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It was probably that abundance of energy that lead to him ultimately agreeing to the fight. Ernst had a few friends with them but as soon as they stepped out and remembered the blizzard, they all went back inside. Revan was sure one of them would come out to check on the fighters in a little while but hopefully they wouldn't be out there for long. "Never, put 'em up." Ernst said as his arms swayed into some loose form of defense and he surged forward on unsteady feet. Ernst was wasted but he was a big guy and in this form Revan was a little shorter than him... and Revan was not very good at fighting. Most of the time a fight came, he ran. It was more profitable to run than to fight most of the time but in this case fighting was the only way he'd make the money he was owed.
Ernst threw a wild haymaker at Revan that was sloppy in everything but the sheer force behind it and Revan brought both of his arms up to block it. The impact sent him backwards as little and Ernst advanced in a sluggish stumble while Revan shook out the pain running through his forearms. Ernst swung again and Revan dodged it this time by using his smaller size to duck under Ernst's arm and come out behind him. Ernst looked around, apparently having lost track of where Revan was due to the drink in his system. So Revan came from behind and jumped on Ernst, wrapping an arm around the bigger man's neck and trying to squeeze the consciousness from him while Ernst stumbled and fell forward onto all fours due to Revan's weight suddenly upsetting the drunk's balance. Revan squeezed and Ernst gurgled something but he didn't go down. In fact it seemed like he was getting up onto his feet again.
He was definitely getting onto his feet again.
Revan felt himself lifted from the floor as Ernst pushed up, up and onto shaky legs. He wobbled backwards and slammed Revan into the alley wall causing the thief's grip to loosen enough for Ernst to slip free. Ernst barreled forward gasping for air while Revan groaned and gripped his chest in pain. Get up! Get up! He's still standing! Revan rolled onto all fours and began pushing himself onto his feet when suddenly two big arms wrapped around his waist and Ernst began to hoist him into the air. Luckily, depending on your perspective, Ernst was still very drunk and Revan's weight proved to be too much for him to toss causing his legs to buckle and Revan to fall down on top of him.
Landing on Ernst hurt a lot less than being flattened against a wall so Revan scrambled back onto his feet faster than his larger opponent. Ernst groaned and rolled a little on his back like a turtle that had been overturned and Revan took the trills to catch his breath. This night was not going nearly the way that he had planned on it going. He shook out his arms as Ernst rose into a kneeling position and then ran at the large drunk tank, swinging his fist in a wide arc and cracking Ernst across his cheek and knocking him unconscious though it was mostly the alcohol that had done that. Revan yelped- a strange noise he was not used to making, and shook his hand in pain. Ernst had a hard cheekbone. Revan wiggled his fingers a few times to make sure nothing was broken and then rubbed his knuckles.
"I hate fighting." The thief grumbled before looking around to make sure there were no witnesses. The blizzard that by now was making the outside unbearable to even the fighter ensured almost everyone was inside but Revan still gave the area a look. Windows? Clear. Street? Clear? Alley around me? Clear. Then he pat down Ernst's pockets, relieving him of a handful (but not all) of his nels. Revan's logic was that if he took some but not all, Ernst would think he'd simply spent too much drinking the night before. If he took the whole pouch it would be a little more clear to Ernst that he'd been robbed. Revan walked over to his cane, picking it up with his cloak before throwing the cloak on and assuming his limp again. He took a few steps to practice and found it much easier than he'd thought it would be. It was easy to act hurt when you really were in pain.
He limped into the tavern again and told the man's friends that he was outside and unconscious but Revan could not lift him. The friends went rather promptly to retrieve Ernst from the storm and by the time they got back inside, Revan would be gone. He didn't want to stick around long enough for anyone else to cause a scene. He couldn't move far, but the next tavern in Rharne was never very far.
