Games for Adults (Anjella)

"Are you really sure about this, cousin?" Jubrayl asked. "This guy is an animal. He doesn't care you've got a pretty face or nothing, neh? Once that bell rings, he doesn't stop."

Anjella eyed the man across the roped-off ring from her. He was a big shoanti, black hair cut into a pair of crests that he pulled back into a thick warrior braid. He was already bare chested, old and fading tattoos intermingled with several nasty looking scars. He was sweaty and glistening, and he snarled when he saw her eyeing him up.

"Oh, I'm sure, cousin," Anjella said, and slipped off the outer cloak of her black robe. This left her in the baggy, flowing pants favoured by Varisians, also in black, and her loose red vest with the high collar. Taking off the outer cloak revealed the thread of gold stitched decorations on the back of her vest, which culminated in a winged eye crest over her heart, and another larger one between her shoulder blades, flying in thread of gold flames. Beneath the vest all she had on were simple cloth bindings to keep her tits covered and in order. Her torso bare, Anjella’s defined abs and the corded muscles of her arms became much more obvious.

Jubrayl eyed the back of her vest with a raised eyebrow. "You aren't planning on a dead god stepping in, are you?"

Anjella smiled. "No." She cracked her knuckles, then kicked off her boots so that she could feel the dirt of the arena beneath her feet, leaving her in just ankle wraps.

"Do you mind if I bet against you, cousin? Because I mean no offence, but I have seen Cougar Firepelt fight several times."

"Bet how you want," Anjella said as she stared down her opponent. "It's your coin. Now leave me be."

Jubrayl moved back, leaving Anjella with her thoughts as the crowd around the ring got louder. The ring itself was just a simple square made from thick ship's rope, strung between the corners of four buildings down near the docks. One of those buildings was the Fatman's Feedbag, a scummy bar which her cousin had assured her was 'a place for friends and family.' Anjella knew what that meant - it was the headquarters of the local Sczarni.

In the short time they had been connecting during the afternoon, Anjella had learned a lot about her cousin Jubrayl. Not only was he a member of the Sczarni family, but he was the leader of the local branch. He had at least a couple dozen members in and around town, plus other contacts. He must have had his finger in every dirty and criminal venture in the surrounding hinterlands, and he ran a tight ship - the law, and the sheriff, had never come close to touching him.

The problem was that Anjella didn't want to find a place for herself in the world based on her relations. She wanted to know, and wanted everyone else to know, that she'd earned it. That's how it had been on the streets of Korovsa for her. That's how she would do it here.

A big, heavyset Varisian man with mustachios so large they curled and drooped down to his jowls stepped under the ring rope and held up his hands, quietening the spectators. "Alright. Straight pugilism today. Keep it clean - no grabbing, no kicking, and definitely no biting. You got it?" Anjella nodded. "You hear me, Cougar?" The Shoanti man grunted. "Alright, the fight ends at knock out or yield. Start on the bell."

The referee retreated back behind the rope, and a pretty Varisian woman with wavy black hair cascading down to her waist held up a brass bell and hit it with a hammer.

Cougar came forward, snarling like his namesake, charging with his fists up.

Anjella darted forward as well, skipping on the balls of her feet instead of powering, and she nimbly ducked under the first huge haymaker fist of her opponent, punching him with a hard one-two combo to his muscled side as she slid under his strike and turned to see his back as he rushed past.

The crowd cheered at the first strikes, calling back and forth as they continued to offer bets.

Cougar didn't seem to lose any momentum as he wheeled and came back at Anjella, charging again but with a slightly less reckless gate. This time Anjella danced backwards, keeping her distance as he tried to close with her, turning them in circles. She reversed her footwork twice, changing the direction of the spin at the same time, and watched Cougars eyes as he watched her feet and hands.

On the third reverse, Cougar jumped forward with a confident snarl, only to find nothing but air - Anjella had reversed footwork as before, following the pattern, but had backpedalled instead of turning. She hammered her right fist down on Cougar's outstretched bicep, followed it with a heavy uppercut to the ribs with her left, then cracked him across the jaw with her right before skipping away.

Cougar spit blood from his split lip, but otherwise seemed unaffected. He danced forward, and then the real fight started. Despite his ferocity and recklessness, Cougar really did know what he was doing. He was quick for a man so big, and the glancing blows he landed were heavy, while the more solid blows Anjella could pummel into his ribs seemed to barely do anything to the muscled Shoanti warrior.

The thing was, Cougar could only land glancing blows. For all his quickness, Anjella was just a step quicker. She danced in and out of his guard almost at will, spinning away and changing her footing, putting him off balance and allowing her to make her annoying strikes. The frustration was palpable as Cougar turned another missed punch into a wild backhand that had little power, but managed to solidly connect with Anjella's cheek. He took advantage of her going off balance at the surprise strike and grabbed her by the shoulder, spinning her and pulling her in to a heavy punch.

Anjella wriggled out of his grip at the last moment, taking the heavy punch to her upper left clavicle and rolling backwards with it away from Cougar. She came up on her feet and glanced at the referee. The heavyset man just pursed his lips in flat judgement.

Cougar came on, and they traded a few more light blows, then the big man managed to grab Anjella again, this time by the back of her vest. He brought his opposite forearm across, intending to savagely clothesline her, but she raised her arms and dropped out of the vest and rolled away, leaving her bare chested except for her wraps.

The crowd whistled and hooted. Bets had stopped flying and the men and women were all cheering for whoever they had placed money on.

Anjella stood and pointed across the ring at Cougar, as he clutched her vest in one hand and then threw it to the ground with a bark of laughter. "Grab me again and the rules are out the window," Anjella said.

"What rules?" Cougar laughed. He punched the air twice, and then opened his fists and came at Anjella with open, clawing hands.

Anjella backpedalled, faked right, then spun and kicked high in a roundhouse. Cougar ducked her flying foot and took a step forward, right into the path of her other foot as she quickly spun her torso and brought the back of her opposite heel into a hard blow right on the side of the man's head.

Cougar spun away onto the ground, and Anjella kipped up from her back to standing again.

The crowd was cheering. People were pulling their hair in exasperation at their losses, while others crowed their winnings - the odds had not been set in her favour.

Anjella walked over to her vest and picked it up from the dusty ground, brushing it off, while several younger lads from the crowd rushed forward to take care of the **** Cougar.

"Some people are going to say you cheated," Jubrayl said over the din, leaning close to Anjella over the ring rope.

She shrugged. "He cheated first. Are all fights in Sandpoint so cavalier with rules?"

He grinned and shrugged back. "Everyone around here knows Cougar doesn't follow rules." His smile deepened at Anjella's scowl. "I did warn you, neh?"

Anjella shook her head and looked down at her vest again. It was filthy.

"I'll get it cleaned, don't you worry, cousin," Jubrayl said. "I'll even pay for it out of my winnings."

"I thought you were going to bet on me losing," Anjella said.

"Nah," Jubrayl said, swiping his hand through the air as if to ward off a fly. "I bet neither of you would win. And you both disqualified yourselves!"

Anjella shook her head in wonder at her older cousin. "I'll want a drink, and a cold steak to put on my cheek. That backhand was a bitch hit, but he still caught me with his knuckles."

"Done, and done, cousin," Jubrayl said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he pulled her to his side. He started walking them towards the Fatman's Feedbag, scooping her black cloak from the arms of one of his men. "And over that drink, you can tell me again how you got sent away from Korvosa. I have a feeling it is much more interesting than I thought it would be."

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