Quinten - 152 - 23 02 2009 - New Friends

Salamandastron: Baths

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The bath areas of Salamandastron span several individual rooms. There is

a large central common area with bowls and tables hewn directly out of the

rock. These 'bowls' are used for washing faces and paws at mealtimes and

in the morning. On opposite sides of the cavern are two wooden doors.

One has the word 'males' carved into it and the other 'females'. Another

section sits almost directly above the forge - a sauna. This area has a

wooden door so that the evaporating moisture does not escape the room.

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A message has been sent to Tam asking him to join Quinten in the males bathroom, so he can "fix" the error with his fur.

And so here the leveret is, still bright freaking blue, wandering a few steps into the baths and looking around.

Quinten is sat on a stool near several bath tubs. One of them appears to be full of hot water from the steam wafting over it. The other seems to be cold. "Ah Tam." he smiles, "Sorry about the blue, but I dug out my notes like I said Iw ould and salt water will wash that right out"

Tameus approaches Quinten, looking groggy, like he woke up recently. He rubs at the side of his face. "So shouldn' I go ou' in th' sea?"

Quinten laughs and pats the leveret's head, "No.. I made a salt water bath in here." he points at the not steaming bathtub. "So hop into it."

Tameus blinks curiously at the bath that's indicated, and shrugs. "Mkay." He yawns while pulling off his shirt, ditching his clothes near the edge and getting in, sitting down so the water laps around his shoulders. He shivers a little. "Why couldn' this'n be warm too?"

Quinten grimaces, "You any idea how hard it is to heat up salt water? Toiughens you up anyway." he hands him a bar of soap and a brush. "Now scrub.. it should start to come off soon."

Tameus grasps the soap and brush, shivering again with a look of displeasure at the temperature of the water. He ducks his head and starts lathering soap on his arms.

Quinten moves around behind the buck and uses another bar of soap on his head and ears, the water soon starting to turn a murky grey colour as the blue washes out.

Tameus ears angle back. He has a focused expression while he works furiously with the soap and brush. "Y' know someone asked a'ready 'bout why 'm blue. I tol' 'um th' sky bled on me."

Quinten snorts... and then shakes his head as he gets his chuckling under control. "Good one Tam, good one. Lets just hope the Colonel stays in a good mood over last night."

Tameus shrugs a little. Most of the blue is out of him now. "Well she went 'long wit' 't an' all. Don' figure she'd be mad 'bout 't now, do y'?"

Quinten chuckles, "Nah... but you never can tell with officers. What I need to watch out for is the bucks we scared witless getting some good humoured revenge on me." He picks up Tam and wraps him up in a towel to stop the shivering. "Dry off.. then we can do black if you want? I have the right dye now."

Tameus grunts, and his fingers clutch at the edge of the blanket as he nestles cozily into it. "I kind'a think I wann' stay m' own color now," he says, kind of apologetically.

Quinten chuckles, "It's ok. Sorry for the mix up Tameus, ya sure you don't want to spend a couple of days looking like Darklett? Could explore those caverns?"

Tameus nods. "I wann' look like m'self. Bu' we c'n both get dyed black someday an' go explorin', yeah? Jus'. Not now. I haft' r'cover from bein' blue."

Quinten chuckles, "Oh ho! When did me getting dyed black enter the bargain?" he quirks an ear, "but ok. Now how about we go warm up and get something to eat?"

Tameus nods firmly, and grins a little. "Yes! Yes /please/! 's bloody /col'/."

Quinten considers for a moment and picks up the Leveret and with a flick of the towel unrolls him into the hot bath. Steaming water woofs up to meet him with a splash. He peers over the edge and grins, "Warm enough?"

Tameus blinks and giggles. His hands come together and up, splashing a little, getting more of the water up over his head. "Hah! Heheheh, yes, yes!"

Quinten laughs and splashes tam back. "Just be glad I didn't slip the pink dye into this bath."

Tameus's eyes suddenly go wide. He stares at Quinten, then down at the water. "... Quint? Y' need a 'obby. Summat other'n makin' me change colors."

Quinten laughs, "yer safe.. today. And wot? I don't have any hobby's.. When yer on the move for 6 seasons you don't have time for them really. I used to love tinkering with this stuff and writing."

Tameus sloshes water with his hands, just enjoying the warmth. "Well y'r a Patroller, don' y' like fightin' an' all? Boxin'! Boxin' y' like! Y' shoul' fin' someone t' box wit' maybe, I wann' watch!"

Quinten shakes his head, moving around the side of the bath tub Tam is in to start tidying away the various items used in the process of turning the leveret back to his normal colours from Bright Blue. "I love to box, do it daily, for a good hour or so. On my own or with someone if they are about. Now use the soap."

Tameus leans, splashing a little as he picks up the soap again. He works it into the fur of his arms, getting a lather in his gray fur.

Ah, but Zeraph has been training with the recruits for a good while this morning - always still preferring the hands-on approach when getting them in line - so now that he has a break to himself the major figures it would be a good time for a bath. That the room already has hares within it is just the usual. The buck moves in through the doorway, ears perking in the direction of the duo before smirking a little as he continues towards the heated water. ".. so this just looks familiar." Once, the officer had to scrub dye off of himself after a night raid.. and Quinten always seems involved in somebody being turned an odd color.

Quinten looks up and blinks as he recognizes Zeraph, he's not seen him since he got back. He then notes the hares rank and salutes. "Major... good to see ya sah."

Tameus tilts his muzzle up, twisting in the bath to see Zeraph, and immediately grins. "Zer'ph!" He makes a little happy crooning sound at the Major, who he hasn't seen in. Rather a while! "Hi!" He's mostly un-bluified by now but his gray fur is slightly tinted still.

"Good day Quinten." Zeraph smirks at the private before going more towards the water. He lowers himself to the side of it, letting his legs hang into the warm liquid. "And Tameus. How are you?" His ears tilt backward slightly as he smiles more kindly.

Quinten removes his tunic and steps into the water, advancing on Tam with a brush and soap, "Mmm you still look blue from some angles Tam." he tackles the leveret and starts to latherhim up with the right sort of soap. "How have you been Sir? I did not know you had made it to Major! Seems everyone has been promoted from the old days bar me!" He flicks his ears, "That'll teach me to be gone so long."

Tameus smiles brightly. His face is more blue still because he hasn't scrubbed it yet, ears stuck up eagerly as he gets some attention from the Major. "'m good, real good! 'cept Quint dyed me /blue/.. gack!" He squirms and giggles, pushing playfully at Quinten, wrestling against the scrubbing. The suds around him are bluish, also.

Hm. "Unfortunate. Then again, Quinten has had problems like this in the past." He watches as the private wrestles the leveret in an attempt to get him cleaner than he was doing himself. The major smirks after a moment, before going to climb in himself. "I've been busy, mostly. Staying at the mountain for the time that a good amount of the Long Patrol was down in Mossflower." He bats some blue suds away from himself as they drift closer, ears splaying to the sides. ".. so why did you let him dye you in the first place?"

Quinten wrestles with Tam, dunking the leveret and scurbbing his muzzle before letting him up. "He wanted to be black, I messed up which pouch was which and he wound up blue." He grins at Zeraph. "Ah I heard about that, the mossflower visit. Mmm i was down in Southsward meself.. "being settled down" by Lieutenant Manuel."

Tameus sweeps his arm to splatter some water up onto Quinten, snickering and shaking his head. He looks at Zeraph, grinning as he answers. "Well 'e tol' me 'bout th' colors'a dye 'e 'as, an' I wan'ed t' try bein' a diff'rent color. Wan'ed t' be /black/ so I c'd look like Darklett, y' know? Bu' th' stuff 'e gave me, 't made me /blue/!" Quinten gets a little whack for his failing!

Huh. That's odd. Zeraph seems amused by their plight before sitting down on one of the ledges at the side of the tub, sinking to his chest and letting his arms rest on the edge, lounging. "Well hopefully you're settled now." The major states. "You were always trouble when you were a recruit. Even with the best intentions. Kind of insubordinate too." He smirks, but then yawns before grinning at Tameus. ".. Anyway, I have to tell you Tam.. that kind of hurts my feelings. Why would you want to be /black/?" The grey buck states. "Only the best bucks are grey, after all."

Quinten snorts at Zeraph's comment but refrains from pointing out that sandy haired bucks are the best. "Oh yes sir, perfectly settled. At least I like to think so." he wrestles with Tam and holds him tucked under one arm, scrubbing the leveret's back. "Waiting for the Colonel to assign me a patrol or new duties."

Tameus stops his rough-housing with Quinten, looking at Zeraph. His expression is suddenly crestfallen with guilt. "Zer'ph! Oh, oh Zer'ph 'm sorry, I didn' mean t' 'urt y'r feelin's!" He hangs onto Quinten's arm while he's scrubbed, ears wilted backward. "I.. I like bein' gray too! More'n any other color, I jus' wan'd t' try somethin'.. somethin'.. /else/.."

Watching the leveret flail and begin to wilt at the same time is humorous for Zeraph, who really isn't bothered by the little buck trying to dye himself. "Ah, that's alright." He states before giving a false little snuffle as he glances towards the ceiling, both ears sinking. "Just.. guess I have no.. fans.. It's all about.. Darklett all the time." This is hard to say with a straight face.

Quinten snorts and dunks Tam before letting the well scrubbed hare go and moving to sit down on a ledge. "Hey, I've always liked you Zeraph!" he eyes Tam, "Could dye him pink for you if you wanted?" he suggests with a wicked smile, he might be happily settled but it seems when left with nothing to do Quint's old ways start to rear their head.

Tameus comes back up spluttering a little, shaking his head, suds still clinging to him. He moves through the warm water to Zeraph, stepping up onto the ledge where the Major is seated, and winds his arms around the big buck's neck, hugging on him. "'m y'r fan! Y'r /bigges'/ fan, Zer'ph, no'n likes y

Tameus comes back up spluttering a little, shaking his head, suds still clinging to him. He moves through the warm water to Zeraph, stepping up onto the ledge where the Major is seated, and winds his arms around the big buck's neck, hugging on him. "'m y'r fan! Y'r /bigges'/ fan, Zer'ph, no'n likes y' more'n me!" He sounds so upset.

A grin stretches across the buck's muzzle and he goes to stroke the leveret's ears with a sideways sort of embrace while glancing up to Tameus. Since he is standing on the ledge he is taller than the major at this point. "Ah, hey. That's alright, don't be upset. I'm just playing." Zeraph grins further, then looks towards the private. "Anyway, I think that he's learned his lesson about dyeing his fur.. we needn't bring out the pink."

Quinten smiles and salutes, "Yes sir, I think his Grandmother would kill me personally if I turned him pink anyway." he sinks back on the ledge in the warm water and lets his feet rise up to float. "Mmmm i missed baths you know.. whilst travelling. Never any hot water... just cold streams and the stink of dust and mud and hare."

Tameus bumps his muzzle into the side of Zeraph's head with a little questioning sound. "'re y' sure? I didn' mean 't. I r'lly /like/ y' Zer'ph!" He glances at Quinten, then back at the Major, squeezing the hug a little and then sinking so sit on the ledge as well, next to Zeraph, knees turning it together and toes curling. He looks sheepish.

What do you want to whisper?

"Oh, I'm sure." Zeraph states, while closing his eyes and nodding. For a moment he is just still before opening one eye to peer sideways at the leveret beside him. Now a smirk is offered again and then he goes to collect some soap. "Ah, well, you get used to the cold streams and such. It's not so bad after a while, especially in summer." He chuckles, going to begin lathering up his fur into a ruffled, spiked position. "I don't have much time to really enjoy the baths anyway, on normal days. Just a quick soap up."

Quinten opens one eye and lifts an air to Zeraph. "Oh aye.. .got used to it. But a hot bath is always welcome. I think the strangest bath I ever had was when some GOUSIM tricked me into a pool that had a water spout in the middle of it erupt from time to time. That was an exilerating bath."

Tameus tilts his head and listens with his ears lifted up attentively. All he has to add to this topic of conversation is, "I miss 'avin' da' gimme a bath.."

A glance is sent around to Tameus and then a more sympathetic expression is offered to the leveret. Zeraph rubs the soap between his hands, gathering suds between his palms while nodding his head. "Well, you're growing up. Learning new things, doing stuff on your own." A look is sent to Quinten as if kind of speaking to him as well. "We've all been through it."

Quinten nods his head to the Major, "Aye.. we all grow up.. learn new things, experience new adventures. We all grow up, even me."

Tameus smiles a little and nods, ears dropped wetly to either side of his face. "Yeah. Yeah I 'm. An' s' okay, too, 'cause 'e's comin' 'ere soon, see. Any day now, prob'ly." The idea of Harper's visit makes him smiling and happy, without fail.

While the two are speaking, the major busies himself with getting the grime off - just to mostly freshen up after his hectic morning. The buck offers nothing else to the conversation for the moment, rinsing off his hands before ducking under more to let the lather glide off of him over the surface of the water. When he returns to the air he scrubs his palms across his eyes before huffing moisture away from his nose. "Well, then you'll be able to show him the beach. Take a swim." He shakes his head and water flies off of his hair, which ends up tousled wetly.

Quinten uses a wooden paddle to scrape the last of the soap suds off of arms and stretches out, before slipping out of the bath and finding a towel to wrap himself up in. "It'll be good to see Harper again... I cannot remember the last time I saw him."

Tameus's hands splash absently at the bath water. He slaps down on some of the suds from Zeraph rinsing off, snickering a little with amusement as they get away from him, skittering over the surface. "Yeah. Yeah I can' wait f' 'im t' get 'ere. An

Tameus's hands splash absently at the bath water. He slaps down on some of the suds from Zeraph rinsing off, snickering a little with amusement as they get away from him, skittering over the surface. "Yeah. Yeah I can' wait f' 'im t' get 'ere. An' 'e'll get t' meet Mike an' see e'erythin' 've learned s' far!"

The major nods. "Yep. And I'll bet he'll be proud of you." Now Zeraph moves to climb out of the bath, gathering his own towel to wrap it around him, just to cover him on the way into the main room once more. "But.. as I said.. only time for a soap up." He grins a farewell to the two. "So I'll see you later on."

Quinten raises a hand, "Aye I should go do something constructive myself. See you around later Major, Tam i'll see you in the library later for another reading lesson."

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Salamandastron: Training Room

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This is the training room for the hares of the long patrol. The walls

seem to have taken a severe beating, more than likely not from stray

arrows missing the archery targets. There are several of said archery

targets lining the west wall, each with small oak stands a good distance

off to hold arrows, hang a bracer, and rest a bow on. The targets are of

simple design: a large, tightly wrapped bale of hay with a coarse paper

target on the front. A wooden mannequin, in no better shape than the

walls, is in the northeastern corner of the room. Besides that, several

wooden practice swords sit in a small pile. On the eastern side of the

room is a small, makeshift wrestling arena consisting of two mattresses

tied together. Then on the southern side of the room is a fitness area,

assembled from several pull-up bars, and a nice padded area to do push up.

Narrow, cylindrical weights (both wooden and metal) are pushed up against

the wall, along with a few straight metal bars for them to be mounted on.

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Quinten having successfully turned Tameus back into a grey leveret and had a catch up chat with Major Zeraph, Quinten has retired to the training room. Stripped to the waist he has his practice-sabre in one paw and is moving in a whirlwind around a practice dummy. Eyes focussed on the figure as he moves, ducks, twists and turns lightly on his feet around it, practicing the forms.

It's a recruit's lot in life to spend most of his or her time training, and that is exactly what Charlie is doing. Sort of. She and another doe are sparring half-heartedly while they chat. You know, about doe things.

Logan grunts as he pushes a weight back to the idle position and rolls of the bench with a small grunt; he also is stripped to the waist and he moves to a cabinet and takes out some tape to wrap around his knuckles, obviously going to practice on a dummy. He brushes some sweat out of his black eyes and moves over to the line of practice dummies

Logan will be back in uno momento oO

Quinten steps back and stops, sheathing his practice sword through the side of his belt and panting softly as he rests. He settles back on his heels, watching the does practice with a tilt of the head and a small smile. Appreciating their moving forms before he raises a hand and waves. "Good day to you ladies."

Both of the does halt in their practice at Quinten's greeting. The other doe, however, blushes a deep dark red and whispers in Charlie's ear. And they share a look, and the doe scoots off with a hurriedly murmured excuse! Charlie just. Shakes her head. And smiles to Quint. "And a good day to /you/. You know, you've become very popular since the tattoo showing."

Quinten's ears stand up tall and turn crimson on the inside. "Oh.. erm.. really? I mean.. it wasn't really anything much.. honest. Hope.. hope you where not caught up in my little.. erm show last night up on the crater Recruit.. Charlie."

The big boxing hare suddenly circles to the left of the dummy, actually what he is doing is covering his right side from view due to a large tattoo....Rather a shy fellow is some ways he is; hates attention. Left jab, right hook, left uppercut...He is trying to keep his mind on his work, here... >.>

Charlotte laughs, shaking her head. "No, I wasn't. I heard about it, though." She smiles appreciatively. reaching over to a bench for a cloth, which she drapes around her shoulders.

Quinten ahems and standing up he replaces his practice blade and takes his towel, drying the sweat from his brow and ears before hanging the towel around his shoulders. "Colonel has assigned me to the Infirmary temporarily, to keep me out of more mischief I suspect." he grins and winks at Charlie. "May even work."

Logan chuckles dryly at this and goes out of the fighter crouch and to his full height. He smiles cheekily at the LP fighter. "Och, when ye be doone flirtin' with the pretty lassies, would ye be of mind tae show me thoose wild booxing skills o' yers, eh?" He rumbles pleasantly, loving nothing more than a good boxing match and not having got one for a while.

"I somehow doubt that," Charlie says with a flash of a smile. Her eyes shift to Logan, then, and she nods to the familiar buck. "Hello," she greets.

Quinten grins at Charlie and bounces casually over to stand next to her, his scut flicking idly. "Mmm a boxin match yer say? I could be persuaded to go for one of them."

"I could be persuaded to be the admiring crowd," Charlie offers helpfully! She's just a giver.

The huge buck rolls his shoulders to loosen them and gives a white smile that splits his chocolate colored fur blindingly. "Loovely!" He says then gives a quick glance around the room, "Hmm, glooves?" He askes then shoots another smile at Charlie and her comment, "Please be, lass."

Quinten grins, "If'n we be goin ta box We should head on down to the boxing ring old bean. And yes gloves, Should not go bare-paws for a practice spar." he smiles at Charlie. "I'd love to have you in the audience miss Charlie."

Salamandastron: Caverns - Boxing Chamber

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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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Quinten ambles on down to the Boxing Chamber with Charlotte and Logan, the buck padding along slowly as he goes. "So how is this working? First unconcious? First to yield?"

Logan smiles cheerfully. "Ye can deside." He says. "Dooesn't matter tae me." He gives a playful wink. "Joost try not tae scar me loovely face oop too much, aye? Ah'll try tae do th' same tae ye."

Logan room-pages, "so does Logan accent sound scotch or just...stupid? XD".

Charlotte will watch, of course, from the sidelines! She leeeans against the ropes, shaking her head at the pair. "So long as you're not both unconscious. I don't think I could drag either of you."

Darklett has arrived.

Quinten smiles at Charlotte and bows to her with a flourish, "But knowing you are on the sidelines watching with care is enough to stir my heart fair Charlie." he pulls ona pair of gloves and jumps into the ring. "Well then... we will do until one of us yields or cannot carry on any further wot? Seems fair to me." he starts to size up his large opponent, the smaller, slimmer hare already starting to work out what to do and how to best this brawny beastie.

Charlotte can't help it - she laughs at Quinten's antics. She shakes her head at him and then just makes a shooing gesture. She's just watching. She looks between the two bucks, sizing them up. This should be interesting.

".. don't tell me you've got bucks competing for your attention," Sidney says as he enters, brows lifting thumbs hooked in his belt. He aims for the doe, glancing over the two opponents in the ring and nudging his elbow into her hip. "I mean. /Literal/ competing. And neither one is a certain officer either..."

Logan pulls on a pair of gloves too, giving another small wink at Charlie. "Doon't worry, Miss, Ah won't bust 'is lip too bad...Hill still be able tae kiss." He teases playfully before going in between the ropes into the ring, doing a small dance to loosen up.

Quinten smiles, "We be just sparing friend. The fair maiden has just agreed to watch is all." He watches Logan, starting to move slowly, small almost dancing steps as he keeps his form moving, preparing for what is to come.

Charlotte just gives Sidney a look and a smile. And brings her foot up behind her back, kicking him in the butt. Her arms cross over her chest as she watches. "They're just-" Nod. What Quinten said.

The bigger of the two bucks smiles a little, keeping it small though. "Ye gonna use yer feet at all, laddy?" He questions, turning slowly in circles to watch his opponent

"Good. 'cause if either of them were really /after/ you I'd have a thing or two to say about it," Sidney says playfully, grinning at the other bucks while his arm snakes out around Charlie's waist. He tugs her over into him and watches also.

Quinten raises a brow at Sidney, "Seems ya have a firm admirer there miss Charlie." he looks back to Logan and the business at hand, "Well we do be hares. Paws and feet are both valid. I'll try not to kick you too hard though old chap."

The northerner gives a grim smile then a lighting left hook shoots out for the jaw; Logan then gives a sort of hopskip and straight from the waist throws a jab for Quinten's gut.

Quinten was watching and ducks his head and leaps to the left as Logan swings out at him, turning his body and lashing out trying to get the hare in the short-ribs as he moves past and away from him.

Logan grunts as the blow lands but quickly regains himself and his left legs shoots straight out followed by a circular kick with the right leg. Hmm, for being so much smaller Quiten sure could hit hard, he was good.....

Quinten spent many a long season training, he manages to avoid the left leg, but that right kick catches him as he rebalances himself. Sending himself backwards, rolling and springing back up, watching Logan warily. "You are certainly fast Logan..."

The other boxer gives a small smile and a quiet chuckle. "Thankee, ye ain't bad yerself." He gives a small shuffle, watching Quinten. If this wasn't a spar he wouldn't stop attacking, but of course it was.

"My money's on Quinten," Sidney says aside to Charlie.

Quinten hops from paw to paw, watching the larger buck, his advantage is in his small size mainly. He ducks his head and leaps left, feinting with a sharp jab towards the larger bucks side. Following it up with a hefty punch towards the gut if the hare falls for the feint and moves to block it.

Charlotte glances sideways at Sidney, her smile enigmatic. No vote from her! She's a diplomat.

Logan doesn't, rather he actually moved back instead of blocking but as he stepped back he also turned slightly so the second blow caught him in the back of the ribs, in a rather painful place and he grunts again but uses the for to swivel around and throw a low haymaker followed by a short uppercut.

Quinten emits a soft groan, managing to block the haymaker but the uppercut catches him on the chin. He feels his teeth clack together and his vision blurs for a moment. But he uses the momentum from the hit to roll backwards and kick out at Logan's knees with a pair of powerful hare feet whilst rolling to the side.

The big hare tries to gracefully fall, but fall he does and he hits rather hard on the mat, but he to rolls and quickly regains his feet. "Nice." He grunts to his opponent, covering his face with help up fists, then darts in a keeping his head covered with a shoulder shoots out two low punches.

Ooooh, ahhhh. Charlie's face is rather expressive. She winces with each blow landed. "And this is supposed to be fun," she muses.

Quinten laughs, throwing his head back and rolling out of the way of those punches, leaping back up and dirving his fist down, aiming for the small of Logan's back and his ribs, attempting to get off a small flurry.

Rrrr...Logan is beginning to lose his temper, not that he is getting mad at Quinten, but he is just losing his cool and he snaps upright as Quiten's blows land and, exposing his chest he throws a massive blow straight for the center of his opponent with a small growl and follows it up with another kick; this one was high.

Quinten emits a startled meep as Logan lunges with such ferocisnous, he sways back barely deflecting that fist from his chest with one hastily raised arm. The kick however gets hiim squarely in the stomach. His eyes bug out of his head and he wheezes as he folds up, with just enough presence of minid to drop forwards, bringing a gloved paw down on Logan's exposed chest for a final blow before he collapses wheezing and out of breath.

Logan is knocked back by the blow and for a second he just stands there, shaking his head slightly and blinking his eyes to get a hold back on himself. His black eyes clear he does and he kneels beside Quiten and gently lays a paw on his shoulder, looking worried. "Ye ok, laddy?" He asks quietly.

Quinten coughs and wheezes, slowly standing up to a kneel, shoulders bowed and front-paws resting on the ground as he tries to suck breath back into his lugs and clear his throat. "Tha.. wasn't... mucha... sparring blow Logan... will be fine.. ad worse..."

And Charlie is ducking under the ring and over to Quinten's side. She rests a paw on his shoulder, wincing sympathetically. "Are you-" Stupid question. "Can I get you anything?"

The big hare smiles a little at seeing his friend ok. "Ah, I'm sure ye 'ave...Mah ribs'l be 'urting fer a week..." He stands with a small wince and holds down his gloved paws to assist the other hare to his feet. "Woot say ye tae a drink, aye?"

Quinten smiles, accepting Logan's paw to get back up and leaning against Charlie as she comes up, "Aye'll be ok Charlie wot! Tis jist a short kick to the old stomach. Nothing that cannot be fixed by some elderberry wine and some food to reinflate it." He smiles up at Logan, "I'm glad you're on our side Logan. You are quite the boxer."

Logan gives a gracious bow, over dramatically of course. "Thankee, sah. Yer noot too bad yerself!" He shakes his head a little in an unspoken amusement and holds out both paw playfully. "Noo, do ye want meh tae carry yer wee body tae the RR, eh?" He says to Quiten with a smile

Charlotte looks relieved. Her arm comes around the back of his waist, supportively. "Sidney or Logan can help you upstairs to the rec room and I can bring something from the kitchen," she suggests.

Quinten smiles at Charlotte and tilts his ears, "Ah there be no need Charlie, just the sight of your delightful face is enough to restore this young hares constitution! I can make the walk under my own steam." he turns, albeit a bit slowly and kisses the back of her paw. "I shall see you in the Rec Room my friend." he steps back and slowly leaves to make the slow climb upstairs.

Following the kiss to her paw, Charlie watches Quinten leave and then glances to Sidney with a laugh. "... Not a /word/, Sid." And she goes over, linking her arms with her friend and guiding him towards the exit, to follow upstairs.

Sidney lifts his brows a little at the hand-kissing antics from Quinten, and watches him go out. His arm is still hooked around Charlie. "Huh." He looks amused. "... right. Not a word."

- End Log