Idriseth versus Lorien

Idriseth , without a word, divests himself of extraneous accesories, tossing his satchel and other objects to the side of the road. The long-limbed elf assumes a loose stance, knees slightly bent and arms at his sides.

You remove a chiseled, golden ring from on your left finger.

You stop wielding a beautifully carved, uniquely-engraved, elvish longbow with your right hand.

You remove an enchanted, white-gold, charm bracelet from on your left wrist.

You remove a form-fitting, half-buttoned, navy-blue shirt from around your torso.

Lorien wolf whistles.

Lorien unbuckles his weapon-laden belt and cape and tosses both onto the ground by wherever Catrin decides to situate herself. He turns back to Idri, and bracing his feet so they're level with his shoulders he makes a 'come hither' motion with both his hands, "Ladies first."

Lorien removes a long, red, ornamental cape from around his neck.

Idriseth shrugs, a slight smile on his face. "Don't want to get your blood on it."

Idriseth smiles disarmingly, his voice sugar-sweet as he circles slowly around Lorien. Sylvan reflexes lighteining quick, Idri's left fist attempts a cheap shot above the squire's right ear. "You're just jealous because I'm prettier than you are."

(For some reason, Lorien�s attack is missing here)

Idriseth is still moving around Lorien, but shifts directions quickly as the squire's fist comes up. The change in his momentum makes it much easier to doge the oncoming fist, while his deflected left had is redirected towards Lorien's midriff. "Compared to a stoat, maybe. But that isn't saying much..."

Lorien takes the hit to his stomach, his verbal response delayed with a grunt - however, his hand is jerking down; he aims to grab Idri's connecting fist at the wrist, and should he manage to he'll then make to give the dark elf's arm a good twist in an attempt to get it behind Idri's back, "A stoat? Now that's just below the belt, Idri."

Idriseth grimaces in pain, as his arm is twisted behind his back, but he manages to turn the twist to his advantage. Facing Lorien now, a sheen of perspiration beginning across his forehead, he hisses, "It wasn't... but this is!" as he brings his knee up. Either Lorien is going to have to let go of him long enough to dodge, or he is going to be extremely uncomfortable in a second.

Lorien doesn't expect the blow, though he probably should have guessed - he releases Idri too late and that knee connects - he yelps in pain and doubles over, hands flying to the hurt 'area', "You ... cheater!" Voice cracking, it suddenly turns into a growl and he lunges forward, aiming to tackle Idriseth right around the middle and drag him right to the ground while one fist is already aiming to sock him on the nose.

Idriseth oofs as he flies backward, head hitting the ground sharply and causing him to cry out in pain. Lorien's follow through is too quick to avoid entirely, and the resulting blow splits the dark elf's lip. Spitting blood, Idri forcefully rolls out from underneath Lorien, and comes to his knees. Throwing himself forward, he feints a punch towards the other's right eye, his other fist following a second later to come up under Lorien's chin.

Lorien tumbles onto his rear when Idri gets out from underneath him, but already he's surging forward - he jerks his head back a little to avoid the feint, and that movement means the next punch clips the side of his jaw instead of his chin. His head snaps to one side and he grunts, prior to lunging for Idri again with a hard punch aimed for the other's gut.

Idriseth , a trickle of blood still trailing down his chin from his split lip, twists backwards, landing on his palms before a backwards handspring has him on his feet again. Resuming his defensive position, he waits for Lorien to get back up.

Lorien rubs at his jaw, frowning at Idri from beneath disheveled hair. Slowly, and carefully, he rises back into a stand, "I can't believe you kicked me there." He mutters, and, keeping a control on that bristling temper of his, he moves forward swiftly, one fist swinging upwards for Idri's chin while the other follows seconds after in a jab for the other's cheek.

Catrin slips off for something or other, probably because she's been cringing this whole time.

Catrin leaves west.

Idriseth frowns as Lorien rushes towards him, stating succinctly, "Real fights are not fair." He turns and pulls away from Lorien's flying fists, bringing his right hand up to block the fist coming at his chin. The second fist comes through, and Idri almost seems to be stepping into it. As his head is thrown back, his left hand comes up and under in a vicious hook aimed for Lore's ribs.

Lorien suddenly isn't having a very good day. He's in the middle of snapping, "This isn't a real fight-" when he spies Catrin leaving out of the corner of his eye. Blinking after her, he looks entirely confused as to why his lady friend would ditch him in the middle of this fight, and he's brought back to reality when Idri's fist connects hard with his ribs. Lore grunts and immediately lifts both hands to shove at Idriseth's shoulders and force him backwards, twisting around so he can lift a leg and kick it for the back of the others knees in an attempt to knock him clean off his feet.

Idriseth grunts as Lorien's foot connects with the back of his legs. His knees bend from the sudden blow, and to avoid any follow up while in a courching position, he rolls forward, springing up and around quickly to face the squire. "So, you're telling me this isn't real, and you've been holding back, Squire Lorien?" The elf takes a loose stance, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. He raises his fists to his chin in a defensive position as he calls: "You're never going to be able to 'hand me my arse on a platter' then."

Lorien takes a deep breath, his brows arching at the page. Any signs of his temper snapping are now gone, and he settles into a similar, if more nonchalant, position as Idri, "Alright then." He answers simply, and then, a little quicker than he's been, he dances forward, one fist jabbing out in a feigned punch for Idri's nose while his other fist will back it up in a hard punch for his chest. Assuming the feinting hand gets away unscathed, he'll follow up the punch for Idri's chest with a powerful upper hook aimed at his diaphragm.

Idriseth dodges the feigned punch, taking the second bruising hit on his ribs. The force of the blow throws the elf back, out of range of the returning fist. Before he can be forced back into a defensive position, the elf moves forward quickly, an unusually quick flurry of jabs aimed at Lorien's face and upper chest.

Lorien manages to block and dodge some of the punches, but he refuses to budge backwards and the ones that hit do so in close proximity. He bites back a grunt with each punch that connects, and then he's making to grab Idri's wrist again, this time hoping to twist it upwards and into an arc, likely putting it at a very uncomfortable angle. Should this happen he'll be hoping it locks Idri's stance sideways, and he'll launch a knee hard for the dark elf's ribs. Should this hit, and assuming Lore has managed to grab Idri's arm in the first place, he'll release it and try to keep Idriseth off balance by aiming another surge of jabs in search of sensitive spots along the back of Idri's neck and his shoulders.

Catrin appears.

Qruella appears.

Catrin arrives much as she left, slipping back to the place she'd been before, next to Lore's things.

Idriseth is somewhat limited when his wrist is suddenly captured by Lorien. He continues swinging with his free hand, maybe not very accurately, but hopefully landing a few punches. In the meantime, he quickly releases the closed fist in the squire's grasp. Knuckles raw and bleeding from pounding on his friend act like grease allowing him to slide his hand out of Lorien's grasp before the knee manages to connect. He sidesteps the knee, but can't completely avoid the furious series of counter-punches Lore delivers. Instead of retreating, he closes with the other, giving him less room to swing, and allowing both his swings and his blocks to be delivered from a closer range. For every hit that connects with his now-bloodied head or bruised torso, he attempts to counter it with an equally vicious blow to the temple or kindeys.

Lorien doesn't notice Catrin returning - or if he does, he ignores her, for he's far too focused on this fight with Idri. His head snaps sharply to one side when a particularly painful blow connects just on his cheekbone - he'll have a healthy bruise on the morrow to show for it - and immediately he's twisting his elbow sharply for Idriseth's nose. Pushing forward in the scuffle till he and the dark elf hardly have any breathing space, even if his elbow doesn't connect he'll be reaching that arm around, aiming to get Idriseth into a headlock, a foot scuffling for the other's shin so that if his arm can wrap around Idri's neck, a kick will help him force the page to his knees.

Idriseth grunts and whips his head back, the elbow barely missing his face. Following Lorien's intention, and retreat no option, the elf instead steps forward to throw his arms around Lorien's chest, intending to use the force of his shoulder - and a leg to slide Lore's feet out from under him - to force the squire to the ground.

Qruella walks along the road without any real purpose, at least, not until she happens across the spar here outside Pendulis. A smirk creeps along the creature's painted lips, and it broadens slightly when she recognizes Lorien. Turning her attention briefly toward Idriseth, and then Catrin, she moves closer to the trio by a dozen paces, and tilts her head, darkened eyes focusing now upon the squire. "Well, is not this most opportune," it murmurs. Unlinking arms from across torso, one is extended toward the sparring duo with a shifting of the air around her; a blink of an eye, and she has moved herself into the trees, leaving only a copy of herself within sight. The copy moves its arms in a wide gesture, whileas Qruella smirks from her new position, murmuring a few choice phrases; the copy says, with a smirk mimicking Q's own, "I have been looking for you, squire, and I do not like having to wait so long to speak with you." During this speech, the creature in the trees reaching out her own arms again, and a dark shape moves from them, taking on the form of a two-headed lion. It leaps toward those gathered, tossing its shifting mane, and, even though it appears the others are involved in their own events, its teeth reach for the squire's legs, wherever they might be. "I'd like for you to come have that chat with me, now... "

Lorien grunts when Idri slams into him, and he staggers back a few steps before trying to use that momentum in his fall to twist around and make sure Idri's the one to land on his back instead. Whether this works or not, Lore'll have dragged Idri to the ground nonetheless and will now twist to aim another punch for the other boy's face - however, it appears Qruella is intent on crashing this little party, and when he hears his name, and that 'lion' lunges for his legs, he's twisting around to kick it hard in the nose, "I'm busy!"

Rodolphus only now slides forward off the hill which he's been sitting on, after seeing the dual headed lion now charging at Lorien. Concerned, but seeking not to insult the squire by intervening without being asked, he just watches, tense and more than a bit bothered.

Idriseth topples along with Lorien, rolling to the side and away - but before he can make any response, Lorien is kicking the lion in the face. "What, in the name of Karn?!? Beat it, this party is limited to those with an invitation!"

Catrin swears. Yes, that's the most important thing she does. Of course, as soon as she's done that - and it's under her breath, so you all get to guess exactly what she might have said - she's already reaching the dagger tucked into the back of her belt, that copy of Qruella's fixed in her sights. Thankfully enough it happened to stop nearby, and a slight upward tilt of the valkyrie's head precipitates a single sniff. Hm. Her focus skips past the replica, and on instinct she sprints into the treeline, following the scent of the real conjuror - or whatever she is - and, well, Qruella made it quite easy since that shadowy lion figure stemmed from her arms. Cat's trying to be at least somewhat sneaky about it, however, hoping the woman's attention is on Lorien and the others, and thus she circles around behind her, drawing up on at the last moment with that knife poised to do nothing short of, well, slice Qruella's neck open. ...or maybe just press to the hollow of her throat, assuming the sorceror's slow-slash-stupid enough to let Cat get that close to her to begin with. Even should she manage to get out of reach, she can be sure she'll be chased down by a very unforgiving huntress.

Idriseth mutters in an undertone, "Feel free to jump in, Rodolphus. We won't complain."

Qruella creatures releases a dry, brittle laugh in the wake of Lorien's kick toward her creation -- the lion's heads swerve out of the way and erupt in a misty plume of smoke, disapating within moments to leave the squire's leg kicking at air. "Busy or not," the copy continues, "I want that conversation." The original's darkened eyes dance around with mild humor, but as they move around, she catches the sight of the huntress edging closer to her. The demoness jerks her wrist about, sending another two-headed lion the squire's way, while she shifts herself around to address the valkyrie. "Hello, pretty," she says with a slight purr to her words, even as the female is lifting the dagger upward. "Lovely little knife you have there. I suggest, though, that you put it away." Moving more so that she is fully facing Cat, the creature lofts her dark brows, canting her head. "Oh, well, isn't this endearing," she continues, sliding a sidelong gaze toward Lorien. "Have you come to kill me, and thusly rescue the boy from a simply conversation? How heroic of you." Eyes flicker between the blade and the woman. "I have no wish to inflict any harm upon any of you, so it's best if you let us converse, girl."

Lorien grunts and is already rolling to his feet when that lion vanishes, making to grab Idri by the shoulder to haul him up as well. When he spots Catrin heading off the path to confront Qruella, he frowns darkly, but soon enough he's got another two-headed beast to deal with and he, yet again, spins around to aim a kick for one shnoz. "Too bad!" He calls, "Piss off!"

Idriseth gracefully gets to his feet, arms akimbo. "I don't think my friend wants a conversation with you. And what Lorien wants, Lorien gets... so go away."

You wink to Lorien.

Lorien snorts to you.

You grin cheerfully to Lorien.

Idriseth pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket, and dabs carefully at his bloodied face.

Catrin growls when Qruella eludes her grasp and, sorry, but she's not really in the mood to chat it up with a villain today. Been there, done that, was challenged to a death duel to prove it. In any case, she's parting with a cold, "You. Leave. Now." Accompanying the order will be another flash of that blade, though this time Cat's opposite hand is lunging forward to try and grab Qruella's arm and spin her around, a bruising collision of the hilt of her dagger aimed for the woman's spine to send her - hopefully - to a nice, healthy headstart in doing that leaving the valkyrie told her to.

Rodolphus appraises the situation quickly as possible, assessing where each of the former combatants, Qruella, and Catrin are, with a single sweeping glance. Noting that the soruce of the lion is being targeted by the valkyrie, he moves now to aid Lorien, the walking stick previously used to keep him steady swung up in mid stride. Pausing, just out of reach of the claws and fangs that the two headed animal possesses, the man separates the wooden object into two pieces, revealing a blade roughly nine inches total, and designed to resemble a spiral. This, once wielded, is swung downward, aimed to pierce the head nearest to him, striking its brain, if he succeeds. If not, then he's going to at least try blinding it, and reducing the danger that it poses.

-To Sum Up: And then she ran away.