrugs and puts an arm out, helping Tristan get onto his feet. It was time to get out of here.

Tiadora nods to Raelyn. "He'll be happy for your company, of course." She smiles at Emi despite still not in on the sister's private joke. "That's sweet of her. And I guess it's over! I should be getting home for supper."

Up in the royal box, Jaren reassures a concerned-looking Alysande. Along with something along the lines of "Fortune favors the bold, apparently." All told he did quite spectacularly well compared to expectations. No doubt a lot of people lost money today…and a few made a good bit.

Following a few other pleasant exchanges, offering bows and niceties to her noble fellow competitors, Esyld makes her way off the field and into the company of her men. Likely some of them will have heavier purses now than earlier in the day.. so it's off to the nearest inn without any further delay! There's no complaint from their Captain, either. Anywhere with a comfortable seat will do her just fine, for the foreseeable future.

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