Sock’er Bopper Showdown
Luka Lovi


Age: 21 | Height: 6'0 | Race: Accepted | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
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#1
Luka
I know there are angels singing somewhere
I hope they sing for us
Luka is minding his own business (as he always does) when the sound of glass shattering has him straightening in the half-second before a body heavily collides into his own from behind. Catching himself awkwardly on his elbows to avoid breaking his face on the bar top, Luka grunts and throws an elbow backward to shove the body off.

A garbled yell of pain informs him quite succinctly that his elbow may have hit something more valuable than lovehandles.

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters to himself, sparing a mournful expression for his unfinished drink as he stands. Inebriated Bastard (IB) is grappling a defenseless empty stool to try and stabilize himself while spitting up a colorful storm - and some saliva to boot - when Luka turns to face him.

Oh, and there’s the last puzzle piece - there’s a red-faced woman breathing hard and watching both Luka and IB warily. “He a creep?” Luka’s low voice cuts through IB’s cursing like a splitting maul, pointing blatantly. The woman nods, silent and distrusting (ah, Torchers). Luka simply nods and gracelessly shoves his sleeves up; there’s no need for intimidation or atmosphere with what he’s about to do.

Which is throw a haymaker of a left hook that cracks into IB’s face and sends him straight to the floor, taking the stool with him. “HEY WHAT THE FUCK -!” Ah, so IB has friends? Well, shit. Luka gets tackled up against the bar by WM (wingman, if you’re following) and grunts as the edge slams into his waist. Then everything goes out the window as he wraps his arms around the other man in a grapple and begins kneeing the shit out of the dude’s conveniently accessible ribcage.

“FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!” Multiple voices join the chant, drowning out the bartender’s protestations immediately.

Gods damn it, Luka’s dad is going to find a way to ground him as a grown man for this…but maybe that pretty girl will kiss him on the cheek if he doesn’t get his shit rocked in this 2v1?
For our bruised mouths are an act of resistance
and our singing hearts, together, make a beautiful prayer
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Sah Lovi
the Wild Thunder
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Age: 27 | Height: 6'0" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
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#2
...look into a wolf's eyes. You'll never be the same again.
Sah felt uneasy being back in Torchline. He knew he was welcome, but shaking the phantom images of his last visit was hard. He'd found himself looking for a spot to grab a snack when he heard a commotion from one of the bars.  This was Torchline, so it didn't alarm him, and the Wild Thunder kept walking. Yet, as he passed one of the windows, he spotted a familiar face amid the chaos. By the Gods, why was his son in a barfight?

Briefly closing his eyes with a deep sigh, Sah turned on his heel and slammed the door open. Walking in, his eyes narrowed in on the fucker (WM) who has his son. It's nice to see Luka holding his own by going for the man's ribs, but Sah didn't waste any time on the thought. He harshly grabbed the man's shoulder and jabbed him mercilessly in the kidney. Honorable? No. But it was a barfight and the fool made the mistake of touching his kid.

From his position, Sah glanced over WM's shoulder to lock eyes with Luka. Raising a brow, he grinned, "Need a hand?"
Sah
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Melita Najya
the Honeybee


Age: 27 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
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#3
regions of moonlight and chaos
From her own corner, Melita had been orchestrating plans of chaos and mayhem, because once she figured out who Hawthorn was, she’d be able to cross that portion off her bedlam list. Scrawling a few more notes on her parchment, and swigging down another sip of her beer, it came as no surprise that there was a sudden bout of action – LongNight seemed to make them all edgy, and other circumstances with void nonsense, Starfall, and the general Torchline citizenship notwithstanding…there didn’t need to be much of a reason.

Much like the Honeybee becoming involved.

Spurned on by violence and the inherent nonsense of being Ludo’s demigod, she began to stretch, checking out the number of armaments already lined upon her person, and shoving her companions under the table. Not noticing anyone in particular that she might recognize, not now anyway (in this hustle and bustle of moving bodies), she swindled around, contemplating her choices. Then, with a yawn, she picked up a nearby stool, and hurled it towards the nearest doofus (ND).
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Luka Lovi


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#4
Luka
I know there are angels singing somewhere
I hope they sing for us
His dad appears as if from nowhere, pulling one of the men back and bruising his kidney as neatly as someone might use a letter opener on an envelope, and as enviably cool as his father looks Luka can only think ah fuck, no escaping that lecture now.

"Swear it wasn't me," he grunts out as he uses the bar behind him to get to his feet, ever a child in his dad's shadow. Grinning thereafter - this feels more like chaotic fun than danger now with the Wild Thunder at his side - Luka opens his mouth for something hopefully more charming than evading blame -

When a stool takes out some poor bastard from behind, and Luka can't help the loud bark of amusement that escapes his open mouth instead. If hell hadn't broken loose already it sure does now, either because he had the gall to laugh or because now everyone is suddenly an enemy. The girl from earlier has disappeared - bummer - so Luka focuses on the brawl and elbows his dad with a grin fit for a devil. "Bet I can take down more," he taunts, and then dives forward to tackle another man down who had been charging toward an unfamiliar redhead (Mel). It puts Luka in a disadvantageous position this low to the ground too but it feels good, and he elbows the man in his trapezius for good measure.
For our bruised mouths are an act of resistance
and our singing hearts, together, make a beautiful prayer
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Sah Lovi
the Wild Thunder
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Age: 27 | Height: 6'0" | Race: Abandoned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Halo
Level: 11 - Strg: 41 - Dext: 42 - Endr: 55 - Luck: 43 - Int: 1
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#5
...look into a wolf's eyes. You'll never be the same again.
Sah had to restrain a laugh at his son's face. It took a surprising amount of willpower to look stern, "We'll talk later." He's almost certain that Luka is telling the truth and that he didn't start the altercation. But for making him worry, he'll let the pup's anxiety fester for a tiny bit at least until this mess is done with.

The challenge did him in, and the Wild Thunder Sah snorted with a laugh, "You can certainly try." Luka had improved for sure, but he wasn't battle-tested. As Sah knocked the man (WM) out with another sharp jab, he realized that he should probably fix that sooner rather than later for both of his pups.

Luka went low, so Sah went high. Twisting on his heel, he caught a newcomer (N)'s fist. The Wild Thunder elbowed the unfortunate brawler in the ribs hard enough to make the man wheeze. The Abandoned kept one eye on his son as the fight progressed.
Sah
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Melita Najya
the Honeybee


Age: 27 | Height: 5'6" | Race: Demi-god | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Torchline
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#6
regions of moonlight and chaos
Oh, someone was coming for her?

He was soon decimated and taken down, and the smuggler glanced in some disappointment. Not recognizing either of them, she simply huffed, maneuvering further into the raucous and fury, and finding another target.

Some poor sot beating another individual over the head with a bucket seemed to be her next interval, and she immediately sucker-punched the man in the back. She could hear his quick inhale of surprise and winded breath, before utilizing all the hand-to-hand combat she’d learned, and kicking him along the side of the knee. He buckled with a painful yowl, the bucket dropping to the floor.

And then she saw, of all people across the bar, Sah.

Nowwwww what to do, Melita?
the honeybee
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