Stable Strife

[Lord Eamonn of Eohmark]

Stable Strife
"there are some disputes and confrontations that cannot be resolved by words alone..."

Lord Marshal Eamonn of Eohmark

Eamonn was well aware of the fact that Maahes had not been himself, for the poison had gone to his head, but that did not excuse his actions, and Eamonn did not take it lightly. Eamonn was over reacting, but was it any surprise from a soldier who's wife was not in the army and was with child? Maahes unconscious actions could have cost him, and right now, Eamonn was venting out that anger. Turning on his heels, he Marshal left the war room and headed outside. Already the two of them had a near encounter before, this only continued and was the result that both men had known would happen sooner or later. There had been much that Eamonn had seen in his years of fighting, and Maahes was far from intimidating to him. Eamonn did not have to look back over his shoulder to know the tall General was behind him, though he did not see the smirk upon his face. Eamonn's own features were set in a permanent frown as he stormed out of the castle and towards the stables, where behind the establishment for the horses was a corral where horses were trained. Approaching the fenced in area, Eamonn grabbed the gate and slung it open. Green eyes turned to the brute who was similiar to him in more ways than one. ``Here.`` He spat out venomously, closing the gate behind him and stepping towards the center.

General Maahes of Avaria

The other man's blonde hair passed over his shoulder's in the wind, and for the moment it kept Maahes's attention. He did his best to keep up with Eamonn, so finding little subject matters like that to keep his mind entertained and away from the pain. "What are your rules, Lord Marshal." His raspy voice smoothed over the air like steam rising. Both were still wearing their armor should they keep it on? Eamonn's steel vs. Maahes's lightweight leather didn't sound very equal though on which end? Armed to the teeth, Maahes would not allow weapons, and soon the straps of every blade were undone tossed to the side. The men who trained him, who raised him to be such an animal relied heavily on hand to hand combat, so they were not needed. Maahes did little speaking as it was not his nature, but perhaps he would try to calm the man. However, deep down he wanted this just as bad. There had been a line between this pair that could divide a nation, and perhaps this would be the key that would start to break it.

Lord Marshal Eamonn of Eohmark

While Maahes' armour was comprised of mainly leather, he would find that Eamonn's was similar in fashion, though there were pieces of metal about to help reinforce that leather armour. Because he was a man of the calvary, heavy armour would only hinder him further. He needed to be able to move about without restrictions. But Eamonn was a fair man and would not wear armour for this, seeing that the man was already at a disadvantage. However, he did not care about Maahes' condition; he was walking and felt well enough to accept his challenge and come out here with him. Rules? Eamonn began to undo the bracers from his forearms. ``No steel. No weapon. No armour. No killing. I don't want Avarian blood on my hands.`` He replied dryly, tossing the bracers to the ground and undoing the chest plate. Eamonn was not only savvy with sword and steel. Any soldier needed to know how to protect themselves and fight without the advantage of a weapon. There was no calming Eamonn at this point, Maahes needed to be taught a lesson, striking Aislin was the last straw to the already existing distaste for the man. Once all his armour was shed and in a pile on the ground, with the addition of the gambeson, he was left in the thin, under tunic, breeches, and boots. The blonde turned green eyes to him and frowned, stepping closer and raising his hands, one formed a fist while the other was held in defense near his face and upper body, palm outward. Shifting, he circled Maahes and even though Maahes had an inch or two on him, Eamonn was not a weakling, half a life of war and hell did not breed frailty.

General Maahes of Avaria

The man stood across from with such rage and anger that Maahes felt as if he were looking upon a reflection of his own. Such desire fueled so many battles once before, and all had been in the name of life rather then revenge. No he was not so hell bent on justice, but perhaps it would be where he stood. The clasps of his chest plate were released to bare flesh and the cold breeze swept over his skin. Maahes was born under an unforgiving sun so his attire changed little. Loose fitting hide pants fell overtop of heavy boots, something he would probably never get used to. Wrapped around his torso was the care and precision of Eamonn's wife. She knew her trade well, perhaps could even rival that of the healers he had come to know well in Avaria. Her stitches were straight, and his life dangled on the edge of oblivion; he would forever be in her debt. Yet, was this how he was going to repay her? No there would be weapons, but that would mean he would have to trust Eamonn, and this horseman has given him not reason to. Hell did not breed frailty no, but Maahes was bred for this very reason. Parents placed together for their strength and size he was conceived for the life in an arena; the same reason he and Anulia had met. Her defiance, his strength would have made a great off spring don't you think? "Your wives hands are soft." Muttered under his breath, as to edge the man on. He knew the only advantage he had over this man in his condition was that of anger. He would keep his cool, mind open and following thoughts clearly while Eamonn moved on fury--lived off of it. He took a deep breath and squared his feet with his shoulders. Ready.

Lord Marshal Eamonn of Eohmark

There were many reasons for the fight here today, one of them being retribution for the abuse of his wife, but also his own anger and frustrations that he would never admit openly. This was his life, he lived by the sword and more than likely die by it. Eamonn had almost done so before, but it was at the hands and skill of his wife that kept him alive to this very day, and he was more than protective of her. Too many times he came close to losing her and grew tired of insults and injustices upon her. Eamonn, like Maahes, came from a place that bred their people to be strong and durable folk, while their chief economy was equine. They were of the best and most elite calvary and horsemasters. A hybrid of Celt and Norse, the people of Sevenwaters had their way of life, and why not as harsh as Maahes' his childhood was not a basket of flowers. Hearing the man's comment, Eamonn growled and his face turned into that of a snarl. ``Shut up.`` He warned through gritted teeth, though anger had flared, he was doing all he could to keep himself in the proper mind frame and not swing wildly at Maahes. Green eyes glared at the man as he noted his stance and steadiness. Eamonn was a fair man, and while he still had that dagger in his boot, it would never make an appearance. Forever would it be hidden and from sight, a precaution that he had learned to make a habit. Never be so unarmed that you were without proper leverage. Seeing that Maahes was not going to make a move first, Eamonn did, swinging a fist aimed for the side of Maahes' head, the other ready just in case. For a man so tall, Eamonn was rather light on his feet, and knew that even in sickness, Maahes still had more weight on him and would not hesitate to sling him around like a rag doll.

General Maahes of Avaria

Eamonn's fist followed through, but his head would tilt just enough for the punch to only graze the side of his face. A hand would come up to take hold the man's wrist, as a distraction he'd hold it there until the other lifted and curled. With Eamonn's own force forward Maahes would use the blunt end of his elbow to crash into the man's chest. Teeth were clenched together as pain rippled over his entire form, but for now no sound would escape his lips. If Maahes were a cruel man he would continue his run with comments of the woman, but he would correct himself with a reminder as to why they were there. "She is a kind woman, you are 'lucky." He breathed against the man's ear and pressing him back. This Beast had no reason to attack Eamonn and could play defense all day, yet something deep inside told him not to toy with this one.

Lord Marshal Eamonn of Eohmark

With his wrist seized by thick fingers, Eamonn could feel the strength that was building even as he stood there. Already, they were gathering a crowd, a few of the stable hands pausing to watch a grueling match between two military men of high importance. His weight had been thrown forward with the attempted punch, and being so close to the General, the elbow that came was barely caught, but he did not have enough time to react. The elbow cracked into his side as he twisted away, his ribs taking the blunt of the blow instead of his mid-chest. Eamonn stomached the pain through gritted teeth, and that free hand he had left grabbed the bulging upper arm of Maahes, keeping the man close. There were many ways to press Eamonn into a frenzy that not even Maahes had seen, and speaking about his wife was one of them. It was a hot topic he could not stand. Men lusted for his wife, he was not so blind to see that, and they were always trying to pry her away from him. Maahes was thoughtful in stopping himself from baiting Eamonn anymore than need be. ``SHUT UP!`` Eamonn shouted, before jerking forward and slamming his head into Maahes, hoping such a blow would stun the man and make him let go.

General Maahes of Avaria

Eamonn would perhaps be surprised to learn Maahes had never bed a woman, and that was the very reason of Aislin's hit. No she was not trying to seduce him, nor do anything other then help, but her hands as well others were against his flesh. The very thought of another's touch made his skin come alive like a thousand spiders with eight legs each ran over his darkened shell. He could not stomach being touched, and the thought of two bodies pressed together completely ran his stomach over. No there was no desire their for Aislin, and over time the Lord Marshal would learn that. As the man's hit crashed against his skull he threw his head back and stumbled away. Eyes closed for a moment as to try and ride himself of the stars that now swam about his head. A dirty blow, but a good one nonetheless. Now that made his own fury fuel. A man after his own heart, the white twin to an Egyptian born. However he came to his wits and eyes lowered to the man. "I would have never hurt her.." His voice was low as the world span around him. The perfectly placed bandages starting to turn a nice shade of red as crimson blood broke free from stitches torn apart. Maahes moved after the man then fire burning inside his chest only egged on by the pounding of the African drum that made up his heart. Like a lion on it's prey he left the ground with the force of his body coming down. His hands gripped at the man's shoulder's pressing his chest back, and no matter where they would land he would be gripping the man's tunic until their faces were facing one another. "Such a temper will be your undoing." Lord God look who was talking? Though his lesson was learned years ago while in the midst of a war that Maahes almost lost for his own blind anger. "YOU would be wise, to keep it in check!!" He half growled eyes wild and on fire like the sun. His head was still spinning from the blow, but he has had enough.

Lord Marshal Eamonn of Eohmark

No thought had even been given to the personal life of Maahes, Eamonn made a point NOT to get involved if he did not have to. Frankly, Aislin was the first woman he had ever been with in all his life. There had been none before her, nor would there be any after her. He was possessive of his wife because so many men had lusted after her and what they could not get freely they would try to take. Eamonn killed a man for it. No one disrespected his wife. He did not care if no one respected him, but he was protective of his family, and that included Aislin. With that sharp crack to the head, Maahes stumbled back, and both men backed away from the other. Eamonn winced at the pain in his side thanks to the blow from Maahes. It hurt, but it had to be ignored. Eamonn had worse before. Taking a deep breath, he stood at the ready as Maahes turned near feral and charged him. As his shoulders were grabbed, Eamonn's hands went to his upper arms, and together they fell, hit the hard ground, and rolled. When they finally came to a stop, Eamonn was on his back with the copper-skinned man on top, gripping his tunic. ``But you DID! YOU struck my wife! Your damn ferocity did!`` He fired back at the Egyptian, who was a near twin to him, though he would never admit it or realize it fully. ``DON'T lecture me on tempers when YOU have your own!`` The Marshal shot back quickly, glaring up at Maahes venomously. ``I HAVE kept it in check, or else I would have hunted you down LONG before now! Look to yourself before you send your tongue wagging! NOW SHUT UP!`` He sneered, and sent his knee upward and into Maahes' lower abdomen as hard as he could.

General Maahes of Avaria

Maahes did not move as the hit struck hard. Holding his weight by his arms his head hung over the man. The cough could not be suppressed but he did his best to keep his lips closed. When they parted blood seeped out of them and onto the other man's tunic. His breath came in ragged short huffs as he moved away from the man. "Your anger runs much deeper then mine.." His voice was so much weaker now, quiet and no longer fueled by rage. "You white man, can not heal from the scars." No he was not talking of the flesh. The back of his hand came to wipe away the blood that stained his teeth and dripped from his lip. With every last bit of strength he had Maahes now slowly made his way to his feet. He cried out, like a wounded wolf as he could not control any portion of the pain. The stable hands smiled at Eamonn, as he had just won this fight. However much to their surprise Maahes's body shook in an attempt to regain some kind of strength. One dirty shot for another, as that was where Maahes's stab wound was, and had this been any other man perhaps they would be dead. "You..have..reopened mine.." He held the bandages at best he could but blood was seeping through his fingers. "We need..your..help.." Maahes lowered his gaze on the man and raised his fists. Staggering a bit, he prepared for another attack. "If this is what it will take to get it so be it." However he had a woman he loved on the other end of the battle, and unknown to him a son missing. Two worlds apart this pair, but of the same heart and mind, yet Maahes would give his life so easily if it meant Lord Marshal's assistance in finding Tommy and putting an end to Percival's reign.

Lord Marshal Eamonn of Eohmark

Blood from Maahes had dripped down and stained the collar of his tunic, but Eamonn did not care. Maahes had to pay, not to mention this fight would perhaps teach Maahes to show the Marshal a little more respect. Respect, it was earned, never given. Eamonn knew that his hit was precise and acute, for Maahes coughed. Eamonn's anger was dying now, and realization was hitting him hard at the fact that Maahes was weak, and the fight was rather unfair because of such. Still, Maahes was not without his good blow to the side, which probably bruised or cracked a rib. Under the tunic it was growing black and blue, turning uglier by the minute. When Maahes moved away, Eamonn slowly rolled to his feet. It was not about winning, it had never been about that. Eamonn wanted to teach Maahes a lesson in hitting him back for the damage he had done to his wife, and to gain clarity on where the two would stand. Slowly, he got to his feet, wincing again. ``And who are you to give a damn about my anger? It did not seem...to bother you before. Suddenly now the beast has a heart and feelings.`` He sneered, taking a slow, deep breath. Green eyes lowered to Maahes' torso and saw the blood. Part of him felt horrible for the blow, but then again he reminded himself that Maahes came out here knowing what could happen. He chose it. Eamonn did not move another inch. Instead, he stared at Maahes, and actually listened. ``We? TWICE I have dealt with the horsechyte you and your people have brought upon Skye, my wife and children were THREATENED by one of your own. I do not take too kindly threats against my wife and children who are NOT soldiers. You chose this fight, Maahes.`` He sneered, before turning to one of the stable hands. ``Don't just STAND there you fool, GO GET A PHYSICIAN!`` Eamonn roared, before turning his eyes back to Maahes. ``If this alliance is to work at all, there needs to be an understanding. There needs to be RESPECT. Respect me, and I will respect you. Respect my family and my people, and I will return it. Like you, I WILL NOT see those I care about suffer injustice. What say you, Avarian? DO we have an understanding?`` He asked, arching a brow as he stepped closer to him.

General Maahes of Avaria

"Then... we are at.. an understanding." The cough rose up again in a rush of fits and blood; what remained was spit away from the pair. "I do not need your Physician." There was the Maahes they all knew. Half of the words the man spoke were missed, but the meaning was clear. No this had not been fair fight, and perhaps someday there would be a rematch. "If this fight had been about respect it would have ended a long time ago." As he caught his breath and pressed the wound to stop the blood flow he felt the world returning to him. Scars, brands and a man's initial's were carved into his chest, but believe it or not behind that rock hard exterior was a pretty damn big heart. Maahes was no villain and desired the very same thing Eamonn wanted. From day one this pair had not gotten a long, and perhaps this would help a little. He had hit his wife, deserved the fight, deserved what he had, but the respect had been there from day one. Perhaps he had not shown it so eagerly, but Sorcha would have been all she wrote for Maahes to gain respect. Any man who stuck by his mate, and child was class act. Nostrils still flared as breath passed heavily through them. Maybe Maahes needed to turn this one on Peregrin. Did they need to shake hands? Or was this where the barbaric nature of both men just kept them still. Dark eyes upon green, ready to fight back if he pressed forward. However, a silence fell around them as the wind pressed through the valley. What now, a staring contest to out do any other?

Lord Marshal Eamonn of Eohmark

Eamonn rolled his eyes. The man was as stubborn as he was. Good. They were at an understanding on one thing, but if Maahes thought that Eamonn was uncaring about his injuries...he was wrong. Eamonn had been brash here and wanted to deck Maahes for what he did to his wife. With that accomplished, there was nothing to do now, except speak plainly, that is unless Maahes wanted another go around. ``I wasn't ASKING you if you did or not.`` He snapped back pointly, no malice, surprisingly, in his voice. Maahes had no say in this matter of a physician. Eamonn knew about the seriousness of torn stitching, and he was not about to have the man bleeding all over the place. ``This fight is MORE than just respect. You offended my wife by marring her features. She cannot deal the same blow as you and I can. That blow COULD have been more serious than it was. Thank the gods it was NOT. But now you know what will become of things if my family is EVER harmed by you or anyone else. You have ME to deal with.`` And Eamonn was the storm to Aislin's calm composure. Eamonn would die for his wife and child, there was no mistake there. A blank expression took place of the angry one, as he stared at Maahes flatly. Like Maahes, Eamonn did not like people touching him, it was why he was ready to slice off Ark's hand when he touched his shoulder. Personal space, it was a thing for Maahes and certainly one for the Marshal. ``Sit down before you call down, Avarian. You need to have that wound checked over. You are no good to Avaria bed-ridden or dead.`` He told Maahes, before wincing and moving over to his discarded armour. That was going to be a pain in the ass to put back on, no to mention he needed to get his side looked at by his wife after she tended to Maahes, just to make sure Maahes' elbow did not crack a rib or two.

Commander Danae Galanos of Avaria

Merick would come and inform Danae that the two men were still duking it out in the arena. Danae headed straight for it and walked in, seeing that being the case. A single brow would arch and just the fact that both men were being stubborn as hell irritated here. "You two ...if you wanted a real fight, you should have waited for him to heal. One man should not take advantage of another while he is down." No.. Danae wasn't trying to pick fights here, just hoping to talk some sense into both men. It was senseless to fight over something that was obviously an accident in her mind but that was her opinion and the Lord Marshall had his. "Just end it now... pull out your willies, compare size and move along...for the love of Aphrodite" Danae shook her head and crossed her arms over her chest as Merick and Balian both stood at each side.

Lady Aislin of Eohmark

Aislin was not too far behind Danae, already having two healers behind her with items she might need for both men. Confidant strides took her up to the area, before she saw both men and their conditions. Once more a long draw of air was taken into her lungs, making her chest expand beyond the fabrics of the dress. Maahes was bleeding from his chest and she was already assessing what she might have to do to help stop that. Ocean eyes moved towards her husband, but she went to neither man and had pointed to them, sending the other healers to their sides to help them both. `` Ye both will be heading to the castle now so that ah may look over ye. `` When Danae mentioned phallus size, Aislin rose a brow.`` Ah hope this did nay turn into a fight about yer phallus from a accident. That would of course make little sense. What would the difference in yer phallus' make?`` Aislin was slightly confused, but tried to hide it. Why was her husband worried about another man's phallus? She could not hide the slight frown at both men. `` Maahes, where ever ye be going in yer armor will now have to wait until ah see ye personally. Please do nay try to leave yet. Husband..`` she moved by Eamonn's side and perked a brow. ``Ye be confusing me husband. Ye phallus is worthy..why ye be worried about another's?``

Duchess Beathag Aberdeen

Beathag came down from the castle to inquire after the 'state of affairs' occupying the men folk: a battle to dispense justice. Where was it taking place? The question was answered easily enough by equal parts deduction and the pointing of fingers when she made her way in the direction of the stables. The servants had in the months since the crossing of these people from Inverness learned to respond with a certain level of awareness in caring for the needs or commands of the daunting Court: answer quick, look sharp, and move unless asked to linger. Voices drifted from the stables' corral, so she turned in that direction with Kaelyn and Kendrew as the elected entourage. She tilted her head, one strand of hair framed face where the rest was held inside of a scarlet hair net. Blood, bruises, healers, the women..the event must have been successful somewhere! "Sae, it seems both men have beat the shyte out each other, beh everythin' settled?" It wasn't sarcastic, but a genuine question as to how all was, for the form was acceptable to her. This wasn't the only country where a man could call another into combat to decide a matter. Kaleyn leaned into the fence, just as curious to see how things turned out in the end.

Lord Marshal Eamonn of Eohmark

Eamonn had JUST calmed down from the anger he had for Maahes' actions against his wife, NOW he had to listen to Danae bytch about the conflict between two men. Eamonn rolled his eyes and inwardly growled. The woman had NO idea just how short of a temper he was on. Eamonn and Maahes had just had a bit of a fight here, and now she was going to gripe and lecture? Eamonn frowned and turned his eyes to Danae flatly. ``Oh DO SHUT IT. I don't need a woman to tell me the need for a fight or when one is more suitable. Can you not SEE that it is over, or are you too obsessed with a man's sexual organs to notice such?`` He said dryly, before sneering at the woman and turning to his wife. Well Danae just confused her when she brought up the topic of a man's phallus. TOO much talking! Eamonn growled. ``EVERYONE STOP TALKING FOR A DAMN MINUTE! ENOUGH with the questions and rantings!`` Eamonn was already on a short fuse, and NONE of the were making it better. Though each one had a point to make, and it was made, but timing was too poor after such. Sighing and pressing his lips together, hazel eyes turned to his wife as she approached and he arched a brow. Oh dear gods. Eamonn fought a flush of colour to his cheeks. Leave it Aislin to be blunt. ``I am not worried about the size of Maahes'...`` He cleared his throat. ``Ignore that comment...it is much more than that...`` He told her, taking shallow breaths. Damn Maahes' hard hit, it hurt to take a breath. Yep, probably cracked.

General Maahes of Avaria

Every bit of respect Eamonn might have gained went flying out the window with the rest of the pig's chyte. Did he kiss his wife with that mouth? Maahes moved his eyes to Aislin and he felt shame draw up in them, but for who would be the question. "With all due respect Lady Healer, now that my people have returned I will not be need your assistance." Did that just come out of Maahes's mouth? Such manners and polite words. Dark eyes passed to Eamonn for the last time. "YOU can talk to your woman all you want like that, but you will NOT talk to mine." He did not move forward on the man, just stood his ground. "For now..this fight is over." It was his turn to be angry, to be fueled by the desire to tear the other man's heart out. "When I am healed, and this war is over. You will step foot on Avaria and we will finish this." He hissed, holding his torso where the stitches had burst. "Danae, come with me." He knew that the woman would have a mouthful and for once prayed she would listen to him. "Help me to the docks?" Quick were pigs flying? Maahes was asking for Danae's help? Hell he even reached his hand out for her shoulder. If he stood here any longer she would be carrying him out. Besides Maahes was from Africa did they really need to test the size of each other's....

Lady Aislin of Eohmark

Aislin pressed a touch to Eamonn's arm, trying to sooth him down without words. There were too many, but from all ends. What was done was done. Aislin did not like the fact that Eamonn felt the need to defend her honor, but that was her husband. While other's spoke, Aislin now fell silent, seeing no need to add her own comments.``Very well General. Good journey. Ah hope ye find a healer that has such skill as my own or better. Husband..come please. Let me tend to you then. Myself, Bess and Cormack must tell ye of what we spoke on. General, Commander.`` she spoke gently, giving them both a nod. Of course Aislin did not think her husband should have spoken to the commander like that, but there was no use in scolding him in public. Aislin was not even going to do such in private. She would however point such out gently. One arm wrapped around her husband's side, shooing the healer to the free and open one to help him move should he have need of it.

Commander Danae Galanos of Avaria

Danae still stood off to the side, this whole thing had been between both men and although she did not approve of it, there was nothing she could do even if she wanted to. She would send Merick and Balian over to help Maahes to his feet and help balance him to begin with, both were men and much stronger than Danae currently. Those pale ice blue eyes cut to the Lord Marshall and she would glare. However, when she spoke it was calm. "Lord Marshall, I only wanted to make a point, and unlike you I am able to do so without yelling or insulting someone like you have just done. I would think a man in your position would act and know better...yelling and shouting is to be left to the men under your command... not me." With a roll of her shoulders, she looked to Maahes when he called for her. Merick and Balian stood off to the side then and Danae made her way next to his side. A single thin dark brow arched and she looked to Maahes oddly. What was she thinking? Who the hell was this man and what had they done with Maahes? With that aside, she nodded and would help him as much as she could, Balian and Merick bringing up the rear end. Danae looked over her shoulder, nodded to Aislin and the Lord Marshall despite his lack of manners and short temper. Turning forward once more, she would go with Maahes to the docks.

Lord Marshal Eamonn of Eohmark

Eamonn was blunt. Most of his years were spent away from home. His social skills were lacking, and Eamonn was very blunt. He said what crossed his mind, and that always got him in trouble, just as it did now. But did he care? No. He had been a soldier for far too long to have many social graces, and now, after a fight, a woman was going to come and ram her point down his throat? Eamonn was already on the edge of anger as it were, and she was making it worse. Hazel eyes turned to Maahes first, and as the man's spark of Anger came, Eamonn frowned and sneered. His words were ignored, and he watched simply as the man gathered himself to leave. Then, his eyes snapped back over to Danae, and he matched her glare. ``Think about the TIMING of your points, Avarian Commander. Your points are null and void here, and are NOT asked for. So before you lecture ME, think about who's command I am under, which is NOT yours.`` He snapped back, a hand at his side clenching into a tight fist, before he turned back to his wife. Inwardly, he sighed. ``Very well.`` Was his only reply, before he disregarded the retreating Avarians.

Duchess Beathag Aberdeen

Firghting, fighting! Fighting with words, blows with hands, threats with leering tones promising to be carried out one way or another. No matter the setting it resorted to the most base, worst side that either had to offer. Both men had terrible tempers, invoking tempests, so continuing to bait engourged beasts was asking for trouble. Tempers and matters of social grace were to be dealt with in private. Beathag had enough sense to never redress one in public, no matter who's pride was wounded. There were greater matters to be dealt with, and NO one was going to waltz off to the docks, nor anywhere, after raising the largest red flag of all: conflict in one of their cities. For the sake of adding no fuel to the fire, Beathag learned to conceal her temper, to a point..at least. Alas, that point had been crossed over several times, momentarily demolished as she called out after the Avarians, " YOU WILL HALT!" She took a step from the side of the corral, " You WILL turn around, You WILL face meh." Her voice took on the quality of horse hooves crashing over stone, thunder striking some distant place, "High Ranger, General, ye will send ye people here tae tend ye as we finish wot was begun earlier. Ah dae believe tha' now this fight has occurred, there is another at hand tha' will be demandin' our resources n' the Avarian expertise on this enemy? Given the number o' fights between the members o' each court, n' the number o' times the King has apologized, ah haven't the time tae care wot manners anyone has kicked out nor have time tae make my own apologies. SO...before lose precious time, let us gae and inform the Lord Marshall o' wot was talked on and some thin's tha' will serve as a plan, because believe me...ye will nay make it two steps out mah castle door unless it is tae finish wot was started in MY war room. Sae turn around..n' head tae tha' war room. This is a command, not a request, n' dun make a mistake between the two. Wot e'er is gaein' on out here can continue after Sleat is standin' n' the people are nay dead, hmm? N' I trust ye nay better than tae make objection outloud.." She looked to Eamonn then, and gave him and Ailsin a nod before turning around to walk back where she had come. Whatever pettiness was going on, she knew Eamonn could curtail it in the interest of the safety of Skye, though she wasn't an expert on the Avarian temper, so long as they could follow express commands she didn't care.

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