Saturday Night's Alright For Fighting (open!)

[Invisible]

N’rol was smart enough this time to keep Genet at arm’s length. He grabbed her arm, releasing her hair in the process, and was about to do- well, something when Silvio intervened. Genet got pushed aside and stumbled into one of the other riders with a quiet curse of complaint. The rider grabbed her and tried to hold her back but she stomped down hard on his foot and then gave him a shove over backwards when he let her go.

“Yea, leave me be!” she told N’rol as Silvio’s fist connected. Busy watching Silvio she nearly missed the other rider coming up behind the Caminar. With a yell she threw herself at him and they both tumbled to the ground while N’rol stumbled backwards and then threw his own punch at Silvio. Meanwhile Genet was trying to get the upper hand in her own fight unfortunately since the riders were in all stages of drunkenness one of them tried to help his wingmate fighting the tramp and stomped on the tramp’s hand in the process.

Genet screamed and kicked the man she fought with in a place guaranteed to get him to let her go. Then she sat up on the ground and looked at her hand. “Ow,” she said quietly. And when that was not noticed she raised her voice and yelled, “I said ‘ow’! Isn’t someone supposed to be protecting me?” This did give the riders pause as, well, that was sort of the point. Even if it was mostly the point as it gave them a chance to deliver a beat down.

[dragon]

J'rad was shaking his head, these men were not good fighters when drunk. Being taken down by a lone caminar and a girl. Perhaps J'rad should step in at this point. Afterall, he wouldn't get to drink in peace anymore.

However, it seemed the decision would soon be taken out of his hands as two caminar approached the scene. Two males, to be exact. One was tall, with long and thick black hair. The other was a bit shorter, and a bit chubbier, older as well. He had short black hair, that had hints of grey. He looked to be in his upper forties, the young lad with black hair beside him seemed to be around his earlier twenties. Perhaps a father and son dou? At any rate, they'd heard the ruckus and came to check. The older man was taken aback a bit, he recognized just who was in the middle of this brawl. "Silvio?", he questioned aloud, so perhaps he would be heard by all. The younger man beside him simply looked at the scene curiously before deciding he'd need to join in. Grabbing one of the dragonriders from behind on the shoulder, he went to half twirl him around, while the dragonrider also did so in surprise to see who it was and allowed a fist to fly directly at his face, knocking the man over. "Seems a bit unfair, doesn't it?", the younger man said with a smirk.

The older man simply shook his head. How irrational this kid could be. However, he didn't have time to stay in his thoughts as he saw the rider the younger caminar had punched get back to his feet to lunge at the unsuspecting caminar. The older man quickly ran and lept atop the dragonrider.

Oh but this was getting interesting, J'rad just had to admit this despite the circumstance. However, as another caminar approached, a man to be around the age of 32 with short, thick brown hair, J'rad had to act. He was going to hit one of the unsuspecting riders, one that wasn't too involved in the fight it seemed. J'rad wasn't going to stand for that one. No sense pulling in someone when they weren't throwing fists. J'rad laid a fist hard into his jaw before the caminar's fist could make contact with the unsuspecting rider. Soon, the man was down on the ground.

"Fight if you want. But don't unnecessarily drag others in", J'rad explained as he spit on the ground. Of all the foolish things to do. But, like it or not, J'rad had now gotten himself involved and the caminar with the long black hair sought to pick a fight with him. Pretty clever this one was, he kicked high and right into J'rad's broken hand. Cheap shot, but it worked. J'rad gritted his teeth as his arm flung into the air and bones that were healing would likely have to start the process over again. J'rad was reeling from that one, but by now his attention was thoroughly caught up in this fight as he looked at the man with anger in his eyes. He wanted a cheap shot? Fine, he'd give him one. As J'rad seemed to be so focused on nursing his hand, he quickly flung his right leg into the air. The caminar that had dealt such a harsh blow was standing too close and was met with a kick to the groin that quickly took him down. J'rad held onto his broken hand as he looked around, large red spots began forming on his bandages. Did anyone else want to mess with him now? If the did, then bring them on!

[Alsivor]

The crack of Silvio's fist against N'rol's jaw sent the blond rider reeling back briefly. As the rider recovered and came back at him, Silvio focused on getting through this particular part of the fight, unable to pull his attention away in spite of the distraction of Genet's cries. He waited N'rol out as he charged, then sidestepped and kicked at a shin aiming to bring the rider down to the ground.

Unaware of anyone else approaching, Silvio was waiting for the right angle to get a blow in to the rider's head or neck to actually take him out and then grab Genet and make a run for it.

Whether or not Genet was supposed to be getting protection seemed to have slipped the mind of the fellow approaching her now, though this particular rider seemed perhaps more sober than the rest, merely aiming to pick her up, put her over his shoulder and get her out of the way so his fellows could finish Silvio off without impediment.

[Invisible]

More people arriving went unnoticed by Genet too busy trying to see if her hand was hurt. She shook it out and looked up in time to see Silvio get a chance to take N’rol out. She laughed and made to stand just as the rider approached to try to pick her up. “Hey!” she yelled and aimed a kick at him that had him come to a stop.

He eyed her warily and tried to rush her, but Genet was ready. It wasn’t, in the end, much different than playing rough and tumble games back home. Even though she was lectured about acting like a girl she had still been involved in many a tussle. “Back off or else,” she warned and aimed another kick for the circling rider. “And leave Silvio be, all of you!” Now she noticed the other Caminar and shook her head.

More people? What was it with men drawn to a brawl anyway? Forget that she technically started this one and all. “Forget it,” she yelled. “They’re drunken idiots. Not worth a fight or any trouble. We should all just go.” Getting to G’tet’s weyr was out of the question but if they could make it outside she could camp with Silvio. That thought gave her enough energy to rush the rider trying to grab her and manage a punch that connected with his jaw and didn’t phase him in the least. Luckily she kicked his knee after. When the adrenaline wore off she’d realize punching with the stepped on hand was a bad idea.

[Alsivor]

N'rol went flying and hit the ground hard with Silvio's next move and the Caminar stood for a second, panting turned towards where he'd last heard Genet's voice and was brought to a halt by the sight of more Caminar joining in with others. He swore under his breath and started to move only to wind up in the path of a stumbling rider who bumped into him, turned and slugged him one before Silvio had the chance to react. His head rocked back under the force of the blow but he ducked down to avoid the next one coming, charged his head into the rider's gut and ran him back against the Bowl wall.

"Just /stop/," he said emphatically to the other man, young, his own age maybe, not much more. Eye to eye for a moment, the pair looked at each other, the one breathless and bruised now from the blow just gotten, the other hazy with drink. He backed up a step and the young rider stayed put, looked down at his own feet, nodded. Silvio nodded too and then he turned and waded in towards the fellow man-handling Genet. He sped up a little, aiming to put a little oomph into the shoulder he aimed to crash into the other man's.

"Time to go," he said to Genet, that blow to his chin already swelling up a little, red and purpling.

[dragon]

J'rad was obviously not pleased, now that he had to nurse his once again injured hand. The pain was getting to be a bit intense for him now. Perhaps it was worse than the first time. The first time he hit a wall. The second time, someone hit his hand. That had to be more force than last time. J'rad scowled angrily. He didn't want to fight in the first place and now the pain was going to make him too useless to brawl out any anger he had now.

"Stop now you fools!", J'rad roared at everyone. J'rad rarely, and I do mean rarely, ever felt the need to raise his voice. Much less sound like some overwhelming, roaring beast. "Next one to throw another damn fist or foot deals with me!", he raged on. Hopefully this would sober up his drunken mates fast, get the unnecessary weyrfolk the chance to get out of this, and chase off the all too willing caminar.

He looked around with a scowl more intense than his normal one and he noticed a couple of dragonriders immediately back down. Far better they deal with anyone else than an angry J'rad, that was their thoughts. The older caminar fellow tugged his other two fellows. With age, he had a bit more of a level head than the other two. They didn't run away, however, but they did stop fighting. They weren't just going to leave if this was some trick to gang up on their fellow caminar again. J'rad was already becoming pleased with the results. But this was no empty threat. J'rad always, and I do mean always, backed up his threats. Empty, meaningless words had no use for him. Not for someone so straightforward and to the point. As much as he wanted to, J'rad didn't wince or flinch. He was doing all he could to take the focus out of his now throbbing hand.

[Invisible]

This not being how Genet had planned on spending her evening she was quite ready to end things. Besides she’d hurt her hand and was not pleased with that at all. So when the opportunity arose to depart she as all for it. On her feet she headed for the edge of the fight prepared to knock anyone who got in her way. She looked around to catch up Silvio’s hand after he handled the last man near her. He got a tug on his hand and she broke out into a run.

Sleeping outdoors was fun, but she felt sure they would miss the bed tonight. It was fine when one was not beaten up but the hard ground couldn’t be that good for achy muscles. At least she would not be alone in her misery. As J’rad bellowed she shook her head. “Fight evens up and he decides to step in,” she mutters to Silvio as they put space between them and the others. “When G’tet gets back they will so be sorry. Every single one of them.” He just had to get back.

The riders back where the fight had occurred were noticing all their targets were getting away, but any thoughts of chasing were gone when the wingsecond spoke. Some of them faded away into the shadows while others helped each other up. A few cases had to make for the infirmary having gotten more than a bruised chin.

[Alsivor]

One last shove aside and Silvio felt Genet's fingers closing around his. He answered that tug by taking off with her. He didn't have a response for what she said though, just looked over his shoulder briefly as he moved away fast, back towards the Caminar camp first.

The young rider who'd socked him remained for a little, still leaning against the wall and looking up at the sky then he heeded the 'second's words and slipped off to find dragon and weyr.

[dragon]

J'rad glared at each one until they all backed down. Was he mad that they got into this fight? No, that was their own choosing. Was he mad that they were so drunk they couldn't even hold their own? No, he still didn't care. Had it even been the fact he wanted to keep his wing in line and felt some honor bound duty to them? No. He wasn't going to baby them and tell them what to do and how to think. To him, relying on another was a form of weakness. Their actions were their own. What he was mad over was the fact he got dragged into this and now his broken hand suffered the consequence. Selfish reason. But J'rad didn't really care about anyone in this situation other than himself.

Pleased with his results, he shot a glare that told them to scurry off. Either to their own weyr or S'lyn's, he didn't care. But he knew his destination. He turned and walked towards the infirmery, bumping shoulders with one of the riders that were so eager to start this fight, pushing him aside. When he was clear of everyone, he gave a painful wince, completely sure that no one saw, but continued his way casually to the infirmery. The three caminar that had joined in quickly went to their own destination without a word once the fight started to disperse.