[1v1] Rippling Muscles and Flowing Hair (Tro vs Kettil)

[Huni Pi]

The gym was one of the few places on the school grounds the monster horse genuinely felt at home in. Fighting, sparring, brawling, or just plain practicing, it was all good for the tikbalang. And he was always more than happy to be someone's training dummy or spotter. Yes, he didn't think himself an expert in combat, his numerous failed encounters with Hunters had attested to that. For a moment, the horse boil tensed in anger, but he quickly pushed it aside. It wouldn't be fair of him to take out his frustrations on his fellow students.

Not unless they did something to merit a smack upside the head. But Petro found this wasn't the case nor the issue and calmly went back to warming up.

Pales

Let's rumble!

 

[Pales]

Kettil wandered into the gym for his regular work out and looking for people to spar with. He paused when he saw Petro and rubbed his chin a little before he came trotting up. The Muut just sort of watched the other boil for a few moments before he raised his hand as if wanting to be addressed.

Except that would mean he waited before being addressed and Kettil didn't bother to wait as he spoke, "Wanna spar? It's always nice findin' a partner right away, y'know?"

Huni Pi

 

[Huni Pi]

The tikbalang heard the approaching footsteps before the greeting and was already in the process of turning to face the newly arrived student. The question was straight to the point, which he appreciated immensely and the monster horse beamed as he nodded, "Y' got that right."

He dusted his hands on his bare thighs as he asked, "Y' got any house rules?" Oh Tro knew in a real fight there was no such thing as fair, but this was a spar, and there were limits to those things. Otherwise you don't get the opportunity to learn from them.

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[Pales]

Kettil returned the smile with one of his own as he reached out a hand, "Name's Kettil by the way."

It was always good to know the name of your sparring partner at times, right?

The boil shook his head when asked about house rules, "Pretty much everything is fair game. Just no fussin' around below the belt cause that ain't fair to either of us," he laughed and then followed that up with an easy going shrug before he shifted a little bit in his stance.

Just in case.

"Whenever you're ready!"

Huni Pi

 

[Huni Pi]

The proffered hand was taken and shaken firmly, "'M Petro," he introduced back. And while the tikbalang also believed that people could become like family whenever they fought together, having an actual name to the face was always a good thing.

Hands on his hips, he listened to the proposed rule and decided he liked Kettil. There was just something about the easy way the other boil spoke that made it impossible for the horse monster to dislike him.

"Y' requested it, y' get honor'v first strike." Petro grinned as he smoothly got into a fighting stance.

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You go first

 

[Pales]

Kettil nodded a little, "Pleased to meet ya," his tone was sincere as it usually was when he met someone he sort of knew of - at least he recalled seeing Petro here and there during various events. It was hard to forget someone with interesting facial markings and spike-formed hair.

After a few seconds he suddenly reached out and punched at one of Petro's arms only to have it pretty much graze the other boil rather than full on hit him.

He uttered a small embarrassed curse under his breath.

HP: 50
DMG: 1

Huni Pi

 

[Huni Pi]

Petro had half-expected the other boil to summon a weapon and was pleasantly surprised it was going to be unarmed combat. He'd raised his arm to block and felt the fist graze him lightly. The tikbalang pushed Kettil's fist away, forcing the other boil's guard open to allow Petro to drive his own fist into the reaper's gut. The part that's decidedly above the belt, because that was in the rules and he promised.

HP: 49/50
Damage: 6

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[Pales]

Kettil uttered a deep grunt at the impact of a fist hitting his gut. He made no complaint other than that other than to utter, "Good hit. Good hit indeed," he pushed away from Petro only to come running back into the other boil in an attempt to knock him off his feet.

The Muut seemed intent on now wrestling out the spar rather than just fisticuffing it.

HP: 44
DMG:: 5

Huni Pi

 

[Huni Pi]

Ah, the old ground-and-pound, was it? Petro approved of this tactic. He approved verily because he often liked to employ this strategy himself. So when the tackle connected with an audible grunt, the monster horse wrapped his arms around Kettil's waist and attempted to use the momentum to lift the other boil off the ground and over his shoulders. Knee strikes and elbow strikes might have grazed the other boil in the process.

HP: 44/50
Damage: 3

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[Pales]

It was easy to just latch onto Kettil and to kick and hit him - the boil didn't say anything against it. This was a good exerting spar between them and it was evenly matched it seemed, "Just let me know when you get too tired," he huffed out teasingly and then moved to grab Petro by the sides of the cloth about the other boil's waist and moved to try and flip him, after a light punch to the side that is.

HP: 41
DMG: 3

Huni Pi

 

[Huni Pi]

Petro's laugh came out in a sharp burst of air, and he grit his teeth against the blow. "Ain't really an option," he breathed. With Kettil's positioned the way he was, Tro knew he needed to shift his own center of gravity. The muscles of his arms tensed around the reaper, tightening into a breath-constricting squeeze as he braced himself to suddenly leap upwards with Kettil still in his grip. It was a sloppy attempt at a pile driver, but hey, he's not out to maim the other boil.

HP: 41/50
Damage: 6

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[Pales]

"That's what I like to hear!" He laughed after a short grunt as they both landed on the floor. He then proceeded to roll with Petro to attempt and pin the other boil beneath him. For not planning to start a wrestling match it was certainly slowly turning into one.

Muscles tightened and strained with the effort as Kettil tried to pull at least one of Petro's arms from around him so he could have some control over the other boil and also not get squeezed into dissipation.

HP: 35
DMG: 5

Huni Pi

 

[Huni Pi]

The two boils rolled and twisted and strained against each other, grunting from the effort in trying to get the upper hand in this spar. The wide grin on Petro's face was making it very clear he was enjoying himself, it had been a while since he'd had any sort of wrestling and grappling spar. Most students opted for strikes and keeping their distance and sometimes even resorting to their natural forms.

Nothing quite like a hand-to-hand, or in this case chest-to-chest, arms and legs hooking and squeezing against hard planes and firm muscles. All they needed really was some oil or mud to complete the spectacle. But Petro, not wanting to be outdone so easily, or to remain beneath Kettil for too long, did allow one arm to release. If only so he could lock behind the other boil's knee hopefully trying to compromise the reaper's balance while the monster horse tried one more time to reverse the situation and preferably end with Kettil in a leg-lock.

HP: 36/50
Damage: 9

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[Pales]

Petro got him half way there as Kettil's balance faltered and he landed harshly to the side but not without yanking Petro's arm along with him for the ride at a near unnatural angle - it likely was painful but hopefully wasn't breaking anything. Kettil hissed out a low apology to the other boil - he wasn't seeking to kill the other boil but just rough house a little, which is what this turned into.

Kettil tried to not let Petro lock his legs down but didn't succeed. "Damn it..."

HP: 26
DMG: 7

Huni Pi

 

[Huni Pi]

"Y' got nothin' to apologize for," Petro managed to say in between grunts. And it was true, no pain, no gain. On top of that, spars always felt more like a learning experience if at the end they were bruised and aching and sore. At least, they did to the monster horse.

So even if the arm Kettil landed on would definitely be hurting after this was over, Petro didn't begrudge the other boil for it. "Just try to get outta this," he laughed, locking the reaper's leg. He wasn't applying too much pressure on the joints, like Kettil Petro wasn't out to break anything, just trying to keep the limb in place.

HP: 29/50
Damage: 12

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