Roxie takes another drag, before stepping up.
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Roxie takes another drag, before stepping up.
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Sean has no interest in being leader. Not where he was in the Danse at the moment. His time would come and when it did he would lead, or become too powerful for others to lead.
Anyway a leader had to actually care, and the affairs of others weren't strictly his business. He had his friends, and he had his fucks, and he had his food. From time to time these groups flowed together, but for the most part that was the way it was. Everyone else could choke to death, for all he cared.
When Roxie steps up, however, he becomes very interested. He almost envied Konstantin for getting the opportunity to wrestle around with the leggy blond. He stands back away from the fighters. He says to the others "Form a circle around them. Let's give them room."
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Lori, steps back as instructed, she's pretty surprised that Sean didn't already have his claws out for Konstantin but what was even more interesting was that Roxie was stepping up. Now eager to see a fight she waits expectantly on the side lines.
Peter slips over next to Headstrong as the circle begins to form.
Whispering, he asks, "I suppose it's bad form to help one side win, eh?"
This was the most eventful night that Aesop had so far sense he had woke. He had no idea where the others that lived in this area were, and in hearing the cause of there absence he was wholly ready to make right the natural order. Not because of revenge, not because of thrill of the hunt, only for the sake of putting the earth back on it's proper axis.
"We will be like a pack, working together as we hunt and kill. Each in the pack has a part, and together the pack is stronger than as lone wolves.", Aesop said to all in Konstantin's voice. To anyone listening to his tone it was clear that he believed in this philosophy.
He looked to Roxie who stepped up and narrowed his eyes, if she said she wasn't good at anything and she in fact was that would make her a liar, and if she showed skill in a fight he'd be following a liar. A part of him wanted to walk up in the middle of the tribe and declare his dominance but the beast only knew those emotions, the told him he hadn't been awake long enough to lead. He would watch the next leader rise and if they were unfit he'd take this clan, but now was not the right time to step forth. He was a lone warrior even if he knew the need for a pack, he would wait.
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Fenix watches as the unbeliever steps forward to accept the Priscus' challenge. He backs away, waiting for the combat to start, knowing that any group of Gangrel needed a leader, an Alpha, he would be watching expectantly.
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Headstrong neither steps forward nor backward. She didn't much care to challenge Konstantin's position but she would see him fight.
Eyes on Roxi and Konstantin and slowly sweeping past the line of Gangrel to gauge their reactions, she nods once in agreement with Peter's assessment.
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Konstantin looks to see if there are any other challenges, then turns back to Roxie, nodding while keeping his eyes fixed on hers.
"Very well, then. The fight will be a contest of physical power and skill with hand-to-hand combat, with no tricks of the Blood, no Disciplines and no sorcery or witchcraft allowed. The challenge ends when one party concedes or is unable to continue fighting. Do you agree to these terms, and do you have a weapon or ask to borrow one from another here?"
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"This is not the Invictus. This is not a Monomancy Duel. Roxie takes one final drag of her cigarette and blows the smoke at Konstantin. "We are not Lords or Shadows or Succubi. We are motherfucking Savages. Are you going to tell a wolf that it can only use it's claws and not it's teeth? Then you are going to be realy suprised when it bites out your throat old man." She drops the cancer stick at her feet and crushes it with her foot. "Anything goes. Winner is the last one standing. It can be because the looser submits or becasue he gets knocked into Torpor."
She looks her opponent in the eyes. "Your. Pick."
Peter raises an eyebrow.
Muttering to himself more than anyone else, "I hope he puts your ass to sleep, just so I don't have to listen to you anymore" is almost silent as it escapes his lips, before he even realized it was coming out.
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