Scene #7931: Knights of the Desired Takeout

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Chains Knight	The rules specify that the combatants start one hundred paces apart. One pace is not quite equal to one American yard - but it is close enough that a football pitch (the not American sort) can be used, with each knight starting in one of the goalie boxes. This isn't a stadium - this is a public field, part of a wider sports park area, with tennis courts and a baseball diamond and various other fields laid throughout, with a running track circling it entirely. It's a nice place to spend the day, whether or not you're dueling. Chains is waiting inside a covered pavilion adjacent to the field, sitting at a table in the shade, next to a cooler full of drinks. He's running a coin inbetween his fingers as he waits, occasionally flipping it and checking the result, his expression hidden by his helmet as usual.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	It's seen before it's heard--a hissing roar that grows louder and louder until you can feel it in your chest. All hard angles and thick plating, like something meant to fly through a warzone. The sun gleams upon this green beast, its rider seeming almost normally-sized. The massive, feet-forward hoverbike banks as it lowers to the ground and slows down. The noise goes from a constant roar to violent staccato bursts, until even those slow down. Held aloft by some invisible force that disturbs the air around it, the bike touches down slowly outside the pavillion. A cloak of reedgrass and peonies billows out behind seven and a half feet of green machined plate and black bodysuit. A tusked bucket helm regards the approaching pavillion via t-visor. Bercilak approaches the table, axe in hand. "Thou must sikerli be Chains Knight." His axe, every bit as tall as he, its head enough to shield near completely the average adult human's upper body, is slung passively over one shoulder. His free hand is extended in greeting. "Bercilak of the High Wasteland, so als the Green Knight. Didst Kukuru bisaie the manere of souping she shalt yeve the winnere?" Barring any attempt to stop him, he presumes to have the conversation on the way to the field.
Kukuru	The knights have at least one potentially familiar spectator joining them tonight. As promised, Kukuru arrives at the pavilion with the prize for the victor of tonight's contest: A box. Not a small dinner box, either, but a full sized fit-for-repeat-deliveries box that's just under twice size of her head. It's undoubtedly filled with all sorts of goodies that can already be smelled by the time she gets inside, but it's tied firmly shut (with a neat little ribbon to boot). "This should be a neat little thing... How do you think you're gonna do?" She asks both Chains and Bercilak while looking up at the pavilion's shade, scouting it already for a nice spot to hoist herself upon rather than sitting to watch the proceedings from a normal seat. She eyes Chains' coin curiously, too, distracted by the shiny before noticing Bercilak's flowery cape and taking a slow whiff of that (personal space be damned). "That'll be a surprise. Um... Neither of you are allergic to fried meat or fish or garlic, right?" She's not very good at hiding what's in that box. Eventually, though, she snags a drink (an energy drink or something alcoholic, if available) before clambering up that pavilion to settle in and lounge from her somewhat-raised viewpoint. Kukuru also sneaks a few bites of something from her pocket when she thinks nobody's looking. She's not looking too carefully for observers, though.
Chains Knight	Chains remains seated until Bercilak gets off of the bike, and then stands up. "Indeed. You may call me Chains Knight." He's closer to 'tall human plus armor' in terms of size, so Bercilak certainly has him beat by a considerable margin, and while there's no signs of unfitness beneath the armor, he's certainly not as built out, either. "That is a nice bike," he observes. "Certainly very high level, if it can fly." In answer to Bercilak's question, he gestures to Kukuru's offering. "Fill to bursting with edible treasure, I'm sure," he says. "None of it less than rare. In terms of rarity, not a measure of well-done-ness," he clarifies. "Call or flip, by your choice." On the way out to the field, Chains hands over the solid gold coin he was holding, indicating Bercilak should examine it. "To be flipped for choice of end of the field, and first strike," he says. The design on the coin is implaceable. One side has the head of what is probably a king, along with scales and some random markings that look like the idea of runes, while the other side has a pile of treasure in front of some monument.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	"O? Gramercy," says the Green Knight. "Glathe am I ofheren thou lik wel mine courser. Verily, hit has ofserved me wel--but so als couldst I speke of hit nigh al-dai. Bahaha!" An amiable clap on the smaller knight's shoulder. Does he have any allergies? Bercilak's gauntlet is brought down, gently, upon Kukuru's head. "Nay," he says, answering her question with a gentle pat, before she finds her seat. Taking Chains' coin, he turns it over with thick, armored fingers. "Veri wel. Heds," he says, tapping his finger on the king's head. He very lightly flicks it with his thumb, so as not to launch it high into the air and make a deadly projectile of it. The coin turns over several times...
Hiromi	Hiromi's arrival is one notable most for its deceptive suddenness. Deceptive, because it wasn't sudden. She'd simply walked here, doing nothing particularly strange in the process. Sudden, because she possessed no presence until the moment she chose otherwise. Now that she is here, it's impossible not to notice her. There's a lingering, background sense of oppressive weight even from a distance. She's a distressingly foreground presence in a background position, but it's not a sense that one can't effectively set aside through intuitive adjustment. She's simply, very much, Here. The earth beneath the pavilion rises up, under her feet, until she breaks a small portion of the seating and shade, both, to sit next to Kukuru. By putting her own seat a good foot lower down, she's only a bit over a foot taller than her fellow Concord Partner. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, Hiromi watches Bercilak and Chains Knight, with interest, while petting Kukuru like a cat.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	...before it lands in his open palm. The depiction of the monument, with treasure before it, is plain to see in his large hand. "Tails," he nevertheless announces to Chains. As he extends his hand to give the coin back, Bercilak turns his head. The sound of disturbed earth--could it be? It could. Bercilak lifts his axe, nodding at Hiromi in a one-handed greeting.
Kukuru	"It tastes better if it's not overcooked." Kukuru practically confirms the done-ness of whatever meats are in the fancy box even after Chains gives his explanation, taking away just a little bit more of the mystique hidden within her mystery box. At this rate, though, the mystery is just going to end up being the flavor rather than the contents before the contest even ends. The gentle pats coming from both the Green Knight and the Archwolf, meanwhile, have the whatever Kukuru is visibly losing her legs. Not literally, of course, but she certainly seems to enjoy the shows of affection. Bercilak might just have earned her favor at some point, and Hiromi most certainly has if the fact that Kukuru's slowly inching her way into trying to drape over her lap is any indication. "That feels nice.. Ah. Try not to break too much stuff out there!" She calls out to the gladiators, waving one arm overhead to try and get their attention. "I can fix people up, but not stuff, okay?"
Chains Knight	Chains takes the coin, and holds onto it. "I take the north side of the field," he says to Bercilak, and then glances over at the pavilion. "... Ah. An unexpected guest. Welcome!" he calls over. "There are drinks in the cooler there." He assumes she drinks things, anyway. "The rules, to restate what we agreed to last night - We start one hundred paces apart, which is about the length of the goalie boxes from each other. Once combat starts, you may go where you wish." "We play until the other yields or is unable to stand, by whatever means that can be accomplished by the other." "No outside interference. I do not think any of my allies would interfere, in any case." "And - Paris mulligan rules, not London, and loot is by need or greed." He glances over at Kukuru. "I shall cover whatever damages we cause to the park, or to the field," he says. Then back to Bercilak. "To our starting points, and signal when you are ready - I shall throw the coin, and attack when it hits the ground." He makes his way over to the north end of the field, positioning himself squarely, in the goalie's box, and pulls his length of steel chain off of the belt holster, and grips onto it with one hand and the coin with another. When Bercilak signals, he throws the coin - and the moment it hits the ground, swings the chain overhead. It extends in midair - implausibly gaining more chain links as it flies, and slams down vertically at Bercilak's position!
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	Chains doesn't give Bercilak much time--but he uses what time he has wisely. As the chain races downwards to meet him, the haft of Bercilak's axe meets the ground. Bursting from the earth is a jagged circle of cypress knees, that enclose around him like a domed mouth. The chain shatters a portion of it, a fine powder of splinters flying from the point of impact. A split second later, the dome explodes utterly, and through the particulate cloud, Bercilak rapidly emerges. As the Green Knight races across the field carried on microthrusters flaring bright blue behind him, the gouge in his armor grows more visible. It was a clean blow at the right pauldron--and it is slowly mending itself. After an erratic zig-zag up the field, the Green Knight stops about ten yards short, turning his hips after his landing to kick up an occluding spray of astroturf towards Chains. The blunt butt of the axe's head crashes into the earth, a blow made from the shoulder and driven straight down with extra movement from the hips. The ground shakes from the impact, and no sooner is it made than does Bercilak rocket forward again, on the offensive with a thruster-assisted low sweep, attempting to snag Chains' ankle. His hands shift along the haft, channeling the momentum for a followup overhead--the axe's monomolecular edge gleaming a sickly green as it's brought down a second time.
Hiromi	Hiromi isn't one prone to either waving or nodding ackowledgment, but Bercilak, and his greeting, are definitely seen. It's not hard, given her clearly stated interests, to guess why a duel would draw her out. She's had others work to observe and bring what they've seen back to her, but seeing it with her own eyes, feeling and smelling and hearing it on her own, is obviously clearer. Kukuru is entirely free to act like a small, friendly animal in Hiromi's presence. Most things are 'small animals,' compared to her, anyway, and instinctively natural behavior is the kind she most readily allows. Some would claim the whole 'four fingers and a thumb' thing is more 'human' than 'wolf,' but she's a wolf and (sometimes) has hands in that form (being very convenient for headrubs), so, those claims are necessarily false. "Rip his arms off," she encourages Chains Knight, at a volume that manages to be perfectly audible without being 'a raised voice.' She might just want to watch Bercilak regrow them.
Kukuru	The battle begins, and there's alraedy strange feats that Kukuru doesn't have an easy explanation for. Thankfully, Chains reassures her that he can any damages to this rather nice looking field, so at least that's one less thing on her mind. ... Right until Bercilak starts splitting the earth and kicking astroturf around. There's a mild twinge of anxiety creeping across her face, but she settles back down at the attention Hiromi gives her. Although she's most certainly not a small animal and questionably human enough, Kukuru isn't about to stop that friendly hand. "Oh, that could get messy. But... Chains said he'll handle cleanup costs, so it'll be okay." She sounds more worried about the potential mess than whatever levels of mild-to-ultra violence Bercilak and Chains opt into with this duel, even kicking her feet up in an alternating pattern behind her while spectating this whole thing. "Although if Bercy gets his hands on Chains first, then it might go the other way around." A beat, and then she cranes her neck sideways to crick it lightly. "But I can fix that if it happens, too, so it'll be fine. Don't worry about it, and fight your hardest!"
Chains Knight	"-Ah." Chains wasn't expecting sudden plant growths. "A knight of a different sort of green," he observes, as he yanks his chain back. "And - one that can repair-" He realizes mid-sentence that now is not the time for monologuing, now is the time for defensive maneuvers. He goes to drop his chain and grab his deck of cards from his pouch- - Too late. He gets tripped, and the axe comes down. It's not a clean hit - glancing off of the chain link armor he wears, and not doing more than bruising the flesh underneath. And, more importantly, the deck of cards he had been pulling out gets dropped, scattering everywhere around the north end of the field. Desperately, Chains scrabbles in the dirt to grab seven of them - any seven of them - before Bercilak can follow up with another axe strike. "- There! Shield Bearing Brothers!" he yells, not so much throwing out one of the cards in his hand as much as unceremoniously letting it fall to the ground. Immediately, a pair of burly bros, shirtless with jeans and headbands, appear behind Chains, and leap over him with tower shields raised. "Righteous," says one bro, as he attempts to do a jumping rush to push Bercilak back. "Radical," says the other, who gets behind Bercilak with shield raised, attempting to make him the meat in the shield bro sandwich. And it is indeed a pressed sandwich.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	"FUCKING ILLE!" cries the Green Knight, in elated response. Bercilak is an unusually large man, armored heavily from head to toe. None of it, apparently, goes to waste. Ducking low and wide, Bercilak is carried by a feathering of those thrusters, boots carving a furoow into the ground. The gym bros press their shields into empty air. And near instantly, Bercilak's wrapped his arms around them, axe planted firmly behind him. "SIBS!" He bellows. "I AM MUCHLY BILOVEN OF THY GERTH. Verily... let us journei to the PLACE GYMNASTIK SOM-WHANNE!" With a bellow of joy, he hurls them to the ground, one after the other. On a dime, it changes tone--friendly teasing? "COK-TOSE!" He then hurls, armored finger pointed accusingly at Chains. With a belly-laugh, he's lifted backwards into the air, hand outstretched just in time to catch the axe and uproot it. "Thy manere of batail is most craftuous," he compliments, as he falls to the ground. "Thou must enjoi the chase! BAHAHAHA!" The butt of the axe strikes it so hard that a fissure opens up, racing to meet Chains! The Green Knight is having fun--the unexpected summon (to say little of its form) evidently a favorite kind of foe. But he's having so much fun that his arms are spread wide open at the other end of the fissure, the classical bro challenge stance.
Chains Knight	"Radical!" says one shield bro as he goes flying. "Fucking ille, dude!" says the other, deciding that this is a good turn of phrase as he's thrown into the ground. "The chase is the whole of the thing!" agrees Chains. "What good is reaching the goal - when the story ends afterwards?" He manages to get to his feet, just in time for the fissure to open up in the ground. He's not nearly agile enough to get clear, and falls into it as it spreads beneath his feet- "Game start!" - and then, suddenly, he is agile enough, managing to steer himself towards one side of the fissure, and wall-jumping off of it, reaching the other side and wall-jumping again... ... landing on the edge of the fissure, and grinding across the lip of it, feet held sideways as if his armored boots were a skateboard and the fissure was a staircase rail. And from there - jumping from the rail grind, leaping high up... "The chase - like SO!" And attempting to footstool-bounce off of Bercilak's head, and use that to gain some distance between them again by landing in the south end of the field!
Kukuru	It's brothers! "Wait, but I thought we weren't supposed to get involved." Kukuru murmurs as she watches the burly brothers posing with their tower shields, tilting her head slightly to observe them from a new angle. She's definitely not trying to eyeball their and Bercilak's height to see who's taller, and she's most definitely not ogling that manwich when Bercilak turns it into an open-faced sandwich or something. She does go quiet for a moment while she's definitely not staring, though. Just long enough to raise suspicions, even, before she snaps out of it to instead see THE CHASE beginning after more fissures split the earth. Kukuru claps, even, when Chains pulls off some sick rail grinds, and then she snaps her fingers while turning to Hiromi. "Hey, do you think we could do that? I saw these kids at another park doing that with skateboards the other day, so how hard could that be?" She asks innocently enough, not quite realizing the sort of hell she's about to get herself into.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	"Spake witfulli," agrees Bercilak, his next words replaced by a startled grunt. Chains' impact drives him backwards, stumbling for a moment. More than long enough for Chains to land at the south end. A low chuckle escapes him as he turns to face Chains. The axe impacts the ground again--and the field becomes an arena. Trees with branches broad enough to be walkways in themselves encircle the field, without blocking the view of Hiromi and Kukuru. There are gaps between oaks, meant to be jumped through or over. Unusually thick-branched willows perfect for swinging from one place to another, and rows of pines meant to be rapidly traversed across the top, or else cleared by impressive long jump. "Aflen, thanne--for Bercilak enjois the chase so als." The roar of his bike is present for only a momnet, before he's leapt into the air with axe raised high, and landed on the running board. Climbing in, he rushes Chains down, a thick cone of white fire spewing from the craft's thruster. The axe, held upright, adjusts its angle slightly, and Bercilak banks around him. The blade of the axe sweeps from the bottom of the massive thing's running board, making a wide arc held even halfway down the haft. The bike's drift cuts off, Bercilak choking all the way up on the haft to hold the axe right at its beard--now a punching blade. Or, held with the eye forward, a battering ram. The bike charges straight at Chains, Bercilak attempting to chase him onto the arena's course with battering thrusts of the axe's eye!
Hiromi	"'The story ends afterwards?'" Repeating the question without the question-word moderately compounds the usual, odd auditory effect of Hiromi's mimicry. Pondering this arrests her attention, away from considering the two summoned brothers, and the knight's appreciation of their physique. 'Wait, but I thought we weren't supposed to get involved.' A moment's consideration returns the answer, which Hiromi gives Kukuru. "They're beneath." The intricate almost-word sound carries the combined meanings of being hierarchically below something, in classification, organization, and authority, a conceptual sub- prefix. "Is allowed." 'Hey, do you think we could do that?' "Yes." After a moment, "I can. Can you?" Now that there's a reason to stare with potentially discomfiting intensity into her eyes, other motions have temporarily ceased, as Hiromi waits for Kukuru to answer the (technically, in the moment, unknowable) question.
Chains Knight	Chains is again startled as the field changes. "Such prowess!" He lands on his feet, though - continuing his part of the chase, jumping and ducking and using thick branches as ledges and springboards to gain some height. "Making the Green Knight of the stories seem a pale imitation..." Acrobatic maneuvers aside, he doesn't get very far before Bercilak catches up - and he has a split second to come up with a plan, then, as 'keeping his distance' is as of yet failing. "And so fast - and yet! That speed shall be your downfall!" As Bercilak closes in and attacks, Chains throws his namesake magical chain out ahead of himself. He takes several hits from the axe, wearing down his armor - that can't be helped, he's more focused on the task ahead of himself... ... Literally ahead of himself, as the chain has weaved its way around several trees and obstacles, forming a steel web in midair! It's got several places where a single agile person could slip through, but for someone on a motorcycle, at speed...?
Hiromi	Observing the growing trees and long branches, Hiromi says, "Strong. Good for running." Considering the just prior topic, she adds, "Or sliding. If trusting to made paths. Not always direction wished." But her mind is still on that thrice-previous point. "Some chases end in killing. Eating. Consuming life, power, strength. Some chases don't end. Drifting off, carried in river-current. Returning? Maybe. Some chases end in..." And then she doesn't finish the thought aloud.
Kukuru	"Beneath..." Kukuru repeats for her own benefit as she mulls over Hiromi's answer, clearly not getting it at first. There's even an attempt at mental math as she counts something off on her fingers and murmurs incoherently to herself, then discards whatever she was doing with a quick shake of her head and more of that intense, focusing look in her eyes. However, when she starts putting things together (and remembering that deeper meaning conveyed through that deeper-than-literal sense in Hiromi's tone), there's a knowing look in Kukuru's eyes as she nods with a satisfied look on her face. "Yeah, I think I understand now. Well, as long as they're all okay with it." She giggles softly, then raises an eyebrow at Hiromi's confidence and her question. That has Kukuru mulling over things again, not answering right away when she realizes Hiromi's staring right at her. Instead of being put off or cowed by the size difference, however, she maintains an unwavering eye contact that's zero parts challenge and all parts affection and conviction. "I've never done it before, but I can try it. It looks fun, and I'm sure you'd be a great teacher~" And thus, Kukuru jumps to the wrong conclusions.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	Someone on a bike, at speed, is indeed a poor fit for a tightly spiderwebbed screen of chains. Bercilak's armored behemoth nevertheless crashes into it anyway, its armored plates working like a futuristic cowcatcher to deflect them from his path as they snap. Snap they do--lancing into the exposed portions of his body. The tension is enough that an armored arm falls to the earth. Scarcely a second passes before a new one is grown to take its place--bone and implants race muscle and skin, until a green hand flexes testingly. The axe reappears in his hand, and he laughs uproariously. "PER HAPPES SO!" He cries, over the roar of the accelerating craft. He catches up to Chains shortly--just after the first segment. This part of the arena is a series of gaps evidently placed to encourage running jumps. "OTH THAT, PER HAPPES THY CRAFTINESSE ONLI ENHARDENS ME!" Over uproarious laughter, his axe and the bow of that armored hoverbike are a constant, harrassing presence through this segment. Chains has enough of his own tricks to keep from having to 'color in the lines,' so to speak--but Bercilak is determined to make even creative approaches difficult. In between batters with the axe's eye and attempted ramming with the bike there are also broad 360 overheads, and devious hook attempts at the most inopportune times. The end of this portion approaches--and, cutting around for a deadly game of chicken, so does Bercilak, bare arm raised high with axe in hand.
Chains Knight	"En- enhardens you?" "I do not know whether to take that as a compliment or as-" Chains cuts off as he takes another axe hit, the stream of attacks wearing him down. He's not nearly at the end of his rope, but he's starting to see his health bars showing more red than green. "Well then, if you're that hard up... GAME START!" He adds another twist of gameplay to the mix - Arcadia's SHMUP style. He throws his chain out, not at Bercilak, but to the side, breaking a seemingly random branch - and as it breaks, a <B> icon appears in midair, which he veers off course to grab. "Then consider this hard mode! SMART BOMB!" He lands on another branch, twists around, and 'fires' it. Immediately, from every direction, chains lash out across the 'screen' - or rather, the area immediately surrounding Bercilak, simply oversaturating the area with steel chain attacks for a moment!
Hiromi	"Teaching, maybe." Hiromi's never fundamentally opposed to the idea of physical growth, nor the growth of physical skills. Her attention is back on Bercilak, watching the arm regrow. Thoughtfully, "Quick. Cutting, small openings, only. Tiring, maybe? With long hours." She's already tussled with Bercilak a couple of times, but she hasn't tried repeatedly tearing him in half. Some things only become clear in their effect when tried over and over, she knows, because of the parts that can't be seen. He might not even know his own limits, and would then not reveal them even out of cautiousness. What a troublesome thing that would be to discover, without entirely breaking him.
Kukuru	Bercilak's joyous response to the battle has Kukuru laughing along despite herself, and she's watching particularly closely when one arm comes off only to be replaced by a new one. There's a sympathetic pain to be felt, sure, but seeing this sort of healing happening with someone else... It's actually giving her some ideas. "Ah, so he starts with those... neat. I should-" She starts, then pauses as she looks at her own arm. Only then does she shiver uncomfortably, then refocuses on the fight once more as Chains Knight proves to not be the only one confused by the enhardening thing. "So he's like ... Huh. Yeah, using that many at once might work better for fighting, but if he's worried about..." Kukuru trails off again, apparently letting her mouth get ahead of her brain one too many times before finally taking a minute to process again. "I know I get tired after a while if I keep using that healing stuff. Bercy looks like he can keep it up way longer and harder, though, so it really depends on if Chainsy can keep it up, too." Kukuru adds to the commentary alongside Hiromi, tapping on her chin once before reaching up to try and give the Archwolf some of those headrubs in return finally.
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	Bercilak acquits himself admirably in hard mode. Sensing the shift in the exhange, the Green Knight fights and flies more defensively, adapting his style for the nature of Chains' weapons as best he can. There are so many of them that inevitably, he and the bike are both struck--himself pierced clean through in places. The seat and the running board of that hoverbike are stained red, but Bercilak is as spirited as ever in his defense. The axe is choked all the way up, the same arm used in swift motions to trap the chains against his abdomen, pull them taut with a sudden pitch or thrust of the bike, and break them. The bike rolls and loops wildly, still determined to chase Chains, if in a notably more circuitous way. With scores cut into its plates and its rider worse for wear, the bike roars towards the other knight. At the last minute, Bercilak changes his grip, using the haft of the axe to bludgeon Chains at-speed. Racing past, ahead of the track, Bercilak banks at the edge of a long gap filled with pine trees. Staring down the other knight, Bercilak feathers the accelerator, coaxing hissing roars of challenge from the stationary bike. A few tense seconds pass, and Bercilak makes another charge. "Thou'rt sportful in wis!" This one's a fake-out, an attack made not with a swipe of the axe but with a broad sweep of the vehicle itself, attempting to fishtail right into Chains. Bercilak covers another option, mid-sweep, swinging his axe overhead, far down the haft. It circles in the opposite direction of the bike, intending to catch an attempted jump, before Bercilak rockets off again.
Chains Knight	Chains perches uneasily on his perch, staring down the other knight, in as much as he can be observed to be staring through the helmet. "This is - precisely the sort of battle I had been wanting," he says. "This is how it should be!" Bercilak charges on his charger. Chains goes to evade - jumping from the branch to attempt to get back into motion, and falling right for Bercilak's feint - the axe intersecting and tearing through more of the chain link armor. He lands, and on landing, immediately raises his hands. "Enough! I yield, well fought!"
Rubi-Kan Vagrants	The bike's engine dies down, the craft itself slowly dissolving in a wave of blue light. Bercilak dismounts, his axe dissolving in the same fashion. Unarmed but armored, he approaches the other knight. "Thou ifought wel, so als," he says. "Anau, the chase is done. But it was verily a sporteful chase, nay?" "...that for-saue," he utters in the same tone as 'that being said,' remaining still as the holes in his armor slowly mend themselves. His helmet turns down, peering at the other knight as his palm, outstretched, strikes the trunk of a nearby tree. "The sporte nede not die, onli bicause the chase hath." His tone could imply several meanings for 'sport.' Letting the silence hang for a moment, he laughs heartily, then leaps off of the platform to impact the ruined field with his full armored bulk. Bercilak strides up to Kukuru and Hiromi. "Thy felaue is a knight most craftuous and sprakli in his batail--ak todai victorhed is the Green Knight's." His armor fades away, revealing an outfit that looks appropriately 'space biker'--jeans, a vest, a graphic tee stretched over his broad chest. In several places, his clothes are poked through with bloodstained holes, yet his skin is green and unmarred beneath them. "Glathe shalt I be to ihunt him ayen--" he says, coming to a halt before Kukuru and Hiromi. Looking right at the Archwolf, "And thee." He then takes a knee before Kukuru, head bowed, hands upheld to receive the bigass meal box she made.
Chains Knight	A prompt shows up asking if Bercilak wants to roll NEED or GREED on the dinner container, per the rules that were establihed before the duel. ... It can be safely ignored. "A sportful chase indeed, and worth every effort, though a chase in which you proved to hold the edge..." "... ?" He doesn't seem to get what Bercilak is implying. After a bit more pondering, he shrugs it off, and limps over to the pavilion - also curious as to what all is in the loot box, even if he doesn't get to be the one to open it.
Kukuru	The battle comes to an end, and Kukuru breathes a light sigh of relief when it doesn't end with someone losing more arms or other vital organs. The horned woman sits up finally as the combatants approach the pavilion, too, clapping lightly in celebration of their performance. "Nice work, you two. You both fought really good out there, but a promise is a promise." Beaming at Bercilak, Kukuru moves to retrieve the GREAT BOX OF still pretty hot/very warm food brought along as the prize. She clears her throat as she approaches Bercilak, standing a little taller and puffing her chest out a bit more to fake a proper sense of regal bearing. "Sir Bercy. Today I bequeath onto you a... Dinner!" She places the fancy ribbon'd box into his waiting hands, and Bercilak can feel that the thick box is still decently warm. The smell of the food is hard to hide, though, and it's entirely likely that anyone here could guess what's inside before Bercilak even gets to open it: Fried meatballs, grilled fish, vegetable fritters that are still crispy in some spots, and sauces separated into their own little containers. There's enough of each thing to act as a meal on their own, so this definitely isn't meant to be eaten in one sitting by one person. There's not much in the way of carbs, though. Clearly, Kukuru doesn't believe in food balance.
Hiromi	"Saving strength," Hiromi wonders, when Chains yields. It might not have been going too well for him, but she can tell, he could have kept going. He was being cornered, with a regenerating opponent, but it wasn't an inescapable position. After a few moments, though, she concludes, "Wise." If his forethought extended as far as her predictions, then to back off at this point was sensible. There would be other meals for which to fight. Hiromi's hand returns to scratching Kukuru behind her ears, entirely without looking at her, up until Bercilak approaches. Somehow, she doesn't react to the food, though she does to him. A wolf's smile, even if it's in a form that looks like a human's smile, isn't the same. Its substance and meaning each differ. Bercilak should have little trouble parsing out, whether he's he had so much experience with lesser wolves, or not, the meaning behind the vision of teeth with which Hiromi graces him. "Good." There was something she was saying earlier. And again, those words. "Chase. 'Sporte.'" She pauses, as if finished, before saying, "I chased a human, once, years ago, when I'd come from misty valleys. Sneaky. Small. Slippery. Good climber, good runner. 'Good shot.' Led past ruins, ghosts, roads, forests, towns. Caught her, then. Chase ended." The aggressive display of teeth is painted with other emotions. "First to take my blood, and run with me. First of my mates. 'Sporte nede not die.' You know these, too." That seems to be all she'd wanted to share, as she rolls off her high earthen throne, lands on her feet, and begins her walk away.