Danger in the Alley

JP with Winteroak and Gonyaul:

IC: As you make your way back into the city and towards the Drunken Hare you take the alleyways of Lowood.

As you turn a corner a tall man in a black cloak slams into you. You take a step back, and start to apologize before you see a blade flash towards your throat. You jump back surprised as the blade cuts through the top of your garments. You feel the cold iron slice your chest. The man's face is cover by a dark cowl. He does not relent in his attack.

Gonyaul winced but didn’t panic, his reflexes simply reacted. Thank goodness for 20 years of training in the evasion heavy Vaux’Ikogu on tapān, or else he would have been on the ground trying to keep a sanguine flood from covering the earth. He was surprised at how urgent the attacker was in their pursuit, it lacked finesse and strategy. But bullying shock force could also be very effective.

Gonyaul literally flipped backwards and once he started moving it didn’t stop. That flip turned into another unpredictable flip like motion, that while started high, was now low, and then angles in relationship to the attacker to at any time in a dodge produce a counter strike. It started to resemble a dance like tumbling to a degree.

Yet he wasn’t choosing to strike back yet. For one, that would have put him slightly closer to the man’s reach with the blade, which he was trying to put distance between. And two, he was trying to get out of the alleyway where this confrontation would be publicly exposed and maybe instantly neutralized.

His outfit was actually a blessing for this moment. The flourish of the fabrics with the dervish like motions helped to obscure his actually form underneath to a degree and cause distracting visuals.

Despite the florish of flips and movements the twisting and dirty alleyways of Lowood or not exactly spacious by nature. Although surprised at the action the attacker simply barreled into Gonyaul sending both crashing to the ground, sprawling into the mud. The man used his momentum and strength to pin the younger man on the floor while trying to stab at his unprotected side.

Gonyaul grunted hard as they hit the ground together, both men would soon become mud covered canvases; in Gonyaul’s case mud on whites and pastel blue.

The attacker may have thought he had the advantage, but Gonyaul was encouraged by this change of events. Out of the two, Gonyaul was most likely the more experienced grappler on the ground.

With amazing flexibility, Gonyaul twisted his body using leverage to break the man’s strength and position advantage. Simultaneously his other legs knee came up and into the opponents diaphragm hard. His left hand reached across his body so that he angled his elbow up and struck in the outside aiming to remove and potentially render the man’s stabbing right arm free (blocking the blade getting near his side). This followed by his left arm overhooking the man’s right arm. His right hand grabbed the man’s left bicep and pushed outward to force the attackers complete loss of upper body support and balance. All this to setup a scenario where his other leg could hook up and bind the right leg and the other leg kick the attackers knee downward; effectively flipping the two with Gonyaul now in command with the attacker face down and arm and body pinned with tension because his body wouldn’t want to bend that way.

If the swift and unhesitatingly quick move was successful that is. If not, he would instantly counter to whatever was happening in the moment at worst causing frustration to increase for any opponent that just couldn’t seem to get things to quite workout the way they wanted.

The man struggled with the technique his victim was displaying. But this was a brawl not some finesse contest. As the man in the strange robe positioned himself so that he would be twisted towards the floor face first , he simply brought his head down on Gonyaul face, hitting his nose and face. As his face slid down towards the floor with the pressure being exerted on his arms, he clamped his teeth on the man arm bitting down hard, whole trying to wiggle free.

Gonyaul didn’t tuck his chin quite fast enough for the head butt he saw coming; because he could feel he didn’t get enough outward exerted force on the man’s left bicep to keep that possibility from happening. His eyes watered as the force rocked his head into the ground; fortunately the mud gave way like a cushion. If the ground had been winter hard it could have been much worse. His nose started bleeding out the nostrils

Gonyaul held disciplined strong and using his body as leverage wrenched the bound knife arm at a disgustingly inappropriate angle trying to harshly break the man’s knife arm at the right elbow while simultaneously hyperextending the right shoulder.

He screamed in abrupt pain as the man bit his arm. Fortunately he had thick linens wraps from wrist to elbow on. The man was getting more a mouth of linen and not breaking any skin. Gonyaul was going to have a nasty and painful bruise though under the fabric.

The man dropped the knife as the pressure from Gonyaul almost broke his arm. The blade clattered on the wet floor as his teeth kept digging into the man arm (not forearm). The two rolled around in the mud and dirty floor vying for position and advantage over the other.

He tried using his other arm to claw at the young man's face, searching for his eyes.

Bring his head closer to the young farmer's face he growled.
"Ya been rooting for trouble, pretty boy. Ya and them pretty peaches will get what is coming for ya." He said trying to bring his mouth closer to Gonyaul face.

Each attempt the man made to claw at his face was thwarted, especially now that the man’s right arm had lost power from the forces just applied to it and Gonyaul had two arms available. His right arms elbow went sharp and hard into the man’s ribs; designed to create distance between their upper bodies. His left hand went across throat and Lower jaw harshly (force his head sideways and prevent him from being able to see directly downward and move closer) and wrapped around the nape of the neck.

Gonyaul rolled in the opposite direction on purpose. During the move, that would pin the left arm of the attacker, he brought both knees up, placed his feet in the man’s solar plexus and kicked in one continuous motion as if his life depended on it. The hope is that it would send both parties sliding across the mud a good distance in opposite directions of each other.

"Oy!!!! What are you two playing at?!???" Both men heard a voice shout. They heard someone running in their direction as they lock gazes, their bodies now apart in the mud. Gonyaul assaulter got up and sprinted away from the voice vaulting over the prone figure of the the farmer who tried to grab at the man's legs missing them by inches.

Before he could get up and give chase a wooden baton was pressed to his face.
"And where do you think your're going sweet cheeks?" A city guard asked him with a grin.