Week 31 - Thursday afternoon, The Gym

[watchwight]

Ah, wrestling... the classic sport of the Greeks and the hand-to-hand combat of the Medeival Europeans. Huge trolls and nimble satyrs practice their stregnth and skills after class, all under the watchful eye of the coach. The floor literally shakes as combatants throw and pin one another to the mats. And so it is no surprise when Vincent

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[rita_anne_terry]

Rita-Anne looks up from where she's stretching. So she's not really on the team, but a knight should know more than how to fight with a sword and staff. And even if she's just supposed to watch... well... Laura Croft wouldn't just watch, would she?

"Oh, oh, oh, can I practice with him Coach? I'll be good, and won't hurt him. I promise!" She looks at Vincent. "It's my last day of learning, and I'm already an expert!" She grins enthusiastically.

[watchwight]

Vincent looks from Sir Gunthar to Rita_Anne. His fierce gaze through the lenses of his glasses looks the girl over from top to bottom and up again. His head turns back again to the coach, in a movement so agonizingly slow that its painful to watch. "I have no objections if the lady does not."

[rowan_staff]

Sir Gunthar looks from the pooka to the sluagh. "If both of you are all right with it, it's fine by me," he responds. "Just take it easy on each other, okay?"

He's suddenly distracted by a yelp from the floor. A troll junior-high student is pinned in the hold of a wildly grinning satyr high schooler. The troll coach sighs. "Okay, Tully, let him up."

[rowan_npcs]

"Yessir!" Tully releases his opponent and bounces to his feet with practiced ease. He extends a hand to the still-prone troll. "Give you a hand up, Rolf?"

Taking the satyr's hand with a grin, the young troll levers himself to his feet. "Show me how to do that sometime?"

Tully flashes a grin. "Maybe...if you offer the right sort of persuasion." He waggles his eyebrows in a gesture so over the top it's comical to watch.

[rita_anne_terry]

With the coach's approval, Rita-Anne grabs Vincent's hand. "Come on!" she says as she drags him to an empty mat.

When they get to one, Rita-Anne lies down with one arm in front of her, bent at the elbow, fingers sticking up on an angel. She has a determined look on her face.

[watchwight]

Vincent regards her cooly for a moment. "That is not the art for which I came to practice, Miss."

To Sir Gunthar, he says, "Thank you. I shall return momentarily." With that, the sluagh moves gracefully off towards the locker room, his canvas gym bag tucked close under his arm.

[rita_anne_terry]

Rita-Anne sighs. That boy has no sense of humor, she thinks to herself. She rushes to catch up. "Wait! Vincent! Wait!" When she catches up to him (before he goes to into the locker room, preferably) she says "I won't be ready for real when you come out. Honest. Cross my heart and hope to fly... Although the last time I did that, it didn't work too well..."

[watchwight]

He stops, that handsome face turning on a neck of rubber at an impossible angle to look down at her.

"Indeed."

With nothing more than that, he strides into the locker room.

[rita_anne_terry]

Rita-Anne shrugs and goes back to the empty mat. She stretches while she waits. Part way through holding a stretch for 10 seconds, she thinks I wonder if he's ticklish...

[watchwight]

A few minutes later, Vincent comes out of the locker room from changing... and what a change it is.

Gone are his Victorian shirt and coat, always so much a part of him. Instead, he's wearing a rather tight wrestling jerkin of deep blue. Arms and legs bare, his skin is the color of white marble. If it wasn't for the dark hair and those piercing green eyes, he would look very much like a Greek statue come to life. Black canvas sneakers move him quietly and surely across the floor to Rita-Anne.

Stopping before her, he raises an eyebrow. "Are you ready to begin?"

[rita_anne_terry]

He's kind of cute... and it's thoughts like that that'll keep you alive on the battle field RA. Smarten up! She nods and gets into the classic wrestling position.

[watchwight]

Vincent takes up his position with the calm professionalism of someone who has done this hundreds of times.

"On the count of three then..."

((OOC: Extended challenge visa via the ST?))

[rita_anne_terry]

Rita-Anne nods. "One... Banana... Three!" With that, she launches herself into Vincent.

((Ummm... I don't know. Brawl+St or Brawl+Dx I would think. Rita-Anne would probably use her dexterity more than her strength, because she's physically weak and knows it, but won't necessarily admit it.))

[rita_anne_terry]

((Re-reads that OOC. ST being Story Teller... Not strength... Got it. I'll post the request in the OOC.))

OOC: roll results

[rowan_st]

Assuming this is an extended and resisted action, with the first person to accumulate 10 successes being the winner:

Roll 1:
Rita-Anne - 10, 4, 1, 2, 2 (no successes)
Vincent - 9, 7, 8, 8, 4 (4 successes)

Roll 2:
Rita-Anne - 4, 5, 3, 9, 5 (3 successes) (3 total)
Vincent - 5, 2, 8, 2, 9 (3 successes) (7 total)

Roll 3:
Rita-Anne - 2, 4, 9, 5, 1 (1 success) (4 total)
Vincent - 6, 8, 9, 8, 10 (5 successes) (12 total)

Looks like the sluagh wins this match; describe it as you will. :-)

[rita_anne_terry]

Rita-Anne charged into Vincent... That was a mistake. This is wrestling, not brawling on the docks of France. Immediately, Rita-Anne put her body into a position that put her at a disadvantage.