THE FIGHT MEME

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THE (august) FIGHT MEME



What else needs to be said? Release your inner warrior and partake in some epic (or hilariously bad) battles! Do you use a sword? Are you a martial arts master? Are you a wizard? Can you even fight?

It doesn't matter if you're just having a friendly spar or deciding the fate of the universe. You're suddenly filled with the urge to fight the next person you meet. Cut loose and show off your skills!

RULES

◘ Post with your character! List your fighting preferences if you'd like (Sparring, Death Battles, Anything Goes, etc.)
◘ Reply to someone else
◘ ROUND 1...
◘ ... FIGHT!

Here are some prompts to pick from (or RNG from):



1: VERBAL
Not all fights are physical. Maybe you're just really mad and really loud.

2: WUSSY
This is possibly the dumbest limp-wristed flail fight you've ever been involved in.

3: WITS
Because why would you beat someone into the ground when you can humiliate them with your massive intellect instead?

4: PRIZEFIGHT
There's an audience to watch and a prize at stake that only one of you can walk away with. Best bring your A-game.

5: SPARRING
You're fighting to improve. Whether you know your partner or whether you've
just met, you can be pretty sure you're walking away from this one.

6: GRUDGE MATCH
Your hated rival is in town. It's time for a rematch.

7: BAR FIGHT
Welcome to the mother of all drunken brawls.

8: YOU DON'T HAVE TO DO THIS!
Maybe your opponent is your friend/sibling/love/other cherished person. Maybe
you're a pacifist. Either way, you're in this fight, but you really
don't want to be.

9: TO THE DEATH
This is it. Too much has happened for this to be anything but a fight to the end. Only one of you is walking away from this.

10: OBLIGATORY SMUT OPTION
Hate sex is the best. And some people like smut and some do not.

11: AGAINST THE HORDE
It's you and your ally against many. Demons, zombies, whatever. Rip and tear, until it is done.

12: GODMODE
You and your opponent both have world-breaking superpowers, and frankly everyone would be happier if you weren't fighting. You are, though, and it's awesome, even if there might not be much left when you're done.

13: RANDOM
Your very own personalized scenario.


Original here.

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[pricklywolf]

"See, there's the problem: In order to make up their minds, they have to actually have minds." He grabs his canteen and a vial of Swallow from Eskel's bag, then hands the vial over. "We ought to call you Heartbreaker~" He kneels down in front of Eskel, pausing to pat his unblemished cheek before he sets himself to cleaning the wound.

There's no telling what was on the knife beforehand, and even if witchers can't get sick, he'd rather know for sure that nothing lingered in the wound. He pours water over it just enough to flush it. While he waits for it to dry, he tears the spare fabric into strips, balling one up to press against the wound, using another to tie it into place. Just to be an ass, he leans in to press an overly-dramatic kiss on top of the bandaged.

Mostly, though, he's acting out to cover up how worried he feels. He'd seen the way Eskel's fingers and arm hung limply as they rode out.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Hey." Eskel says, resting a hand on Lambert's shoulder."Lambert. I'm fine. You've cleaned it out, I'll drink this and rest a while and by tomorrow I'll be able to kick your ass in an arm wrestling contest, right?" He pats the other witcher on the shoulder. "You okay?"

[pricklywolf]

"What, like you ever could before?" Lambert says, rolling his eyes and shrugging the hand off his shoulder. He stands and folds the unused strips of fabric, then tucks them away in his saddlebag.

"I'm fine." Except he isn't, because what if Eskel never regains the use of his hand? What if he's gotta head back to Kaer Morhen and never ride off on the Path again?

Or what if it had hit him in the neck?

He starts stripping his armor off, pointedly looking anywhere but at his brother.

[wolfdogwitcher]

Eskel watches him for a while, the wounded hand in his lap. He knows he's going to be fine. He's been stabbed, slashed, had his shoulders dislocated, broken bones. Witchers weren't invincible, but they were a damn sight sturdier than what the peasants called "real folk". So what was Lambert acting all weird for?

"Lamb..." He says. "You gotta talk to me." He searches for something comforting to say but settles on a joke. "I'm gonna think that stool scrambled your brains or something."

[pricklywolf]

"I don't gotta talk to you." He's down to his undershirt and trousers now. "But if it'll get you to shut up, fine." He slinks over and takes a seat on the ground beside Eskel's rock, resting his forearms on his knees and staring at the grass.

"I just...It's not like either of us ever asked to be witchers. Nobody grows up wanting that, right?" He looks up at his brother, gauging his reaction. "And then, what if that fucker had hit you in the neck? Or somehow in the chest, like right in your heart? You're lucky he had shit aim."

[wolfdogwitcher]

"No, we didn't ask but that's just how it turned out. I don't know how I got to Kaer Morhen but I figure my mom probably couldn't look after me or didn't want to and I think I'd rather roll the dice with the Changes than have been left to die in the woods like an unwanted puppy before I was even old enough to remember my mother's face. Some folk do that, when they got too many mouths to feed." He shrugs lopsidedly. "And there ain't no point in dwelling on 'ifs'. It didn't hit me either of those places. Come on, Lambert, that wasn't the first time we've dealt with human shitheels and it won't be the last."

[pricklywolf]

Eskel's right, and Lambert can't really argue with him without talking about how he ended up at Kaer Morhen. Doesn't make him feel any better about it, though. He knows none of them are invincible, but it's never really been a problem before, because he's never been directly involved. He's never been close enough to hear what it sounds like when dull metal sinks into his brother's flesh.

He's angry about it because he's not supposed to feel anything, but he does still feel worried.

"I woulda torched the place if they killed you." To try and avoid talking about it any further, he tugs one boot off and turns it upside down, grimacing at the mud that slides out.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Yeah, I bet you would have." Eskel says, and dares to ruffle Lambert's hair. This also gives him a moment to make sure Lambert isn't bleeding or anything from being hit. He drops his hand and leaves Lambert to his thoughts. They're told all the time that they don't feel anything, that they don't form bonds or attachments, that nothing ever clouds their judgement, that they never have to weigh decisions. Eskel likes to think he does fairly well living by that commitment to the nothingness, by comparison to a certain sibling that's always mixed up in some mad thing or another. He liked to think he'd only slipped up on that score once. His facial scar twinges at the thought.

"Damn, you wound up with half the swamp in your boots."

[pricklywolf]

Lambert hunches his shoulders, but otherwise doesn't react to having his hair ruffled. Somehow, Eskel learned quick which topics to push on and which ones to leave be. Probably because he's smart. At any rate, it made things easier.

"Bet the other half's in yours." He pulls his other boot off to give it the same treatment. It feels disgusting, and he's not looking forward to having to sleep in his underclothes while his boots and trousers dry out later. If they were still in the town, renting a room, it would be fine, but out here, it'll be chilly. Not like it is in winter, but chilly enough he'll wanna complain.

He looks over at the other witcher, frowning at his still-limp hand. "Need help with yours?"

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Eh, I'll manage." He says, dimissively. He's anxious to have Lambert busy himself with something else, this unexpected hovering makes him edgy. Has he really just been alone on the Path that long? "I get hurt when I'm by myself, you know. I'm not totally helpless. And I think it's coming back anyway, now that I'm not being bounced around on a horse with the knife still in there." Upside: he can kind of feel his fingers. Downside: Pain. So much pain.

[pricklywolf]

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Walk the Path alone, blah blah, and all that other shit." He knows Eskel's only trying to comfort him in the only way they know how. He's still full of nervous energy, and sitting here by a piss-poor excuse for a lake in the moonlight isn't helping. So he quickly finishes stripping down to his underclothes and makes a beeline for the water.

[wolfdogwitcher]

Eskel manages to get his boots off at least and pulls off his belt to make something of a sling. It's awkward but it's better than having this pins-and-needles-and-pain limb banging around.

It's slow going but he manages to get a fire going by dragging pieces of wood into a pile one at a time and applying a bit of Igni. At least now they'll have a fire to dry out their boots, to rest beside. He settles down again to keep watch.

He can hear Lambert trying to make the most of this...lake and he watches over his brother dutifully. No matter how old they get, Lambert will always be his baby brother. The upstart, always pushing back at Vesemir, mouthing off. A pup that barks when its scared. Bitter and angry. Dragged snarling and swearing along the Path. Witchers aren't supposed to feel love but what else to was this? This protectiveness, this vigilance. Eskel knew he would die for Lambert and for Geralt if he had to, or at least die beside them. He knew he wanted Lambert to hurt less, but also knew they hadn't been raised to comfort each other and he would always be at a loss with the youngest wolf.

[pricklywolf]

Once he's in the water, all the stress from the night melts away. Lambert happily splashes away, diving under as soon as he can to wash all the dirt and grime away. The light from the fire catches his eye soon enough, though. He wades back closer to the edge, pushing his hair back to keep the water out of his face.

"You gonna just sit up there all night? Come wash off!"

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Somebody's gotta watch the fire and make sure no bog hags sneak up on your ass." Eskel replies, even though with their keen senses it's quiet clear there's no such beast skulking nearby. But it's tempting and now that the adrenaline has worn off he's aware how disgusting he feels. Probably won't hurt to at least wade in enough to scrub his face and hair with his good hand.

Lambert gets to watch the supremely acrobatic performance of Eskel getting out of his trousers one handed.

"You're in charge." He tells Scorpion, before he heads for the the reedy edge of the water.

[pricklywolf]

Lambert scoffs at the idea of a bog hag sneaking up on him. The fire, though, that's a potential danger. Once he notices Eskel getting his trousers off, he forgets all about it and whoops in excitement.

And once Eskel's close enough, he splashes the older witcher.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Hey!" Eskel barks, flicking water back at him, crouching among the lily-pads to try and rinse...gross, whatever that is...endrega goo probably, out of his hair, mixed with his own blood. The cut from the thrown mug is just a tiny scab now, it will probably be all but gone by morning.

"You want to re-do this bandage, little brother? Because that's what's going to happen if you get the dressing wet." He chides, not especially good at being stern when Lambert's mood has finally turned around.

[pricklywolf]

"Anyone ever tell you you're a barrel of fun?" Lambert shoots back sarcastically. He really doesn't want to redo the bandage, though. Deciding he's clean enough, he climbs out and goes to grab his boots and trousers to rinse them out. They got the worst of the swamp ick in them. His armor can simply be wiped down later, along with his jacket.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"You should see me, I'm a regular goddamn riot at parties." Eskel snorts, watching Lambert wade back to shore. The witcher paces back and forth a bit where the water comes to waist-deep, cleaning up and generally taking in the cool night air and the blessed quiet of the woods, watching the ripple of the moon on the surface of the pond. The night in a tavern would have been nice, with the bath and the mattress (even if he would have had to put up with Lambert's kicking and elbowing all night) but out here there was none of the clamorous noise, the abundance of reeking smells.

"I can take first watch." He offers. "I'm probably gonna be awake anyway."

[pricklywolf]

Lambert's well aware of how fun his brother can actually be. He wasn't the youngest Wolf's favorite just because he didn't pry into Lambert's deepest issues.

He looks up from his diligent washing at that offer. "You know we both will. Got a bottle of pepper vodka, if you need help getting to sleep later." He's always sure to have a bottle of something on him. Some nights, it was the only way he could sleep.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Pepper vodka? Hot damn." He splashes back to shore. "See? Evening salvaged." He nudges his boots and trousers with a grunt. He weighs the effectiveness of swishing his things around one handed versus...

"Hey, Lamb! Do me a favor and get the muck off of these, will ya?" He shouts. They didn't really have rank to pull on each other, but sometimes Eskel played the big brother card. He felt somewhat justified at the moment, his arm all pins and needles but not especially lively.

[pricklywolf]

"Hardly..." He's just finished washing his own things, and sharing a bottle of vodka with his brother in the woods wasn't the same as sharing a meal, some ale, and a real bed. Even if it meant a grumpier Eskel in the morning, nothing beats a real bed.

He looks up, frowning. "Thought you didn't want my help?" That's all the argument he offers, though. Eskel's injured, and he doesn't want to redress the wound so soon. So he goes and grabs Eskel's things and sets to washing them.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Thanks." He says, and makes sure it's obvious that he means it.

It takes some tugging and snarling but he eventually gets his bedroll off Scorpion and Lambert will find him kneeling by the fire, rubbing his shoulder.

[pricklywolf]

Once he's finished, Lambert brings their things up to where the fire is, setting them close enough that they'll be dry by morning. When he sees Eskel rubbing at his shoulder, and the bedroll on the ground, he sighs. "Coulda helped you with that, too. Just 'cause you're used to doing it alone doesn't mean you shouldn't ask for help when you can."

It was a lesson he'd had to learn from Aiden.

He grabs his undershirt and pulls it back on over his head, then goes to get his own bedroll set out.

[wolfdogwitcher]

"Yeah, yeah. 'A lone wolf is a dead wolf'." I promise not to tell Vesemir you've been spouting his aphorisms." Eskel teases. "Besides, you were already giving me a hand." He gestures to his shoulder. "Swallow feels like it's doing its thing. Should be mostly okay by morning."

[pricklywolf]

Lambert shoots him a look at the mention of their mentor, but he doesn't press the issue. Eskel promised.

He rolls his bedroll out close to the fire, settling his pillow on the end closest to Eskel, so that his head will be near his brother's. Maybe he's letting himself be too soft, but that feels safer.

"Still, wouldn't hurt to stick close for another day. I'd hate to leave you alone and something happen to you."