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Myvillion made one more strike, putting his anger behind it, in an attempt to push Razylym a few steps back. Quickly following that, he slipped his bow back over his head and picked up his brother's sword. Of course Myvillion was never really good at swordplay, but with his logic, anyone could swing a sword. It was heavier than he though, but the prince managed, picking it up and pointing it at Razylym.

Radriar was a good dozen drinks in now. He had given the owner ten gold bits and was set to drink much more before the day was out. His face was abit red and he was having some difficultly focusing. Which ment the booze was doing its job.

The only problem with all of this was the Nomad got kind of odd when he was drunk. And right now he was count off on his fingers silently. Staring at them as of they held answers to everything he seemed.

Zygax nodded, "be careful." With that he set out to get everything set up. He started shouting and people started scurrying like busy ants to set up all the defenses.

Razylym rocked back only slightly and eyed Myvillion, the sword was too heavy for someone his size, clearly. Razylym took a step towards him, not really fearing his brother with a sword in his hand. "Don't threaten me with my own sword," Razylym said. He was starting to feel a little weaker, his blood was slowly oozing from the arrow wounds. "You can't even swing it hard enough to dent my armor and you know it. Fight me with your fists. I'll take off my armor."

"I'm not putting it down until you take off the armor." He taunted like a child, taking steps back and raising it a tiny bit higher. Despite his words, however, the heavy sword did touch the floor in a few moments.
Myvillion was loosing a good amount of blood from the large gash on his arm, and could already feel lightheaded.
Mordue you are absolutely worthless.. Where are you when I need you?
He knew he was going to lose the fight, from the second he heard Razylym he knew that, but continued anyway. He hoped that where ever the Captial army was, they were safe, and that his distraction has given them time to escape, or more time to plan.
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Elsewhere
A large creature stalked through the woods, sniffing the ground as it followed the trail of man. The dark monster had been following a large mass of people on their journey up North, seeking one in particular- Myvillion.
Mordue, as the hunter dubbed her, stopped at the sights of a village where the groups stayed, and were currently busy running about and howling at each other. She never understood why the bipeds were so concerned about their odd caves- the packs they formed were not unlike wolves, but they were not taught these things. That would remain a mystery to her.
But that was not what Mordue had came for. She noticed what a battle looked like for the arl, and knew Myvillion would be in trouble- there had been men that smelled like his enemies, and it was her duty to help Myvillion.

"I don't want you interfering this time.. the Capital people don't understand our relationship." Myvillion explained to the massive wolf, despite her whines and pleases.
"You could get hurt.. What would I do without my beloved Mordue?"

The wolf had to admit: Myvillion was rather stupid. He rushed into things without thinking, and her assistance would be needed. Taking a running start, the she-wolf ran around the village, searching for someone who smelled of his friends, his pack.

A giant wolf as a friend. Great.

Razylym looked at his brother like he was stupid. "No! You put the sword down! You'll just try to run me through!" This was starting to seem like an argument between brothers, which it was at heart. One that wanted to be away from home and love freely, and one that wanted the other to be home with his family, especially so he can wear the crown. He started to unclasp his gauntlets, but didn't not take it off. "Put it down."

Myvillion glared at Razylym.
"I can barely lift the damn thing.. Take off your armor first and I'll drop it."
The former prince didn't drop the blade, taking it and sticking the tip in the ground. He can feel himself beginning to get sick, and used it as a support.
"Fight me like a man Raz.. Or did you become a chicken while I was gone?"
Myvillion was in fist fights before, and he's taken down stronger opponents before, but this was his brother. Did he really have it in him to punch his brother? He shook the thoughts from his mind, trying to focus on his anger.

OOC:

Dylan Diamond wrote:

A giant wolf as a friend. Great.

Zyg's response to Mordue.

Zygax saw some sort of colossal wolf running through the village. He drew his blade, a slayer of such things by trade. He looked at all his men, also readying themselves. He motioned for them to stay away, he was much more skilled for this type of thing.

Razylym began to strip off his armor, piece by piece. Each one clanking on the ground, until he was wearing nothing but clothes. "Just like old days. Wrestling matches," he joked, but with some true scene of being fond of the memories. He entered a wrestling stance and waited.

Myvillion dropped, the sword, huffing as quietly as he could.
"I know I lost all the time as a kid, but this time I plan on winning.."
Lowering himself, Myvillion took a wrestling pose, one a bit more nontraditional.
~
Surprisingly for them, the wolf took no notice of the Capital army. Knowing they didn't smell like enemies, she avoided them. A pair of Myvillions men, who were currently leading a group of people from the village, stopped after seeing the wolf.
"Mordue, come back! Where are you going?"
Mordue turned around in an instant, running back to the men. One took the now trembling citizens away, leaving only one.
"Where have you been this whole trip? We could have used yo at least three times!"
The wolf made a low sound from its throat, looking at the man.
"Nevermind.. Get out of here. Go find Ser Myvillion and try and bring him to us."
The wolf stared coldly.
"P-please?"
Mordue turned back to the woods, now taking a much slower pace as to sneak.

(Bleh I'm tired today was rough)

Zygax looked at the hunters with extreme confusion, "Wh- Why did you not kill the beast!" He returned his sword to its place and started to walk away, but turned back to the hunters, "It is your pet?"

Razylym pounced towards his brother, grabbing him by the shoulders and trying to lock up with him to gain leverage to throw him to the ground later on. "No, you'll lose today," he said, some strain in his voice.

"Nonono. Mordue is not a pet. The shewolf really only listens to Myvillion. They are partners more like, and if I am correct, the two have lived together together before we knew him.."
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"You don't think I am aware of the disadvantage?" He growled back.

(Ok fair warning ive never wrestled anyone nor have written a wrestling/unarmed combat scene. I literally have no experience with this.)

Me neither but I'm apparently quiet good!

Zygax shrugged, "Ah. Ok." He was still clearly confused by the notion and didn't know what to say

Razylym attempted to cowboy (hip toss kinda deal) Myvillion so he could pin him to the ground.

Because of the defenses being raised the bar owner insisted that he and his family get to safety. Then gave Radriar free reign of the bar. The man then tied multiple bottles to his waist and had a very large jug in his hand as he walked out of the bar. He frowned as a Colossal wolf ran toward him.

He smiled stupidly and reached out. Petting it's tail as it ran past clearly on a mission. He then giggled and hiccupped, "Hehehehe. Puppy!" He then took a long pull from his jug and started walking in a random direction.

(I dont even know what a hip toss is i had to look it up oh my gods. I do weapons and swordfights, not hand to hand. It seems to complicated)

Myvillion tried to push his brother off of him, to no avail. The exhaustion of the fight and the whole trip was wearing on him, clearly showing now.
"Raz... Just kill me.." he groaned, breathing hard from exhaustion.
"I don't want to return to the North.. Please.. I haven't the strength to do it myself.." Myvillion was begging at this point, grabbing onto Razylym's clothes and crying.
"I've contemplated for years, but I was always too weak to do so.. just.. kill me."
~
Mordue gave a small nip to the hand as she passed, not really biting it, but as warning.
She was gaining on the scene of Myvillion, one that was filled with fear. Stoically the shewolf continued, distracted by nothing else.

Razylym stood, picking up Myvillion with him. "Not even I could kill my own brother," he said, which was probably as close to moral as Razylym ever was. He picked up his sword, and still hanging on to Myvillion began to drag him back towards the assumed direction of the Northern FOB.

Myvillion gave up on fighting at that point, allowing Razylym to take him back with little effort on his part. He mumbled to himself, mostly nonsense from the past and the jumbled word of fear. The prince was in mild shock.

Meanwhile, Mordue had watched watched last part of their encounter, quietly evaluating her choices. Of course she could run in and save him, but that would be risky if he cannot fight back. In the end, she decided to back out, and regroup. Running back to where the army was, Mordue searched for one of Myvillion's men.