#brawlers guild

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{TW- Violence - Blood}

A furry of fists, the thundering crowd, the thick air filled with the scent of blood and sweat. This is where Emi belonged.

After the misstep with the Searose Company, her negligence nearly costing the life of a young Archeologist, it was clear she wasn't the most welcome of the crew. Even though Sariah had forgiven Emi for not being at the site on time, the action was enough to make her an outcast to the Company, a feeling Emveah loathed. Once the rescue wrapped up Emi took her pay and split from Searose to find her place yet again, this action led her down a path that opened doors to the Brawler's Guild and her new favorite career.

This was her fourth fight, a run of victories that kept the Monk's blood burning for more, but now she was outmatched. Emveah, a lean and green thing was pitted against a massive Draenei man whose fists struck like a rockslide down a mountain, crushing everything in its path. Dodging had only done her so much, expecting such a large man to move slower and being unpleasantly surprised with his swift strikes, leaving Emveah bloody, tired, and nearing her limit as the behemoth charged in her direction.

It was a snap decision, jumping into the air and mounting the man's shoulders mid-charge, her thighs wrapping around his neck and gripping as tight as possible to choke him out all while landing punch after punch to his face as he tried and failed to pull her off. Emi's choice paid off as the man fell to his knees and passed out from the lack of air, hitting the ground with a thud and throwing Emveah across the ring and against the makeshift wall. Her head was spinning from impact as the crowd went wild, cheering for Emi's fourth straight victory.

The final fights wrapped up as Emveah got bandaged up and collected her winnings, heading out for her typical fight night drinks only to be sidelined by a familiar face, Sariah stood just outside the Guild, waiting in hopes to speak with her.

Emveah took in a deep breath, exhaling a slow sigh before approaching. "Listen I've apologized all I can. I screwed up, but I'm glad you're okay....you are okay, right?" She quarried, now worried about some lasting damages from the woman getting caught up in a trap in an ancient tomb.

"Oh yes, quite well in fact," Sariah spoke with her soft tone and a kind smile toward an unconvinced Emveah. "However, I have been trying to locate you for some time now. I heard you had left the Company and I was furious...Gave the Captain a piece of my mind until he informed me that you had left of your own accord. This troubled me you see."

"What? Why?" Emi nearly shouted in response, having been expecting anger from the woman for being the cause of her unfortunate accident. "I screwed up by sleeping off a hangover. You could have died in there and I wasn't about to stick around and hear it from the Company for three more weeks, so I dipped, but I'm glad you're okay." Emi then began to walk away as Sariah quickly moved to block her path.

"You really ought to forgive yourself, I was the one that moved in without a spotter, I was the one that cause the trap to snare and got caught inside. You are not solely responsible for what happened. Would I have been out sooner if you were there? Yes. Would I still have been injured? Yes. You mustn't place all the blame on yourself. I explained this to the Captain before I learned you were gone." Sariah pleaded, hoping to alleviate the pain Emveah had placed on herself.

"Listen, you're a real nice lady, and while I wasn't the only one that screwed up, I still fell back on some real bad habits, shit I thought I had moved past but clearly that's not the case. So, thanks for trying, but there is plenty of reason for me to be pissed at myself." Emveah then pushed past Sariah and headed toward the tavern.

"Is that why you volunteer to get beaten into a pulp?" Sariah called after her.

"It's the only thing I'm good at!" Emi yelled back at her.