Rust hears and sees the response. They do not understand."Fu, this title is you's to defend. Are these terms extreme?"
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Rust hears and sees the response. They do not understand."Fu, this title is you's to defend. Are these terms extreme?"
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Terri was heading over towards the drinks table with Terra when she heard the challenge by Spartan and simply shook her head with a wry smirk. If that's the way they wanna get titles, then more fool them.
Her heart practically stopped though when she heard Rust's proclamation and how he seemed to hold two of his own with such disregard. Glancing towards Rick to catch his eye, she signed, 'What is he doing!'
Nightfall's words seemed to flutter over her like butterflies in a storm. Rust's response riled her.
"Bullshit!" she cried out, stepping up next to Alice and Nightfall, hands on hips. "What're you trying to do, King of Summer? Weaken us further by allowing the death of one of our best fighters? I don't recall you fighting for the crown? At least, not in front of so many who would see you shamed. Like now."
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From the corner, a cacophony of cicadas erupts. Anything behind the Fairest is very blurred by the distortions mimicking the heat of a hot summer day.
"Sire, you would sooner weaken our court, our Freehold, in the face of the dangers that we see outside the walls of these Commons than let the loser of the fight live?! These are two of the best fighters we have, and you're going to impose your lightning scar upon them just so they can have a title?
"This is not how our season should work. One person should not, cannot, be claimed to be stronger if by doing so he would weaken the whole! There are so few of us in this Freehold and Court that one death is too significant of a hit. See the bigger picture, your highness! You asked me to be the Voice of Thunder. Please see that this will not help anything by making it a fight to the death!"
By now, hot tears are flowing down the elven woman's cheeks, her anger at its peak, even higher than the time that Swilla saw her upon finding out about her Fetch.
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Tally merely watches the three Changelings, one of which is the new King of the Freehold and the other two were members of the Summer Court. She remembered Fu from the library and recalled what the other had said about being captured by the Hedge. "How could it be shameful to be captured by something so... so... encompassing as the Hedge? It's the Hedge for Peter's Sake! It's beyond our power to control." The Hunterheart murmurs softly out loud, likely not realizing that she's verbalizing her thoughts.
"Maybe its more of a matter of underestimating the powers of the Hedge then overestimating our powers over it..." The eighteen year old murmurs once more out loud in a soft tone. She might not be that religious but that didn't mean she didn't know most of the contents of the Bible, but then, she never did crack open the book since returning so her recount is likely off.
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"That's what this is about?!" Alice asked shocked. "A year ago last spring i was nearly taken by the hedge myself and barely escaped because I was near a hedge gate. Spartan we have been in the hedge together since then and both of us know first hand how dangerous it is...and you're trying to kill him over being the victim of it? I wonder how well you yourself would have faired in the hedge if Nightfall, me, others hadn't been there with you at the time, oh great warrior of summer."
Faith quietly enjoyed the crown ceremony. Well, maybe not enjoyed, but watched at least. She twisted her lips distastefully at the ceremony of it all, at the whole prim and proper side. It made things so... so plain boring. Before Spartan threw his challenge, of course, which surprised her, a lot. She stared, a little dumbfounded. Alright, excitement. And then Rust made his opinion of it known. There was excitement, and then there was excitement. Y'know, the kind where friends and pals want to kill each other just for fun. The beating, she could take. It was fun, even kinda hot. But the killing? That was just... eew. She takes a few steps forward, getting close enough to the 3 other Summers to hopefully beat them upside the head to put some sense back into them.
She looks to one idiot, the hairy one. Then to the other idiot, the scratchy one. Then to the other idiot, the metal one. "You're not seriously f**king thinking of doin' it", she says, completely disbelieving. The words aren't really aimed at anyone; More of an invitation to any of them to tell them they were just joking. No other words were really necessary, what with everyone addind their two cents. Besides, she'd get to swear at all those idiots soon enough. She takes another step forward, closer to the trio. Apparently she's ready to jump in the middle of all of that. Yeah, 'cause she'll certainly make a big difference. Yeah. Sure.
Another step, straight towards Rust. She points a finger straight at his sternum. "You had better not be f**king serious." A small part of her is absolutely flabbergasted that she's the one trying to talk some sense into all of this. 'Talking sense' was nowhere near what she actually wanted to do, but someone had to do it.
There was a downside to her actions and her words, of course. Like agreeing with Stabby. And with Red. They'd probably never let her hear the end of that.
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When Marcus had heard his king mention his title, he had snapped to attention. Now, as the crowd around him cries out at his Sovereign, Summer's Warden stands forward ready to defend his king and keep order. His eyes slide from Rust to the contenders for the title of Champion, then back to the lion king. The metalflesh wonders what he was up to... what point he's trying to prove... but, one thing continues to replay in his mind like a broken record. He can't stop thinking of what Rust Mane had told them on the very spot where Harry Turkleton had bled into the earth.
Hate... you said Wrath was based on Love...
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The noise goes on. Rust meets Fu's eyes with his own. "They care not what you want."Rust calmly strides off his throne and walks to buffet. Spartan and those who know the king see the coming danger. Carefully he clears a space between the meats He moves the food with respect and the motions his brothers to join him. "Fine. Have it your way." Rust raises a meat carver for all to see. "There will be no death. Spartan and Fu. Face each other and lay your arm parallel on table. You will take turns chopping the table. But not each other. The first to draw blood is shamed and loses."weap + STR - 1(-previous sux)If a fail you lose and draw blood,Either the opponents or your own.50/50 odds so roll a die to determine who is cut
"Maybe it'd be quicker if they just unzipped and started punching each other in the crotch," Rook said, not entirely under his breath. His tongue was wrestling with his pride in his Court. This whole thing was ridiculous. He was reeling from the sudden gut punch of being told that the Summer King here thought it was completely sane to cripple or kill one fighter just to prove a point. Since when did titles matter so much? What were they, the Goddamn Gentry? Did they need to have a shiny new name written on themselves to be worth something?
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