Post by The Light on Nov 12, 2012 0:58:59 GMT -5
They stamped their feet, faces red from the cold. Harry didn’t like being this far north; he had followed the captain across the narrow sea and back, but this cold was simply unnatural. Eastwatch always had demand, but it was dangerous this far north in these waters. And now another bloody bother.
They had unloaded all the cargo, mostly foodstuffs and crabs from White Harbor. The Watch had invited them in for a meal before they left the next day and the captain, never too proud to accept charity, was quick to agree to it. Drinks had been shared, one thing had led to another, and the next thing Harry knew the captain was standing on top of a table, bellowing that he would fight a fucking giant if the Watch were man enough to catch one.
They shouted him down, but not before one of them yelled out, “Have him fight Thar!” That started the Watch chanting "Thar, Thar, Thar". Chains clanked and head bowed into the hall. It was the largest wildling Harry had ever seen. Everyone looked to the captain for a reaction. He only grinned and said, “That’ll do.”
They were at the Eastwatch training grounds then, all the men turning out to see the fight. Harry helped Leman strip down to his pants. It must have been freezing for both men, but the wildling seemed to not care, and Harry knew the captain wouldn’t be upshowed by anyone. Harry was waiting for the master at arms to give the rules, but before he had even gotten to the circle of men, he saw they had unshackled Thar. The seven ft. man walked to the center of the circle, turned to Leman, and gave a gesture that needed no language. Lemans hands clenched, his body shook and he screamed “BLOOD AND IRON, FIRE AND DEATH” And charged the man. They met like two bulls, slamming into each other so hard Harry thought it would end there. But no, they grappled on the hard packed earth, clawing at each other to get a hold of some kind, punching when they could. Exchanging blows like hammers, the two men disengaged and circled each other. They were both marked, the captains nose was broken, and his arms and back scratched from the wildlings long nails, but Thar’s jaw was broken, stretching his mouth grotesquely. Silently this time they met again in the middle, the men screaming them on, but the captain slipped on the frozen ground. Thar stooped down and lifted Leman over his head. He was too strong Harry realized, the captain could not stop one this huge. With a roar the wildling threw the ironman straight down on the ground. The men laughed at this development, money changing hands. The captain did not move. The wildling grinned through a broken jaw, lifted his arms and laughed. As soon as that laugh came out though, Harry saw the captains eyes snap open. They were red, red as blood. Quick as a cat he flipped over, pushed up into a leap, a lunge up at the laughing giant. Hands together into a ram, he swung them clenched directly up into Thar’s broken jaw. The giant fell then, with the Reaper on him. His fists bloody black, eyes red, and breathe coming in and out like bellows, Leman straddled the downed man, and slammed his clenched hands again, again, and again on the giants chest. The men watched in total silence, Thar’s eyes blank, seeing nothing. Harry rushed in when he heard the crunch of the giants ribs, knowing this was over. “YOU’VE WON” He screamed into his captain’s face. He grabbed him then, trying to restrain his arms. “YOU’VE WON” He kept on yelling until finally the other men rushed in, dragging the two combatants apart. “He’s still got a pulse here by some miracle” One of the Watch called out by Thar. Harry stared hard into Leman’s eyes “You here captain? Come back now. Come on, it’s over, you won. You won. You won.” The Reaper closed his eyes, and Leman Harlaw opened them. His captain took long, deep breathes, and looked around at the men of the watch. “So, where’s the real Giant?” They laughed then, long and hearty, and Harry watched as they carried his grinning, blood drenched captain into the hall. Shaking his head Harry said in an undertone to the man next to him “You should see him when he gets really mad.”
Leman advances Unarmed Combat- Expert to Master (1/2)
They had unloaded all the cargo, mostly foodstuffs and crabs from White Harbor. The Watch had invited them in for a meal before they left the next day and the captain, never too proud to accept charity, was quick to agree to it. Drinks had been shared, one thing had led to another, and the next thing Harry knew the captain was standing on top of a table, bellowing that he would fight a fucking giant if the Watch were man enough to catch one.
They shouted him down, but not before one of them yelled out, “Have him fight Thar!” That started the Watch chanting "Thar, Thar, Thar". Chains clanked and head bowed into the hall. It was the largest wildling Harry had ever seen. Everyone looked to the captain for a reaction. He only grinned and said, “That’ll do.”
They were at the Eastwatch training grounds then, all the men turning out to see the fight. Harry helped Leman strip down to his pants. It must have been freezing for both men, but the wildling seemed to not care, and Harry knew the captain wouldn’t be upshowed by anyone. Harry was waiting for the master at arms to give the rules, but before he had even gotten to the circle of men, he saw they had unshackled Thar. The seven ft. man walked to the center of the circle, turned to Leman, and gave a gesture that needed no language. Lemans hands clenched, his body shook and he screamed “BLOOD AND IRON, FIRE AND DEATH” And charged the man. They met like two bulls, slamming into each other so hard Harry thought it would end there. But no, they grappled on the hard packed earth, clawing at each other to get a hold of some kind, punching when they could. Exchanging blows like hammers, the two men disengaged and circled each other. They were both marked, the captains nose was broken, and his arms and back scratched from the wildlings long nails, but Thar’s jaw was broken, stretching his mouth grotesquely. Silently this time they met again in the middle, the men screaming them on, but the captain slipped on the frozen ground. Thar stooped down and lifted Leman over his head. He was too strong Harry realized, the captain could not stop one this huge. With a roar the wildling threw the ironman straight down on the ground. The men laughed at this development, money changing hands. The captain did not move. The wildling grinned through a broken jaw, lifted his arms and laughed. As soon as that laugh came out though, Harry saw the captains eyes snap open. They were red, red as blood. Quick as a cat he flipped over, pushed up into a leap, a lunge up at the laughing giant. Hands together into a ram, he swung them clenched directly up into Thar’s broken jaw. The giant fell then, with the Reaper on him. His fists bloody black, eyes red, and breathe coming in and out like bellows, Leman straddled the downed man, and slammed his clenched hands again, again, and again on the giants chest. The men watched in total silence, Thar’s eyes blank, seeing nothing. Harry rushed in when he heard the crunch of the giants ribs, knowing this was over. “YOU’VE WON” He screamed into his captain’s face. He grabbed him then, trying to restrain his arms. “YOU’VE WON” He kept on yelling until finally the other men rushed in, dragging the two combatants apart. “He’s still got a pulse here by some miracle” One of the Watch called out by Thar. Harry stared hard into Leman’s eyes “You here captain? Come back now. Come on, it’s over, you won. You won. You won.” The Reaper closed his eyes, and Leman Harlaw opened them. His captain took long, deep breathes, and looked around at the men of the watch. “So, where’s the real Giant?” They laughed then, long and hearty, and Harry watched as they carried his grinning, blood drenched captain into the hall. Shaking his head Harry said in an undertone to the man next to him “You should see him when he gets really mad.”
Leman advances Unarmed Combat- Expert to Master (1/2)