Why brawlers don't wear Habits.

Vorth, Cage.

A full head taller than an ordinary rat and heavily muscled though Vorth is its clear the seasons are starting to take their tole. His tail is long and bald, capable of lifting a light beast off their paws or strangling a heavy one should the opportunity arise. Many scars are visible beneath his black fur which here and there now patches with the silver grey fur of age, the most noticeable of scars crosses over his face giving the appearance that claws have many a time dug into his features leaving his fur patchy and broken up by deep grooves. His right eye is entirely hidden by a patch of jet black material, worn so tightly round his head it seems to cut in a bit but as such has no chance of coming off, the scars surrounding it suggesting why the patch might be needed in the first place. His ears though with no piercings are now tattered and ripped in places with a few pieces even missing. His nose is pink and pointed with short straight whiskers and two sharp fangs protrude from his mouth even when closed

He wears an old and now tattered waistcoat of golden silk and a long deep blue coat with matching trousers, the coat starting to fray a little at its ends and with several weapon created holes here and there in it. The left sleeve of the coat has been folded up and pinned in place, the rat appearing to no longer have an arm to fill it, indeed from the shoulder down, his arm is missing, cut down to barely a stump.

One belt crosses his chest above the coat and over his right shoulder holding five daggers and a sword onto his back while two scimitars are held in a belt around his waist. A travelling bag his left shoulder stump, the hilt of a fourth sword, a bow and some arrows clearly seen poking out the top though they don't appear to be the only thing in the bag.

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Cage is of average height and although he perhaps reaching middle age, he still has the physique of someone in the peak of their prime and has retained a powerful build over the years which actually makes it very hard to tell his true age, which would be as young as 13 seasons or as old as 22. He has long, neatly trimmed sideburns that end at the corners of his mouth and slightly longish black headfur that is in bad need of a trim. He has thick chocolate-brown fur that is a soft creamy white across his torso and base of his neck, a strongly set jaw, large warm sky-blue eyes, and a kind, handsome face although something about the way he carries himself suggests that he is a very capable beast. He wears a dull reddish-brown tunic and matching breeches held up by a broad belt that also holds two large dirks.

                                          .:Ruingate, The Skull and Candle:.

Okay, something is odd here. Well, for one, Cage in a green habit is almost funny. It is entirely too tight across his broad shoulders and far too loose around his narrow waist. He drew the line when it came to wearing sandals though and firmly insisted that his boots remain. They now clump slightly as he steps into what /really/ makes this picture odd; a mouse from a Priory going into the inn.

Early in the afternoon though it may be the tavern still has a few inhabitants, mostly the retired and the unemployed. Both of which apply to Vorth who sits at the bar with another of the older inhabitants. The door gets a glance when it opens and a couple of conversations actually stop at the sight of the habit baring mouse. He's getting watched, some more subtly than others. Vorth is not bothering with subtle, looking displeased as he watches the mouse.

Blue eyes scan the room intently but silently, lingering a long second on Vorth before they pass. Cage was thirsty, and there wasn't anything hard at the Priory so he had went AWOL and meandered over to the Inn. Not fully trusting that the habit would do the protection trick, he was also still wearing his two dirks under the habit and he moved faintly to make sure they weren't showing as he stepped towards the bar and ordered.

Vorth narrows his eye slightly, clear he doesn't approve of the mouse but he still looks back to his drink after a moment, swig a bit more from it. He keeps an eye on Cage though. Darn abbey beasts invading.

Cage nods to the bartender and hands him a coin as he picks up his drink, raising it to his mouth, looking over to Vorth once again. That was one tough looking cookie he decided, but that didn't stop him from hiding the obvious distaste in his gaze.

Vorth snorts and finishes off his drink, putting the tankard on the other side of the bar for somebeast to pick up "Go home and hide mouse, you're going to get yourself killed in here"

A lazy look in Vorth's direction as Cage takes another swill of his drink. "I'm touched, Bub. 'Sounded like you really cared there for a second." Cage murmurs dryly, raising his drink again to hide the faint smile. The male mouse wasn't stupid, but...He was just a bit too fond of conflicts than is usually healthy.

Vorth raises his lone paw to get another drink coming before he looks down his muzzle at Cade "You don't belong here; clearly you're in need of a warning to remind you of this"

"The huge tripod rat when I walked in could have tipped me off." Cage suggested, making sure to mention the three limbed part before he finishes off his drink with a small sigh. He frowned a bit to himself, he /was/ awful perky tonight. Ah well, that never hurt anyone. Heh >.>

Vorth is actually touchy about his lacking arm and he turns on his stool to face the mouse, doing his best to look big and scary. Not hard when not all that pretty anymore "Yet you still choose to remain here. Perhaps I'm not being clear enough, leave, go back to your little priory and leave us all in peace"

Cage nods in apparent calmness. "As soon as I am done drinking." He replies coolly, plunking down another coin for a refill, keeping an eye on the rat out of the corner of his gaze. "And I ain't botherin' nobody." He continues, adding silently to himself, "Yet."

Vorth can't let it go now, he actually stands up to loom over the mouse "What are you lot even here?" he growls out.

"Considering how most beasts here look like you; it totally isn't for the pretty view." Cage offers, giving a toothy grin as he looks waaaay up. Heck this rat was big. Cage blinks with mock innocence. "Why? Would you like to make a charitable donation?" He knows he has it coming anyhow so he figures he should enjoy himself while he still can.

And how long he can probably isn't much longer at all as Vorth chuckles quietly for a second before throwing a quick punch at Cage's head. If anyone asks he was provoked, he's sure he could get a few others backing him up on it.

Having actually cleared the counter and into the wall behind it, Cage picks himself up off the glass-covered floor and shakes his head to clear the stars. "Aw...Hell..." He growls painfully, wincing as he rises and eyes the rat. Suddenly he places both paws on the bartop and vaults over it, both footpaws aiming for Vorth's chest.

Ah damn, property damage. Vorth neatly steps backwards to dodge the feet, his paw going to grab for Cage's habit and pull him off of the bartop to send him flying again.

Cage is send in a sprawl, he would have went airborne there but the habit he had been wearing ripped under Vorth's paw, revealing that Cage was wearing his normal clothes, along with the two huge dirks, underneath. Cage gives a bellow of annoyance as he skids across a table and falls into two chairs before regaining his feet again. "That's it!" He snarls, hurling one of the chairs in the rat’s direction before diving in a flying tackle at him.

Vorth raises his arm to protect against the chair, growling in frustration just before he sees the mouse flying at him. He ducks down, hitting into the side of the bar as the mouse collides with him. More growling and he swings his elbow back towards his head "Stay down so I can pay the nice beasts off for your mess"

Cage ducks the elbow as he tries to recover from the impact, coming up and uppercutting with his left fist before lashing straight out with his right, "I think I'll pass on that." He growls, throwing himself back before the rat can recover. Paws fall to the knives but pause there.

Vorth takes the uppercut, letting Cage get back a bit as he starts to get up again, apparently looking creaky as he does it but well, he's just trying to distract from the sneaky tail. All at once he's getting up quickly, tail going to wrap around one of Cage's legs and pull on it while his paw goes for a bar stool to swing down at the mouse. Stool club!

"Aaagh!" Cage grates as the tail snares him and he slams down onto the floor, then his eyes get big as he sees the stool being swung down at him. He rolls to the side but it still grazes his shoulder yet that doesn't stop him from kicking at Vorth's knee with his free leg before he shoves himself upright again and lunges forward, both paws going out to catch the rat by the collar and drive him back against the bar...

Vorth grunts as his knee's hit but since it's towards the front of it it doesn't fold. He growls again and brings the stool round again, going to shove it forwards into the mouse's face before can get a hold of his collar.

The stool crunches into Cage's face and he staggers back for a second, blinking out blood that had ran into his eyes from a cut on his brow. He gives a shake of his head and it flies from his face, infuriated by the taste of his own blood he crouches and an explosive roar rips from his chest before his springs upward, grabbing a ceiling beam and swinging toward Vorth, gaining the peak of his momentum before releasing and rocketing towards the rat; knee first.

Vorth ducks, drops and rolls, has to let go of the stool in the process but with Cage probably flying past over the bar he has plenty of time to get back up, grab his tankard this time and wait for Cage to get back up before going to hit him with said tankard, try and knock him out this time.

Cage lands and goes directly into a roll to absorb the shock before spinning around, face livid and another floor-shaking roar breaking out; yet the tankard slams into the side of his head just as he turns and it had enough force to knock out a normal beast, but in his raged state it simply stunned him and he growled and shuddered under the blow, leaving himself exposed. It was going to take a heck of a lot to stop him now.

Vorth grunts in annoyance, drops the tankard and goes to grab hold of the front of the mouse's tunic instead, once more pull him back over the bar and send him flying again. Maybe colliding with a table or wall will do the job for him.

In mid-air, Cage snaps back to reality and he glances up, then sighs and closes his eyes. "Oh damn." He sighed softly and then an immeasurable fraction of a second later he slammed directly into the door and knocked it clean off the hinges, spilling them both into the street. Lying flat on his back in the street, Cage gave a faint chuckle and stared upwards, smiling as a bit of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. "Ugh...I'm gettin' old..." He muttered as he sat up and slowly made his way back to the Priory.