An Arm and a Leg (Daryu)

[nalia]

The gerudo sat at the bar, idly spinning the mug with a hand. The last dredges of amber liquid swirled at the bottom, forming a small vortex with the rotations. It wasn't often that Nalia was bored, and when she was she needed to find a way to combat it, and fast. Inactivity was unwelcome for the warrior woman, and she was liable to get irritated quickly, no matter the blade at her hip. She seemed to decide something, and finished the drink in a single motion before discarding the glass as she stood swiftly. Well, what she was about to do was going to be hilariously fun for her, and could perhaps perk up the odd lethargy that seemed to be about the place at the moment. She wiped her lips, and as she did she grinned. Oh yes, she was going to pound down a lot of pride within the next few moments, and the majority of the patrons would either love her or loath her. Regardless, it had to be done.

The gerudo cleared of a nearby table and banged loudly on it, attempting to get the attention of the company. When that seemed to fail, she let out an ear-splitting whistle that perked no few heads and sent some of the more irritable drunkards to glare at her. No matter. "Oy, Listen up you lot! I am giving any manjack or woman amongst you a chance to prove your worth against the lot of you." Grinning rather broadly, the woman plunked her ass down on the chair and pushed up her sleeve to her shoulder, propping her elbow on the table. "I want to see how many of you think you can strong-arm me into submission. If you win, you might just get something." Her fingers flexed. "Who's brave enough to face down a big, bad gerudo hmmmm?" As the declaration was made, a few patrons stood and looked at her with a certain glint in her eye. As one of the hylians sat across from her, her grin turned into a satisfied smirk.

The two clasped hands and waited, the gerudo giving the man a sly look from across their clasped hands. "Pretty sure of yourself, aren't ya big boy?" Another hylian seemed to appoint himself referee, and looked at the both of them before slapping his hand on the table and backing up. A brief moment of struggle, the man's arm was brought crashing down to the tabletop with an audible bang. "Awww, better luck next time." The gerudo laughed as the man left his seat. "Alright you lot, who's next?"

[Daryu]

Daryu pretty much barged into the bar with absolutely no restraint, a wide grin on her face and a fair number of rupees in hand. She had just won a bet with a body builder down the street and so she had a fair sum of money. Naturally, this would be spent on drinks, but she was pondering between just getting herself plastered or finding a good drinking buddy for the day. Before she would begin shouting for a partner, she heard the slam of a hand on wood, and her eyes quickly moved to find the source. A hylian male and a gerudo woman arm wrestling at a table, with another acting as a "Referee". Their match didn't take long before the man was brought down and he left the table.

Daryu had just found her drinking buddy.

Slamming the small sack of rupees on the bar, her mouth grew into a mix of a smirk and an extremely eager grin. It was almost menacing, actually, given the horn extending from her forehead. Her knuckles let out audible cracks as she approached the table, elbowing the man who was trying to approach out of the way and taking the seat for herself across from the Gerudo. The red eyes in her head made her appear like a Sheikah, but the horn was unlike any race, and aside from that she had the looks of a largely built hylian woman in all aspects.

"OI! BARKEEP! Bring us two ah' ya' biggest mugs a' tha stronges' stahff 'ere!" she shouted as her elbow slammed down on the table, her hand held open and ready. The chains from the shackal on her arm rattled and shook with the movement before eventually calming down. Her intense gaze never left the Gerudo and her expression made it obvious that she was looking forward to this.

"Lesse if ya' as good as ya' look, sand sistah!" she meant this in no insulting way, but actually as a compliment. Daryu was fond of the gerudos, as they too resided in an environment similar to some desert Gorons and put pride in strength and skill. She just never had the money, time, or motivation to travel all the way out there, especially now that she couldn't go for days on end without food or drink. It was slightly handicapping, but she lived just fine bumming around Castle Town.

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[nalia]

Out of all things Nalia could have pictured as an opponent, her next one was definitely not one of them. It was another woman, but that wasn't the big surprise. Red eyes, a sharp horn and enough muscles to let the woman pass for a bodybuilder. Which, she probably was. Despite the intimidation factor the other was packing, Nalia couldn't help an overeager grin reach her face. And Daryu definately helped the gerudo's consideration of her by getting the drinks. She hadn't had any of the strong stuff today, but she didn't mind it at all. And if the other was paying for it, then all the better, right? As the bartender was getting the order, Nalia took a quick peek at the gathered spectators. Most of them were spellbound at Daryu's sheer size, and some of the bulkier ones were balefully making comparisons.

No matter. She may not win this one, but never say that Nalia Temmaril backed down from a challenge! Still grinning, the gerudo wrapped her calloused fingers around the goron's, muscles clenching in preperation as the volunteer referee made everything set. A smirk, and she replied. "Ah, probably not as good as you, but I'm gonna damn try right?" The signal, and then the fight was on. The swordswoman's arm pushed against the iron strength of Daryu's arm, attempting to merely fight in inevitable push that would happen. All Nalia was hoping for was to draw this out as long as she could, but a victory wouldn't be remiss.