[X] Fight
"Don't worry Edro," you say with a dramatic sigh. "If it comes to that I'll take after your dad and just ... run away."
You can't see him, but you more or less hear him. A long, low sucking sound, the quiet cracking of his knuckles. You duck beneath his punch and skitter between his legs. There's a meaty thump as his punch sinks into his cousins stomach. Althal doesn't flinch, but Edro shakes his hand a little.
"I'm going to fuck you up, Proudclad," he says, stabbing a finger towards you. You strafe around out into the open.
At first glance he has the advantage. Also on second and third glance. You don't even come up to his shoulder. His arms are thicker than your legs. Is he on steroids? Can you make fun of him for that? No, maybe not. Instead:
"Good thing you've got Al to help you."
Edro snorts. "Don't even try. I'm a pirate."
Yeah, that was never going to work. Edro strolls forward and takes a casual swing and you step back. The breeze tickles your nose. He grins and comes up on his toes and raises his hands, palms out. His elbows snap out. You beneath one and lean away from the other, but it grazes your temple. You stumble backwards and get your bag up just in time to catch a punch from Althal. Your feet leave the ground.
You land badly. It's too early in the morning. You hit the tarmac hip first ten metres back, roll a few times then bounce back to your feet. Edro is almost on top of you, he's a lot faster than your cousin, so you pull out the baton in your bag and crack him over the head. He takes a few steps forward, slowly, then falls onto his knees.
"I'm a pirate too, you know?" you say as blood trickles into his eyes. You poke him in the forehead and he topples backwards.
Althal slows to a jog, comes to halt. He glances between you and the stunned, bloody Edro.
"I'm not going to get away with this, am I," you say. Althal smiles slightly, then drops you.
-v-
"You get into a lot of trouble, you know," Beriliz says, stirring a swab in a glass of alcohol, before roughly dabbing the corner of your lip. You wince, and make a very unmasculine noise in the process. Someone in the background laughs at your expense.
"It doesn't matter, though," you say.
"No, I suppose it doesn't. So long as you're able to make the cruise."
She grabs you by the forehead, and smooshes a plaster into your skin. It's not exactly tender care, but you won't complain.
"What were you even fighting about, anyway?"
[ ] Tell her about Edro's bullshit rumour.
[ ] 'It was just Edro being Edro'