nuadasvengence: (nuada is not amused)
June 7

Nuada allowed his fear feed his rage. His rage he directed equally to the jailors and himself. Bashir was gone. His eyes had deepened to a dark orange with the anger.

He'd checked on the good doctor after having missed him at the gathering. Partly to complain that if HE had to attend Bashir could have at least made an appearance. The doctor's wound was healing, but not as it should, resulting in reopening the stitches and sterilizing the enflamed area adding a drain. Bashir wasn't comfortable attending.

He'd been withdrawn a bit since then. Nuada was not one to force another to talk. He just checked on the man who could become a friend.

This morning he was gone. At first Nuada had thought he was out, so he checked the lab, then every other place Bashir was known to frequent.

Then Nuada had searched, with and without help, every accessible section of the station. The Mouse had reported all access ways were clear, up to the point where even the Vents and maintenance ways cut them off from the locked down sections of the station.

They had to find a way to get into those sections. Their fellows may be held there, hopefully alive.

Bashir was gone and beyond reach at the moment. No wonder he had failed to save his people. He couldn't even save an individual.

Unable to even contemplate sleeping Nuada went to the sparring room with the equipment. Punching bags, dummies, and other such paraphernalia.

He did not tape his knuckles before he started at a large punching bag. He needed to beat something, and he needed to feel the pain. Fists, elbows, knees, kicks, the impact was numbing for now. But it could not numb inside.

Date: 2012-06-25 01:02 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] knightexemplar
knightexemplar: found this via google - let me know if it's yours (Saber - Deadly serious)
It was very clear that Arturia had been fighting something. The shattered screen in Bashir’s room was her inanimate and very much defeated enemy. Her left hand had been neatly wrapped and taped. Evidence that she hadn’t walked away from the battle unscathed.

The bottle of brandy she carried with extra bandages in the crook of her right arm was half empty. The slight flush to her cheeks said that her hand wasn’t the only thing she’d used the brandy for.

She stopped at the door to the sparring room at watched the elf for a moment. Her movements were surprisingly alert for the bit of drunkenness clouding her thoughts.

“Would you prefer an opponent who can hit back, Sir Nuada?” The woman was definitely in the mood to hit something and since her last opponent had shattered under her blows, she also preferred someone who was going to be able to take a solid right hook to the jaw.

Date: 2012-06-25 04:06 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] knightexemplar
knightexemplar: found this via google - let me know if it's yours (Saber - over shoulder)
“I am most certainly not inebriated or badly injured,” Arturia took several sure steps forward before looking down at the bottle she held. Well, she did have another bottle of… something in her room, surely this one could be spent to spar her friend.

She smiled softly, a cocksure expression, “I’m quite sure this will prove more of a handicap to you than me.” She offered the bottle to the taller man, “I suggest you rethink this endeavor as you may have a chance in besting me in such a state than you would in leveling this field.”

The woman’s pride was certainly not diminished with the alcohol dampening her judgment.

Date: 2012-06-25 04:40 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] knightexemplar
knightexemplar: found this via google - let me know if it's yours (Saber - Smirk (b/w))
“This is a fine brandy,” she took the bottle back as her friend made an attempt with the blasted replicator. She dropped the extra bandages she’d been carrying to the floor. One of them would probably need them after this.

She lifted her own bottle and clinked the glass against Nuada’s, “To Mister Bashir. He was certainly better than any of us.” And it made her sad to think the man had disappeared.

She took another drink from the bottle, “Are you ready?” She corked the bottle and set it down near the wall, “To receive a rather drastic defeat, I mean?”

There was a definite swagger in her movements.

Date: 2012-06-25 05:56 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] knightexemplar
knightexemplar: found this via google - let me know if it's yours (Saber - smirk)
“It is quite pleasant,” her words slurred ever so slightly at the end of her sentence. She was most definitely more inebriated than she indicated or showed.

“Fisticuffs will probably be a safer form of combat in our current state. I fear we may vanquish one another with blades.” Of course, the wooden swords wouldn’t damage the pair too badly. That and the woman simply wanted to feel her fists impacting against something else.

In this case, that something else was going to be her friend. She took a waivering stance in the middle of the room, “I am ready when you are.”

Date: 2012-06-26 06:46 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] knightexemplar
knightexemplar: found this via google - let me know if it's yours (Saber - ready to fight)
Arturia moved into a boxer’s stance, the slight sway in her movements could have been due to the alcohol or it could have been intentional. The woman wasn’t going to reveal which but the alcohol was probably to blame.

“I think I have more than you will be able to handle,” she held her arms tight to her chest, keeping her face well blocked.

She started side stepping before sending a right hook and an uppercut at the taller man.

Date: 2012-06-28 02:05 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] knightexemplar
knightexemplar: found this via google - let me know if it's yours (Saber - Amused)
Arturia stumbled backwards to avoid the leg sweep, even drunk she wouldn't be taken down so easily, "Of course." Her response came as the man got back to his feet.

The woman ducked to avoid the swipe for her throat and Nuada's hand ended up brushing the top of her head, she parried with a quick jab to his ribs followed by an uppercut with her injured hand.

Date: 2012-06-29 02:04 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] knightexemplar
knightexemplar: found this via google - let me know if it's yours (Saber - Deadly serious)
And stumble forward she did. A small grunt tore from her throat when his foot made contact with her back. She wavered on her feet and turned clumsily, stumbling a bit as she moved.

She was going to have a bruise on her back and she probably wouldn’t remember how she got it. Wonderful.

Arturia dashed forward to reclose the distance between them, she was a bit drunk but the woman was still quick on her feet. Again her punches were aimed at his midsection, keeping her arms close to her body to keep her face and chest protected.

After a few quick jabs she sent a haymaker directly for the man’s face. A risky move for how inebriated she was as the momentum would probably send her falling backwards or forwards, depending on if the punch connected or not. The woman definitely wasn’t thinking about her balance at the moment.

Date: 2012-06-30 03:47 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] knightexemplar
knightexemplar: found this via google - let me know if it's yours (Saber - Smirk (b/w))
The punch to her sternum took the air right out of her lungs. She groaned softly, carefully evaluating the situation she was in. Her arm was wrenched under his, which was fortunate because that had been the only thing keeping her from landing face first on the floor.

For that, she was grateful as the action saved her pride from bruising.

It did nothing to soothe the light ache in her chest, however. That was inconsequential in this very moment. She needed her arm back and she was going to try something that would take them both to the floor in hopes that her friend would relinquish ownership of her arm, which she needed for punching him.

Arturia hooked her leg around his and tugged forward in hopes that she would knock him off balance.

Date: 2012-07-02 02:56 am (UTC)From: [personal profile] knightexemplar
knightexemplar: found this via google - let me know if it's yours (Saber - smirk)
Well, that wasn’t exactly the direction Arturia was aiming for them to fall and had she been sober she probably would have judged the situation far more carefully. She also wasn’t sober enough to brace herself for the fall and once again found the air being forced from her lungs as the larger man landed on her.

She coughs softly before stumbling to her feet in, what she was positive was a graceful display in rising from the floor but in actuality was little more than the woman clumsily pushing herself to her feet.

“I’m certain that equates to at least one point for me,” she sounded out of breath but she wasn’t ready to give up on the fight. She was probably too inebriated to willingly give up any fight at this point.

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