--William Shakespeare, "Julius Caesar"
Give me a moment won't you. Scherazade moves so that Exthian is blocking her mostly from view. As she starts to conctrate upon something.
In a few moments, there is a sudden terrible stink of combusting protein animal matter...
In fact the source seems to be Breyd's bright red hair which has in turn broken out into a small fire(!)
People (especially Breyd) may want to do something about this occurance!!
"Oh, for the love of...," Rory growls. He walks over (a trifle unsteadily) and attempts to doust the flame by dumping his wineglass on it. He then looks over and makes eye contact with Sabine. "We may need some additional fire extinguishment here, m'dear."
Sabine comes over, two fisting it - she has a glass of whiskey and one of water that she just lifted off the bar. The water gets dumped on a sputtering Breyd. When Sabine is sure that the blaze is out, she swings her eyes around to fasten on Scher behind Exthian. Without missing stride, Sabine steps up and throws the contents of her whiskey glass in Scher's face. Rats, just whiskey. Sabine looks mournfully into her now empty glass and sighs, "What a waste."
Scher still holds her attention. Should she start another spell - Sabine's reaction will be swift.
Though Zariya had been watching the entire incident, she didn't utter a sound or have a smirk on her face when Breyd's hair caught fire (nor did anything-- there were people closer than she). When Sabine throws the drink in Scherazade's face however, she laughs outright.
"Now that's just wrong," complains Nicolo loudly from his position near the bar. "Wasting perfectly good Zeppo Red Label like that. The shame. You're supposed to throw urine in the face of girly-girls like that."
Sabine shoots him a 'don't I know it' kind of look over her shoulder and returns her attention to the two cousins.
He turned so that he had his back to the bar and leered at Breyd.
"Now that's what I'd call a bad hair day," Nicolo said, ribbing some startled-looking diplomat to his left with his elbow. "Oberon's girls sure do know how to act all dip-low-mat-ick, don't they."
Exthian had slowly sunken into the mass of family as the main event had started. He found himself next to Nicolo watching the girls. He looks at the man and nodds slightly in greeting before picking up a new glass of wine. He stood silently at the edge of the circle waiting for the exciting climax...wishing he had a mud pit.
And Breyd erupts. She ducks and swings to backhand Cher full across the face with all the violence that momentum and vicious force of will her tiny body can provide. She's also aiming to knock Cher over and pin her.
Zariya laughs even harder at this point, though she had almost gotten her improper burst of laughter under control at that point. Whether she's laughing at Breyd, Scher, or both of them it's hard to tell.
Sabine watches this with a grin and deposits her empty glass on a passing tray. Her hands are now empty...
The blow strikes and leaves a bright red mark of Breyd's hand on her face. However her dodging did prevent major damage beyond possible bruising.
"What the hell do you think your doing. I wasn't even looking at you. I can't help you draw attention when you do want it. What an example you set by brawling in public. No wonder creation thinks were barbaric, with you as an example." Scherazade replies.
"If your not smart enough to figure out who really did, you shouldn't act at all." Scherazade replies in the simple manner of a school teacher.
"I don't see how you blame me at all. I don't even have the intellgence to cast a spell. I had to be led down here, or I would have gotten lost." Scherazade replies. Thoes that wish to think that she's capable of intellgent thought can see through this as an act noting the tone of her voice.
There's not even a twitch or a pause as Breyd leaps on top of Cher, trying to knock her down while her gums are flapping (There will be an attempt to Glaswegian kiss on the way down. Headbutt for the Americans ;). Breyd's not wasting time on talking as she goes to straddle and pin Cher down.
When Scher steps back she bumps into a courtier standing behind her. (recall the design of the Green Room being compact)
This does not prevent impact with Breyd. Breyd does knock her down. Breyd does land on top of her. She does not get the headbutt off... Yet.
Scher pushes Breyd off of her with every bit of strength that she can.
Unfortunately, Breyd's fighting tactics would put a cheating Irishman to shame. Rather than fight strength against strength, Breyd uses underhanded, savage, painful methods to keep Cher under her that involve pressure points and leverage (as well as biting, scratching and hair-pulling where necessary). Cher wouldn't be the first person who was unhappy to have Breyd on top of them in a brawl.
A butterfly knife manages to materialise in one of Breyd's hands at an opportune moment and she'll attempt to cut off one of Cher's fingers. She'd like one with a ring on it and she'll try to avoid the forefinger and thumb, but she's not overly picky which finger she gets. "That," she snarls, "Is for embarassing and denying your grandfather and Zariya!"
Breyd's hand misses taking the whole finger off but cuts off the first part of the ring finger, missing the ring. The finger tip and nail tumble to the floor and Scher's hand is bleeding.
Scher is fully awake though in pain and is able to lash out!
Breyd's got a death's head grin on, the dark eyes hard as obsidian as she holds out, anticipating the moment Cher will try to knock her off again or retaliate...And when her body starts to tense to take action, Breyd will murmur the word, "Wyrd," letting it roll off her tongue with the right tonality and accent to activate. [Defensive luck] Then she will ruthlessly press into the opening or advantage that it should give her, the butterfly knife flickering in her hand as she sweeps to take off another finger (trying to avoid from the same hand or index and thumbs, but again, none too fussy).
"That," Breyd says through her teeth, "Is for never knowing when to shut up and being an utter gobshite." This looks like it's starting to turn into a gruesome, macabre rendition of the little piggies routine.
"That is enough, you little bit." he says and flings her into Rory. "There you two can have each other."
Caine pulls up Scher and waves over a couple guards "Take her to the infirmary and staunch up the injury. Give her a shot for lockjaw in case Breyd was back on the street again."
He looks at Breyd in disgust,"If Fiona's daughter bit her, then Scher would need a rabies shot too." Caine then watches as the guards take Scher to the infirmary upstairs.
Breyd twists her body like a cat in mid-air and tries to make something of a dignified landing that doesn't involve Rory. "See if you can cauterise the speech centres of what passes for Cher's brain while you're at it," Breyd snarks after the guards.
"You know, Uncle...you should really teach your progeny not to bite off more than they can chew." Breyd's butterfly knife has disappeared from her hands and she's brushing herself down, resettling her dress. There's a toss of her singed hair and Breyd stalks towards the doors.
Exthian head moves quickly to watch Scherazade leave out one door, Breyd out of another, and the woman attacker on the floor with a tapestry on her. Having enough of his first day in Amber, Exthian leaves out of the same door as Scherazade. What kind of family was this, he wondered.
This text is copyright © the players and GM of Equinox; "Amber" is copyright © Roger Zelazny; "Amber" the diceless RPG is copyright © Phage Press. No copyright infringement is intended.
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