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Post by Father on Feb 17, 2019 15:19:10 GMT 1
Between the noise of the room and the active obstructions of Eldon's thugs in knight's trappings, Mikel does not get an answer, though the girl is unsteady from the wine, she is not forced, merely taken advantage of and Mikel is effectively kept from interfering, he could start a brawl, but that is unlikely to do any good, though knocking out a few teeth from these mouths might offer satisfaction nontheless.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Feb 19, 2019 11:17:11 GMT 1
"I fear I must take a lack of an answer for a lack of an ability to answer. Lady Arya, please allow me to escort you to your quarters." Mikel began making his way around the three men and to Lady Arya, an elbow out for her to hold while he escorted her. He fully expected to be stopped or removed physically, and so his as was his way thanks to years of discipline, everything else fell away but himself, Lady Arya, and the three men.
[OOC: Mikel expects physical intervention, mechanically speaking is he able to be ready to "Counter Attack" or could he be said to be "Passing" taking any action though he believes it will come?]
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Post by Father on Feb 20, 2019 21:01:30 GMT 1
His path well and truly blocked, with Ser Norren practically stepping into his face bidding him to leave or face trouble, Mikel is given the choice between giving up or pick a fight where he surely would be outnumbered.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Feb 20, 2019 23:32:15 GMT 1
As Mikel moved forward to escort Lady Arya away, Ser Norren stepped forward to bar him from his intentions. Pushing him out of the way would give the initiative to Ser Norren - would have allowed him to start the fight the way he wanted to start it - and Mikel would not give that opportunity to anybody if he could help it, especially to somebody whose reputation suggested he was dangerous enough without its advantage. Instead as he came forward Mikel finished his step and pivoted off his rear foot - the right one, as it happened - and his hips rotated, and his shoulders too - all at once - and he brought his right elbow as quickly as he could to smash into the underside of Ser Norren's chin with all the momentum of his body. Get him out of the fight, then the others one by one. Instead of waiting to see the result, after that first heavy swing Mikel struck quickly and kept moving. He hoped not to bring a weapon into play, but was prepared to do so if one was brought against him. He made every effort to stay on his feet, but knew there were too many and that they were trained men. It was only a question of time before a grapple begun and they tried to force him down to more easily beat him. The thought did not unnerve him, instead it helped to steel him. Mikel was more comfortable in grapple, and would make every effort to break and dislocate anything he could get ahold of until there was no more of them or he could not continue.
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Post by Father on Feb 23, 2019 8:28:27 GMT 1
One Fighting (Brawling) test if you please.
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Post by Mikel of Harroway on Feb 23, 2019 21:54:20 GMT 1
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Post by Father on Feb 26, 2019 14:24:33 GMT 1
Ser Norren goes down, as does the man beside him before Mikel's opposition even knows what happened, but there are too many to fight at once, another Merryweather knight goes down to Mikel's fist before too many arms have grabbed a hold, a man Mikel doesn't recognize begins to pummel him, though a word from their lord makes them stand down. Lord Eldon declares that they've had their fun, and Mikel is unceremoniously tossed into the crowd.
In some other inn, without half the Reach watching or with friends and allies, odds are that they would have beaten the life out of him, but the fat monstrosity appears to know that it's best not to invite people to intervene. Eldon loudly declares that Mikel couldn't hold his drink as can be expected for "wusses from the Trident", only his own men laugh at the joke.
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