[OPEN] fight fight fight!

[paladinforhire]

Who: Fridtjof and OPEN!
What: Fridtjof is bored. He imagines others are bored as well.
Where: Top deck, near the pool.
When: Day 6-8ish?
Warnings: Violence probably, but preferably controlled violence.


Around day 6 there's a poster that appears in various parts of the ship. It's clearly hand-drawn, but someone at least looks like they've put a lot of time into it.



The person in question is loitering around the area, leaning against a tree. There's a rough circle made out of dirt, large enough to be a modest arena. He's wearing his shiny blue and white armor with a blue and white shield on his back. He looks to be very bored and his rabbit-like ears are twitching, searching around for any sound. Sure, she said there were no monsters, but...

In any case he greets anyone approaching with a smile and a wave.

"Hello! Here to fight or here to watch?" He'll show off for people if they want, he's just trying to not be flashy.

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[paladinforhire]

"Childe, huh?" Look, he'd dealt with weirder names. "I can be that way, too." Sure he was wearing armor, but he wa a fairly slight man underneath it. He shook the other's hand firmly and grinned. "Turnout's been... a little low? But I can't tell if that's lack of interest or lack of people."

He was used to big cities with a lot of adventurers - even the places he'd been with low populations almost always had people moving through. To have so few people around was... unnerving. Unnatural. "Possibly both."

[astraldownpour]

"Oh! I'm in good company, then."

A good, firm handshake. Childe liked this guy already. He nods as the other says his codename-- He knows it's a little weird, but Tartaglia was a bit of a tonguetwister, and his relationship with his real name was more than a little fraught.

"Honestly? Probably both. We seem to have at least a few people that don't feel comfortable jumping into a fight on board. I'm glad it's more than just us two, though."

Childe laughs warmly. He, on the other hand, was always down for a good fight.

[paladinforhire]

"I'm used to places with both - people who aren't used to fighting... but then again where I grew up everyone learns how to fight. Even the elders could kick the rears of most Garleans who come into the forest."

Would he ever resist taking a swipe at them? No. No he would not. "I tend to take the front lines in a fight at home. If I have to I'll take the healer role, but I prefer to take the damage so no one else has to."

[astraldownpour]

"Me too. I come from a quiet little fishing village. There are a lot of places just like that in my world, where people don't tend to become warriors. They usually have someone that can defend them in case of an emergency, but.. Rarely is it someone who has a passion for the idea of it."

Childe nods, understanding the thought process completely. Better he than someone weaker, unprepared. And he'd have fun doing it, too.

"A man after my own heart, I see! I'm always at the front lines. Whatever the enemy can dish out, I'm more than able to handle."

Childe would offer first aid too in a pinch, but he was one of the few with a hydro vision that could never really figure out healing. His mastery of his vision, his bond with it, had been deep, almost unlike any he'd seen, until he'd reached the rank of Harbinger. And now...

Maybe it was a connection he just needed to re-establish.

[paladinforhire]

"I have abilities that even let me take damage for allies or extend them a little bit more resistance to blows, as well as some other tricks up my armored sleeves." He wasn't going to reveal everything. That'd make the upcoming fight less fun, after all. "But you're able to handle everything, hm?"

He wasn't the highest damaging tank in the party, but he could keep going for a while. So such a statement... "Why don't we take a crack at it then and see just how much you can take? Don't worry. I won't make you bleed too much."

Fridtjof flashes Childe a grin, drawing his sword and shield, twirling the former in his hand with ease.

[astraldownpour]

Childe laughed, grinning. A few tricks up his sleeves, huh? Childe had a few of his own, for sure. The paladin suggests a fun little spar, since he'd been a little cocky. The Harbinger near-brims with excitement, he'd barely had any real fun this whole time.

"A fight, huh? I'm ready when you are. Don't you worry about me."

Childe manifests his electro blades again, the energy thrumming in his hands. He presses them and extends them into a glaive, spinning it over his head. The redhead winks at Fridtjof, stepping closer and swinging the glaive in a wide arc towards him.

"Hit me with your best shot!"

[paladinforhire]

Interesting! He hasn't seen a lot of combining weapons yet, so he lifts his shield to take the brunt of it. The force still transfers through and into his arm, and it still is considerable.

But his 'best shot', eh? "You asked for it." Electric blue energy channels into his blade, lashing out towards Childe. Direct hit or not, it might be hard for him to avoid what comes next - giant blades that come from both the ground and the sky. They're not solid, of course - they're phantom and made of aether, but the damage they do will still bludgeon and slice well enough should he not get out of the way, and quickly.