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Post by Erik on May 9, 2011 23:05:00 GMT -5
Erik's eyebrows rise. "That man is clearly a coward, not wanting to have the axe returned to him. He ought be shamed, not fit to fight among his friends and kinsmen. A brave man knows that his toss might be turned back upon him, but makes it anyway."
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 23:10:51 GMT -5
Danny shrugged, "Fair enough then."
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Post by Erik on May 9, 2011 23:12:53 GMT -5
"Care to play a round, then? Bet I can take a thumb, at least."
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 23:16:17 GMT -5
"I'd prefer you not," Danny replied, "I only have two of them, I've eight mostly useless fingers, try for one of them." Still he took up a position, and cracked his knuckles.
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Post by Erik on May 9, 2011 23:21:46 GMT -5
"A Northman with balls!" Erik says with genuine surprise, "How very rare. Best of luck, mate."
He pulls the axe from his belt and lobs it underhand in Danny's direction.
"We'll start you off slow."
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 23:23:28 GMT -5
Danny caught the weapon carefully by its wooden handle. He tested its weight and heft for a time. He'd thrown plenty of axes. At stumps, at trees, even occasionally at people. The throwing part didn't concern him. Only the catching. He tossed it back in Pyke's direction in a straight line about eye height.
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Post by Erik on May 9, 2011 23:27:07 GMT -5
Pyke ducked, his hand shooting up automatically and catching the haft.
"Some fire in you, Northman!" He called, "From whence in this vast frozen waste did you say that you hail?"
The next throw was faster, sidearm and at knee-height.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 23:29:45 GMT -5
Danny caught the axe very high on the handle, an inch or two more would have been a bloody experience.
"I'm a Flint, of the mountains." He said. He threw the axe towards Pyke's off-hand side.
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Post by Erik on May 9, 2011 23:37:57 GMT -5
"Thought only wildlings lived in the mountains." Erik answers, before turning to catch the axe midway up the haft with his right hand. "Though it makes sense that the Starks would've brought them to heel." The return throw was aimed a bit over Flint's shoulder. Best not to seriously injure him yet.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 23:44:35 GMT -5
"Wildlings live beyond the wall," Danny replied, after he brought the axe down behind his head. "Though sides from bending the knee to Lord Stark, there's not many Wildlings as could tell the difference from us clanfolk neither, so I ain't blame you. Same Old Gods, Same old ways."
He lobbed the axe back.
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Post by Erik on May 9, 2011 23:53:53 GMT -5
Erik caught the axe easily.
"I do like that. You lot haven't bent the knee to the Seven, same as us. 'Tis for the best, not following their weak Andal Gods."
His next toss was fairly slow, aimed at Flint's gut.
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Post by The Flint on May 9, 2011 23:57:45 GMT -5
Danny side stepped, since if he missed, he'd prefer not to take the axe in the belly. He caught it just be the last portion of the handle, and it swung around and nearly caught him in the forearm.
"Don't know how they can hear their gods speak," Danny said, "They never shut it with the bleeding singing." He threw the axe overhand, but it dropped height rapidly.
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Post by Erik on May 10, 2011 21:17:45 GMT -5
Erik realized that he wouldn't be able to catch the axe, and so hopped over it while it skittered along the floor, prompting a burst of laughter from the spectators.
"Well, the problem, as I see it, is that they do their singing indoors," He answered, not bothered by the guffaws, "All their worship, for that matter. Their Gods are supposed to be up in the sky, aren't they? How're they supposed to look down on them if there's a roof in the way?"
He turned to pick up the axe and inspect the edge after its landing.
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Post by The Flint on May 10, 2011 21:23:42 GMT -5
"Are they in the sky? Well whatever, They're fools anyhow." Danny suggested.
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Post by Erik on May 10, 2011 22:10:31 GMT -5
"That, I'll drink to." Erik answered. He grabbed his beer from a nearby table and raised it in Flint's direction.
"Are you amateurs done with your religious discussion?" Balon Drumm asked. "The rest of us had hoped to play a bit more, and none of this slow-toss aurochshit that you were doing."
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Hope you all are well and happy.