Spoiling for a Fight

[Darastrix]

Imobel strode into the training area of the Wrathful, a sour expression on her face. Since the group's less than auspicious return from Morilanta, the priestess had been surly to bed and surly to rise and the acolytes had begun to give Imobel a wide berth when they saw her coming.

She grabbed a heavy mace from a rack near the wall and roughly shouldered another priest aside as she headed over to bludgeon a practice dummy to "death."

[tuo]

Drake grunted as Imobel shouldered and turns to face her. "Hey! Where do you think you're going after shoving me like that?!"

[Darastrix]

"If all you're going to do is whine about it, go join the Prideful," Imobel snapped, swinging the mace at the dummy. She gave a satisfied smirk as her weapon hit home, wood cracking slightly under the force of the impact.

[tuo]

Drake glared at her before clenching his fists and focuses on the same dummy. A few moments later a thick and heavy smoke begins to pour out of the cracks in the dummy before bursting into flames from the inside. "Why not try hitting something that can hit back." Drake grins in anticipation of a fight as he cracks his knuckles.

[Darastrix]

Imobel's eye twitched in annoyance and her grip on the mace tightened. "If you insist," she muttered, turning abruptly and swinging the weapon at Drake.

[tuo]

Drake ducks back out of the way of the mace with a grin before kicking out quickly at her leg to try and make her stumble to the ground.

[Darastrix]

Though considerably more experienced than Drake, Imobel was more than just a little pissed. She moved forward after Drake and clenched her jaw as his kick connected solidly with her leg, sending her sprawling. She growled in frustration and dropped the mace, getting into a crouch before lunging at Drake with a punch aimed...well, Imobel had no problems going before the belt.

[tuo]

After a lifetime of living on the streets of flux, Drake was more then familer with his share of dirty tricks. He twisted on instinct as she lunged at him, instead getting hit in the hip and making him stumble a little bit before grabbing for her hair to tug her up in an attempt to punch her in the face.

[Darastrix]

Imobel's hair was pulled back tightly as it always was when she came to the training area; the only good place for Drake to grab was her bangs, which were on the short side and didn't give a person much to grab. She pulled down as she felt herself being drug up, and managed to get down low enough to avoid being hit full in the face, though the punch did connect right above her eye, stunning her briefly.

[tuo]

Drake moved back after punching her and gives her a wary look. "What the hell's wrong with you anyways?" He slowly moves closer to the mace on the floor in case she still feels like fighting and to make sure she can't get to it easily.

[Darastrix]

"Who said there's something wrong with me?" she snapped, eying the other Wrathful in the area before glaring at Drake again. "I'm fine."

[hisdivineshadow]

Celeste had been watching the two fight with mild annoyance, and snarled when Imobel made her declaration. "Then you won't mind this!" she called out, and grabbed the nearest Wrathful, lifting him into the air and throwing him bodily at the two, providing a telekinetic push to get him there.

A smile came to her face as the next-nearest priest, best mate of the man she'd chosen as her projectile, cursed and took a swing at her. It had been too long since Sinfest, and the Wrathful hadn't had a good free-for-all since. It's about damn time, she thought, as she ducked the punch and slammed a fist into the man's solar plexus.

[tuo]

Drake ducked back at the human projectile and grins before laughing and yelling loudly. "Mob fight!" He rushes at Imobel again, flinging a few small embers in random directions to piss off some other Wrath's in the room, trying to tackle her.

[Kender Bard]

Dreamwarp started to enter the Wrathful room but stopped short at the doorway, throwing out and arm to halt Adam behind her. "What's going on here?!" she roared into the room at general.

Not that she couldn't see for herself but she felt she might as well ask.

[Darastrix]

"I didn't want to fucking deal with people," Imobel snarled as she dodged the flying priest. She braced herself and bent down slightly as Drake rushed her, meeting the other Wrathful with her shoulder and pushing back.