Tag: Fight
TULA: Fiz?! Fiz! Goddess, Fiz, please ...
FIZ: Puh-princess ...Y-your face … is as beautiful as the sky …
TULA: Ohh - you’re a sweetie. Looks like you could use some help.
FIZ: Oh … I suh-seem to be … dying …
TULA: Not today. (begins healing him)
MENTL: Hey, Stud.
RANNIK: “Mentl” - right?
MENTL: Yup.
RANNIK: I am … Rannik.
MENTL: Of course you are. (pause) With a busted wing, no less.
RANNIK: Ohh - just a … scratch.
MENTL: (examines him) Crap - that’s nasty. Bet it smarts, too.
RANNIK: Your gift for understatement is … impressive. Can you heal it?`
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HRRAARCH: <Well, if you don’t need to make water, that’s well. I want to get many leagues under our wings before I have to land. I have seen Urtts on the western side of these mountains, and I don’t want to get in range of their bows. >
IPOLA: <That far east? Truly?>
HRRAARCH: <Yes, though they haven’t crossed the peaks into the desert yet that I’ve seen. But they are - >
IPOLA: <Wait - I …>
HRRAARCH: <You see something?>
IPOLA: <Not see … I feel ->
YANORA: Well, it is my doing. It’s far too late to say I’m sorry - but for what little it’s worth, I am. I’m sorry we hurt you - and to no good purpose. But: Now you’re where you are, with some problems I know and others I can guess - and unless you’re going to go into exile with Dole the Enchanter or something else melodramatic, you need to use the power you currently have to correct your own course.
MALDIK: Hmff.
YANORA: So - if you’ll forgive an impolite question - who are you marrying? As the prospective mother-in-law I ought to know, after all. Needlework, trousseau, that sort of thing?
MALDIK: I’m … uh ... Anina …
YANORA: The bishop’s niece. Well, he’s become bolder and bolder.
MALDIK: Yeah.
YANORA: The entire family is abominable, even compared to ours, and as you can understand better than most, that is a very low bar, indeed. Naturally, the nuptials cannot happen without your brother’s consent and the council’s stamp of approval.
MALDIK: Yeah.
YANORA: Hmm - with enough threats and bribery, I think the Council Of Bishops would vote for it. Nonetheless, your brother is still in the middle of a holy war far far away, so I think that it’s unlikely to happen any time soon.
BETHELA: More wine, your Highness?
MALDIK: Yeah.
YANORA: Paradoxically, I think Gudik’s quite safe in combat, barring the unforeseen. A very good thing that no one is planning to assassinate my older son. Isn’t it?
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EVERYONE: “Fight! Fight!” “Worm fuckers!” “Shit Stain!” “I’ll DO ye fer dat!”
MERTEAN: Oy! You a’right?
BEDIK: (grinning foolishly) Never better!
MERTEAN: (brandishing a full jug of wine) Lookee wha’ I found rollin’ on de floor! I t’ought she needed someone t’get `er out of harm’s way.
BEDIK: Ohhh … Mertean m’friend, you are one worm-fucker in a million.
MERTEAN: An’ up *yer* arse wi’ a rusty pecker, ye heretic bastard. Les’ fin’ someplace quieter to give dis darlin’ de attention she deserves.
BEDIK: After you!
MERTEAN: A’righ’ … Roun’ T’ree …
BEDIK: Round Three it is.
MERTEAN: You go firs’.
BEDIK: Iiii spy with my little eye … somethin’ beginnin’ with …
THRASAN LOUT: Hey. Bedik!
BEDIK: Yeah? Oh - yeah. I know you - wossname, ah …
MORDIK: Mordik!
BEDIK: Rightrightright - Hey siddown -thiss is my friend, Merte- (burrp!) Mertean!
MERTEAN: G’ardee!
MORDIK: You serious? Drinking with a damn worm-fucker?
MERTEAN: Wha - Who’s dat? You called me a-
BEDIK: Hey! HEY! You can’t say that about him!
MERTEAN: Yeah!
MORDIK: What, are you a worm-fucker, too?
BEDIK: Bastard!
MORDIK: Fuck you!
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IPOLA: For anything else, for anyone else it wouldn’t be, Zonn, but this is you, this is me, this is for the world. Not an exaggeration! The world! It is that simple, dammit - I need to know!
ZONN: And you can’t give me one day?
IPOLA: How many days does Erogenia have? I left in the middle of a crisis …
ZONN: All I’m saying is don’t pressure me like this. Or I swear it’ll be like Mimos all over again!
IPOLA: Oh - so!
ZONN: Yes!
IPOLA: Now you bring that up? Now?! Have you been storing that hurt up for twenty-five years just to throw it in my face again? We weren’t any kind of a chain, Zonn! And you refused to wear one, so -
ZONN: I refused? You refused to have any chain but your goddam crown! It still hurt!
IPOLA: And what you did hurt me twice as much! Don’t you blame me for your sexual impulses!
ZONN: I’m not blaming you for that - but it just seems as soon as I find a little peace ...
IPOLA: Don’t you DARE turn your back on me --
ZONN: Hey - this is my tribe, not yours! Not yet, anyway!.
IPOLA: Oo! You -- you --
MENTL: We’re not … gonna ever fight like that - are we?
ZONA: Depends. Are you planning to disappear for twenty-five years ?
MENTL: No, ma’am.
ZONA: Good. Six months without you was hard enough.