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Matt and Amarth had both gotten thoroughly drunk and full by this point. There were mountains of plates on their tables from all the food they put away. I say their tables, because the sheer amount of food wouldn't fit on one, so they each moved to one of their own, then got seconds, thirds... anyway, you get the idea. Eldaire had eaten just a normal meal and drank conservitavely, keeping his wits about him. Heero ate nothing. He merely sat at the table with Eldaire half making conversation and half thinking about his fighting. He instantly noticed the disappearance of the other teams, but said nothing. He considered warning his teammates about getting their weapons, but decided they were well enough trained to win with no weapons anyway. After the fires had burnt out, shouting broke out a little ways away from them. Heero and Eldaire knew who it was immediately. They were a drunken Matt and Amarth... again.
Amarth - "I'm tired of this. I am a prince and I do not have to deal with your orders!"
Matt - "I'm not givig you any orners you phhhhhhhukin' jerk."
Matt had obviously had a drink or two more than Amarth. Regardless, the situation continued to Escalate. Eldaire moved to intervene but was caught by Heero, whom Eldaire had thought was not paying attention till now.
Heero - "You remember what happened last time."
Eldaire - "It doesn't matter. I should still at least try to stop them."
Heero - "It's your life."
Eldaire walked over and attempted to pull Amarth away but suddenly noticed himself flying through the air. Damn he thought as he crashed into one of the tables. After a moment or two of being stunned he crawled out of the wreckage, stood, brushed himself off, and let out a big sigh.
Eldaire - "Don't know why I try. I can't stop them."
Suddenly, Amarth was behind Matt. His speed was obviously superior, but Matt dodged the oncoming kick by leaning forwards, not even looking behind. The lean, however, proved too much where the kick hadn't and he leaned his way straight into the dirt. Amarth tried to come down with a series of punches, but Matt began rolling on the ground, dodging them. Matt continued his momentum to his feet, but saw a flying kick coming his way. He jumped over Amarth, who went crashing through the table ahead. Amarth quickly turned and sent the debris flying with a series of punches and kicks. Matt gracefully dodged the oncoming cups, spoons, knives, chairs, and pieces of the table, but one of them flew over and knocked over the drinks of Team Disgrace. Matt, who up till this point had a huge drunken grin on his face, suddenly became aware of how terrible a mistake that had been and jolted into attention. Even Amarth calmed down enough to stop fighting for a moment. As they looked around, they realized there wasn't a ton left standing after their little brawl. Team Disgrace looked fuming mad to them, but then, they were both drunk and their judgement was skewed. Matt leaned over and whispered, "You've done it now Amarth."
Amarth - "It was your fault!"
Matt - "Regardless..."
Amarth - "Should we run?"
Matt - "Absolutely."
With that, both Matt and Amarth began speeding off into the woods. Amarth was much faster, but Matt was definately not slow and they had both covered a lot of ground in seconds. Neither stopped to look and see if they were being chased. Their run was stopped though as Amarth found himself colliding with a large group of people. A few seconds later Matt arrived on the scene.
Matt - "Crap Amarth! We haven't gotten away yet!"
Amarth - "You drunken fool. We're many miles away by now. These teams had already left."
Matt - "Oh. Uh, hi."
Matt extended a hand to the man, or woman, (he was too drunk to tell) standing in front of him.
Amarth - "That's me you idiot! They're over there."
Matt - "Oh."
Matt turned and extended the same blind handshake. They had both temporarily forgotten about the womanly fury that may or may not be on their ass.
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