Beaten by a doe, tsk! - Tyree, Dagda, & Zoe Lang.

Salamandastron: Caverns - Boxing Chamber(#94099R)

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This room obviously has a rather singular purpose, and that purpose is not

hard to discern, if one was only to look around. There is only about ten

or fifteen feets worth of space in which to walk, around the perimeter, and

the reason for this is that the rest of the space in the room is taken up

by a slightly elevated fighting ring. The platform is about two feet above

the floor, and upon each corner of the square platform there is a wooden

post. Encircling the ring in are lengths of rope extending from each post.

The floor of the platform is somewhat giving, as it is in someway padded.

So far as the perimeter of the room, chin-up bars attached to the walls

are staggered with benches, from which creatures can watch the fights.

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                 Visible Exits:

[C]averns

Boxing is a sport that Tyree very much enjoys. He was never much of a ranged fighter, preferring weapons like the saber, the sword, the spear... and the fist! He falls back into the rope around the ring, barely dodging a swift kick from his opponent while other privates watch on with delight, cheering on one or the other. Tyree jumps back in, bobbing and weaving like he was taught. Up close is where it's at! The only place he can get rid of the stress constantly on his chest, and feel like he's putting his training to good use. Of course, there are also patrols. But the thrill here is so much more immediate, more gratifying. He's already got a bloody nose and sports a few bruises, having been up in the ring for several rounds already. Punch, jab, swing go his paws.

In through the entrance strolls Dagda, paws clasped idly behind his back. The hare gives a casual glance to the fight taking place in the ring, one ear flopping lazily down over his face. The healer takes a calm step up onto one of the benches, surveying the event.

"Flippin' bounder!" Tyree grunts as he gets nailed in the ribs, lashing out with an effective one-two that sends his opponent, a tough bodied female, staggering back a couple paces. Tyree goes on the attack once more, aiming to get this one done over with quick. She has reach, being lankier, but he has power and flexibility.

It's not very often that Zoe ventures down to the boxing chamber anymore. All those /steps/, you know? What a hassle. The elder officer appears in the doorway with a surveying glance around the room with her single eye. Her muzzle quirks when she sees a fight in progress, limping into the room. She stays on the edge of the crowd watching, heading over to one of the benches as well. The one Dagda's on, actually! She sinks onto the edge of it with a sigh, offering the private a brief nod. "Eve'," she greets.

Dagda glances down at the older hare, and silently steps down from his perch. He gives the Colonel a stiff salute, then eases himself down next to her. "Colonel. Shootin' the breeze, eh wot?"

"Takin' in a bit of boxin'," is Zoe's reply as her eyes narrow on the boxing match in session. "Looks like a good match, eh?"

A good match, maybe. But rather uncomfortable for Tyree who senses his opponent isn't going down easier than he thought. After a brutal knee to the stomach he hops back and lashes out with a kick of his own. The larger female takes it with a grunt to the thigh and staggers, allowing Tyree to dart in, and... one! Two! Uppercut! His opponent stumbles, staggers... catches herself on the ropes! Tyree snorts with frustration as other hares cheer for nobody in particular.

"Indeed 'tis, ma'am." Dagda gestures vaguely at the ring and the combatants. "They seem ta be rahtha evenly matched."

Zoe_Lang's muzzle twists in a grimace as the doe stumbles and staggers... and jerks a little in her seat when she catches herself. Her fist tightens and moves in a little encouraging jab, like. Yes! Keep going. Which is the extent to which she displays who /she/ is rooting for. "Mm, aye. They do," she agrees. "Looks like the buck might have the uppah hand, though."

"Reach against powah." Dagda's eyes flit about the two, watching footwork, jabs and hooks. "If the buck c'n get inside, an' /stay/ there, he c'n pull a win ovah. Othawise..." The hare's voice fades as the match continues.

And then things start getting intense. Tyree circles and then hops in close, two jabs to the doe's pretty snout. Undeterred, she ducks his next blow and lashes out at his exposed chest, making him curl up defensively, but then he bulls forward, snatching his opponent around the shoulder and giving her what-for. With one parting punch to the gut, he watches her crumple into a corner. But it's a feint! As she stands back up, she fakes a kick and pushes him back, where he doesn't want to be. Then comes the real attack, and Ty's back on the defense, dodging and blocking every blow he can, until one sneaks in... right on the belt line. He gasps and crumples like paper into a corner.

Zoe_Lang's muzzle twists into a small grin as the doe fakes him out. "Good girl," she mutters, mostly to herself. Her fingers taptaptap on her knee, a little antsy from the look of it. "Looks like I'll be revizin' my opinion." She whistles appreciatively when he crumples back into the corner.

Dagda's lips twitch as the buck is soundly routed. "Hmm." The buck's eyes momentarily stray down to watch the Colonel's fingers, but he says nothing.

But Tyree is just as tough as the other fighter. Before he's counted out, he hauls himself to his feet again. The doe's look of triumph vanishes. Tyree may have been easily faked, but that doesn't make him beat. "Good moves," he compliments the female. "You too," she replies with a curt nod. Tyree wipes blood from his lip. "Hmm. Let's get this over with." The last few seconds of the fight aren't very pretty, with flashes of flying fur and footpaws. Tyree closes the distance faster than the doe expects... but, for once, she's faster. And that hit makes the difference, square into Tyree's face. The buck stumbles back two steps, and then drops onto his bottom, dazed. The fight is over, ladies and gentlehares!

Yes! Zoe is just a-twitch in her seat on the bench, moving just that little bit with each feint and punch. And at the last, when the doe lands that punch and the buck goes down, she rises clear off the bench with a cheer for the victor. She grins, glancing to the side and back to Dagda as it grows. Such a dignified old colonel she is, eh? Enjoying her sport of choice. "A good match," she reiterates with a chuckle.

"Indeed." Dagda dusts off the satchel beside him, leaning forward on his feet, prepared to stand and head to the ring when the crowd has cleared. Handy healer action.

Tyree rolls out of the ring while the doe enjoys the cheers of her fellows. He holds his nose, which is starting to bleed profusely (again) and notices the colonel. Everyone knows 'the colonel.' "Colonel, ma'am," he says with a snappy salute, still clutching his nose with the other paw. "Hope we put on a good show for ya." Dagda gets the same treatment. He's not taking chances if he's not absolutely sure of their rank!

Zoe_Lang tries to rein in her enthusiasm as Tyree approaches, with a fond nod and a grin. She reaches out to pat his shoulder, giving it a little shake. "Good match, lad. I thought ya had 'er for a bit, there." But, you know. Those doe boxers, they're somethin' else!

Dagda gives the fighter a nod, slipping his satchel open. "Bandage f' y' nose, lad?" The buck proffers a roll of said stuff, eyes examining the snooter in question.

"If you please," Tyree says to the healer. Maybe it's just the way the doe gave him good knock on the head. Or maybe it's just that Tyree wants to be polite and not leave out anyone who enjoys boxing. But after he receives his congratulations modestly, he tilts his head back to the Colonel. "Feel like goin' a round yourself, ma'am?" he asks simply. He doesn't look to be in a shape to be fighting, but he's never backed down from such things.

Uh... huh. Zoe quirks a brow at Tyree's offer, then looks past him to the boxing ring. Ahhh, how she loves that ring. A lot of her blood and sweat's gone into that ring. Buuuuut she shakes her head, looking back to the young buck. "I think you'd best sit out a few rounds, lad. You look about done in, eh?"

"Iff'n you want, ma'am, I c'n spell the lad for a few rounds. Like as not, we'd prob'ly have to run tag-team against y' anyways, eh?" Dagda gives Tyree a wink during the first statement, and the Colonel an honest-looking smile during the second.

Tyree doesn't look deflated or the like, just gives her a nod. "Well, ring's always open, an' I'm always up for a good scuff, ma'am. Won't hold back for rank, though, I gotta warn ya," he offers, his voice rather nasal at this point while he hands his 'snooter' to the good healer.

Zoe_Lang chuckles at Dagda, shaking her head. "No thanks, lad. Mayhaps next time, though." There's already another pair jumping into the ring, anyway, and so with a nod to the two bucks she heads over to the ring to lean into the ropes to watch from the "front row".

Dagda chuckles lightly, unrolls a bit, and pops a knife from his thigh to cut it off. "Just hold it to your nose, chap."

Tyree nods and pops the bandage onto his snout. Immediately the blood begins to slow down and stain the gauze. "Thank ya' kindly," he says. "Whoo... 'aven't had a good round like that in some time. You box much, sah?"

Tyree nods and pops the bandage onto his snout. Immediately the blood begins to slow down and stain the gauze. "Thank ya' kindly," he says. "Whoo... 'aven't had a good round like that in some time. You box much, sah?"

Dagda cants his head from one side to the other. "Eh. When the mood strikes me. You know how 'tis, 'm sure." The buck drops the roll back in his satchel, rebuckling it easily. "Time is a bandit, wot?"

"Mayhap I'll see ya in the ring, some time. Best place ta' get ta' know a hare, I find," Tyree says with a polite nod as he moves away from the ring.