back off, i'll take you on, headstrong to take on anyone Who: Jareth Monaco and Theo Finch What:Who's the better berserker pissing contest Training. >.> Where: Ashwyrm Training Grounds When: This afternoon Rating: PG-13 (they've both got anger issues >.>) Status: In progress!
He'd already been kicked out of the training grounds at Shieldwyrm - apparently, the weapons and training master didn't approve of Jareth destroying all of his dummies - so he grabbed his stuff and headed to Ashwyrm. No one there really knew him and he could probably manage to coerce some fucking idiot into training with him. There was no satisfaction in hitting a stationary object, especially since it didn't hit back. And he had too much pent up stress to be content with a workout.
The shit from the sewers was still bugging him, and the B&E from earlier this morning had left him even more frustrated, especially since the guy who'd been trying to break in to some fucking broken down hovel in the Tenements hadn't even done anything provocative. As soon as Jareth had walked up to him, the fucker pissed his pants and fainted. He'd at least hoped for some reason to bash the guy's head in before taking him in, but no. He'd had to find the one fucking B&E perp who passed out at the sight of a fucking shadow.
He nodded to a few guild members as he entered the hall, immediately turning left to head into the training yard. He tossed his bag off to the side and looked around. There had to be someone here who wouldn't be a one-hit knock out.