The first rule of pillow fight club-

[feistytrader]

[It's past 10pm, and the dining room is now the dining stadium.

...Well, dining doesn't really have anything to do with it right now, but that's not the point. The point is that the huge table in the dining room is both completely clear and surrounded by blankets from the storage room. The chairs next to it have all been pushed back against the wall for spectators. A couple of chairs are occupied with disinfectant and bandages, just in case; anything that can't be fixed with that will have to head to the first aid room. There's also a good amount of water available, because beating each other up with pillows is thirsty work.

And finally, Silver sits on top of the table as people pour in, because of course one of the shithead teenagers had to be responsible for something like this. He stands up and begins to speak once enough people have arrived; his voice is calm, but it does carry rather impressively for someone who's usually rather quiet.]

Alright. I don't know what you guys are used to, but back at home, we fight with rules, like civilized people.

[Not that Silver has ever cared about rules, but when lives are very much at stake, that's a good place to start.]

When you're ready to duke it out, you get up on this table. Your goal is to knock whatever sorry guy thought it was a good idea to pick a fight with you off. You're not allowed to touch anyone with anything other than your pillow in here, so don't try anything funny.

[...There are plenty of people he couldn't really enforce that with, but maybe if he sounds confident enough, people will stick to it.]

If you want to group up into pairs or something, I don't care, but remember that there's only so much table.

So who wants to go first?

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[feistytrader]

[Oh good, she's stopped. This is his best opportunity to get a hit in. He raises his pillow high, hoping to slam her in the side of the head-]

[matchbreaker]

[ Too big of an opening!

Elda uses her pillow and her arms to wrap around Silver and then in a feat of strength one might not expect of the petite woman unless you know her, she picks him up bodily and then basically suplex-flips him off the table. ]

[feistytrader]

[...That is not what he expected from such a tiny lady. Not in the least. Down he goes again, and he shakes his head to try to get his bearings again.

When he's recovered somewhat, however, there only one way to describe the look on his face, and that's excitement.]

You're really strong.

[Once again, he eagerly climbs up on the table.]

1/2

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda does cheer in victory!! But when he recovers, while she is till on the table mostly just to claim king of the hill, at his expression she...

Really...?

But at the same time... ]

[matchbreaker]

[ She's excited too. ]

Damned right I am! There's no vampire this side of the mainland you'll meet stronger than me!

[ She said, fluffing her pillow out a bit ]

[feistytrader]

Good. I don't like fighting weak opponents anyway.

[Silver, you are the weak opponent here- whatever. He briefly fluffs his pillow and gets a solid grip on it, then rushes Elda again; he stops short of her grip, though, and decides to swipe at her with his pillow, using its reach instead of putting himself in danger.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh good, the kid's learning! Yes, reach is one of his obvious advantages - he's not that far off from having a foot on her in height, with length of limbs to match. For a long moment she's on the defensive, losing ground in everything but the power that she can put into even over-extended swings. But then an idea hits on her -

She can duck under that next pillow swipe to instead whack at his legs!

He'll never see that coming, right?! ]

[feistytrader]

[Well, he wasn't exactly expecting it, but he manages to catch himself! ...With his hands. He tosses his pillow behind him and catches himself with his hands; it isn't too much trouble to flip back on his feet from there.

This pillow fight is super extra.]