Kaz says, mildly, "They also know how to be complete assholes at the drop of a hat. Remember that."

Rotem nods softly. "Don't piss off the Signe. Definitely. Not good to piss off the Jarl. I gotcha loud and clear. " He looks to Bernie again, wondering if she's simmered down any.

The mention of that name, today, helps the ragabash's anger dissipate even faster; a smirk creeps onto her lips again, then a grin, and she snickers a bit again. Otherwise, she doesn't comment... she might burst out laughing agian if she tried.

Yi opens the door with a soft push as she manuevers her way in with bags in hand. Eyes habitually scan the room, as she gravitates towards the others. "Yo." A shift of the bags in hand, and she plops them down somewhere on the pews nearby with a clunk and shuffle.

Kaz, flopped on a pew, levers up with a grin. "Yo, Yi! Talkin' tribes. How goes?"

Rotem offers towards Yi a grin, looking to the bags she carries. "Whatcha got? Chinese?" he stands up slightly, trying to peak into the bag. "I'm kinda hungry you know." he shoves the bag of chocolates into his pocket, looking for some real food now.

"Slowly," Yi replies, lifting one of the bags and setting it down closer towards the others. "Food in this one, some sandwiches and things," she says, glancing at Bernie. "And some things in the other." She draws out some odd trinkets; tiny lightbulbs, various tools, a 16 volt battery, a switch... ingredients for science experiments.

Bernie controls the renewed giggle fit, looking just about back to her normal, laidback self again, and flashes a grin at Yi. "Hey," she greets her, and looks at the grocery bag with some interest. It's the things she draws form the other that really get the cub's attention, though, and she leans over the back of the pew a bit too look at them. "...whatcha makin'?"

Rotem seems less interested in the food now, sharing in Bernie's curiosity. Although curiosity has proven not to be what killed the cat, rather the three wolves that chased it down might have been the cause. "Yeah, whats that stuff for?" he asks, picking up the battery. "Making a bomb?"

Bernie regards the items speculatively. "....nahhhh," she remarks to the other cub, "not th' right ingredients..." She pushes a curl back behind her ear, and looks at them another moment. "Looks more like flashlights so far."

Yi glances up after the crude materials have been laid out on the pew beside her. She turns and lifts her legs up onto the pew and sits crosslegged, facing the center aisle with the 'ingredients' in front of her. "Hardly," she says with quiet muse. "Trying to figure out how to light up the sewers. 'Bring the light to the dark.'" She tries quoting what Sepdet said earlier. "What I don't know, is how. But that's what asking you two are for," she says with a glance to the two cubs. "You've both been to school, and you're smarter than I am Bernie..." she trails momentarily. "What sort of knowledge do you two know about wires and lights? The goal... is to try and light the sewers with something a little more permanent than flashlights. What is down there right now, doesn't really like the power of the sun."

Rotem snatches up the small lightbulbs, grabbing the battery as well. "Wires. We need wires." he adds, grinning happilly now. "Fucking aye. I get to help. About damn time you know." he smirks. "More batteries too." he adds as an afterthought. "And an.." he pauses, turning to look at Kaz. "Can I go outta the church?" he asks. "Just the building around here. Nobody home. I might be able to rummage up some stuff."

Kaz doesn't answer; just glances at Yi.

Bernie grins, and shrugs a little. "'s pretty simple, jus' lightin' up a bulb," she remarks, "...what's t' problem bit? Hangin' 'em somewhere, aimin' 'em, keepin' th' bat'ries from dyin' real quick, or what?"

Rotem shakes his head, looking to Bernie. "Naw, not so simple. You don't want each batter being dimmer and dimmer. Gotta hook 'em up r-right." he nods softly, "You gotta get the right shit too, Or you'll b-blow em out real fast like."

"All of those problems," Yi replies, eyeing Rotem as he snatches up her picked up supplies. "Keeping the banes away from outright breaking the lamps, where to place them, how to keep them powered..." she nods to Bernie. "It's quite a job, and I'm no engineer. But I am wondering, why doesn't the city do it? Just like the fountain in the Park, none of these pipes have been fixed in such a long time. Is it because we hang around it too much?" Eyes cast a momentary glance at Kaz, just a thoughtful kind of glance. "And the city maintenance should have noticed something by now. We also need some current maps of the lay of the sewers. I thought the city might have one, but if even /they/ haven't gone down to check, then..." her sentence leaves off there with a shrug of her shoulders. To Rotem, she glances at him. "You said your father was a builder, so I thought you would have some knowledge too. Maybe there is a way to hook up the lights to the city's electric lines in the sewers. Whether they would notice some more lightbulbs down there, I don't know. But perhaps at best they will see the beginnings of work, and decide to put their own effort in."

Bernie arches a brow at Rotem. "B'lieve it or not, I ain't talkin' outta my ass, Rotovirus..." The name isn't delivered as if it were a huge insult, despite sounding less than complementary. "Said 's simple t' light up a bulb, an' it is." She shrugs, settling back. "Th' rest's where it c'n get complicated."

Rotem shakes his head, rising up, still carrying the bulbs. "I'll set it up." he nods softly. "I'll make you something. Wont break. Can be set up in under ten minutes." he smiles. "I'm helping." stated more to himself then anyone else, "But you gotta let me out. I need stuff. Stuff I can rip outta the walls from around here."

Kaz grunts. "City don't do it 'cause City's fuckin' lazy an' don' wanna bother with th' slums. An' honest t'God, upkeep an' maintenance of sewer systems is, like, low on their list."

"They can't even fix a fuckin' fence in less'n an eon," Bernie mutters, frustratedly.

Yi glances to Kaz, head tilted slightly. "But the root of the problem is uptown at Osprey Circle. Those weren't slums the last I saw," she states, before looking at Rotem. "It's not just one lone line either. Still have to figure out how to keep the Umbral side clean, but Sepdet will be working on asking light and electric spirits to help. We need to give them something on the Realmside first, I think. And the sewers, is one big network of pipes. Lighting this section of the city will be hard enough."

Kaz shrugs. "Upkeep of major systems is hard. Check out how well they do with the street system sometime. An' Sepdet said she wanted to Summon a Helios spirit, f'th' otherside." She's still not answering Rotem's question.

Rotem nods softly, he sounds rather matter of fact, and serious for once. "Look, you w-want it done. I can do it." he pauses. "But you g-gotta give me some backup o-on this. I need some shit first." he looks towards the doors. "You're gonna have to let me out. Let me work on shit."

A choke-chain jangles from outside. Heavy footsteps thump up the steps, and the doors shoulder open. Nevada, more than slightly damp, has a scowl on his face, a wet cigarette in his mouth, and a cheap lighter in his mouth. He cups his hand, trying to light the smoke without success. Giving up, he kicks the doors shut behind him.

"Chiapet!" Bernie exclaims, grinning broadly at the latest arrival. "Damn, someone been waterin' you? Guess you gonna have some good sprouts soon... 'sup?"

Quietly Kaz says, "Lemme think a minute, Rotem." She's distracted by Nevada, though, and, brightening, she calls, "Heyyy, Nev, how's tricks?"

Rotem smiles, looking to the doorway. "Heya Nev!" A brief glance to Kaz. "Well, I want to g-get started. No one is going to care if I remove s-some wiring from the walls of these b-buildings. They are already falling apart."

Yi looks towards the door as the doors are kicked shut. "Yo," she says to the wetter one. then turning back to Rotem, she gives the cub some thought. "If you need supplies, I'll go with you to find some, later." Then she turns back to Nevada, curiosity at his foul mood evident.

"Wet," Nevada grunts, sour as all hell. "An I got yer sprout right here, kid." He tries to send Bernie a pissed look, but a pathetic smile gets in the way. "Anybody got a smoke? That ain't like from the Mariana fuckin' trench?" He plucks the cigarette from his mouth, wringing it out for effect.

Rotem shakes his head. "I gots more to do then scavenge a little. So either you come h-here, every day for the next week, all day, and w-work with me, or you let me outta here so I can do some work." he grunts, "I can /do/ this. I can. Please, let me."

Yi reaches into the bag of food, drawing out a pack of cigs displaying Marlboro. "Here, Cowboy," she grins as she stands up and heads down to the center aisle, tossing it at him. "I have to go, but walk the cub, will you?" She laughs, glancing momentarily at Rotem but with good humour in her eyes. Then she heads down the center aisle, passing Nevada with a nudge, and waves to the others as she opens the doors and peers out at the rain.

Kaz just shakes her head. "You're climbin' outta the ditch again kid. Patience."

Bernie grins at Nevada. "Lemme look, I might have somethin' sitting in here..." Which might be surprising, since unlike certain other people around here, she doesn't seem to spend any significant amount of time nursing tobacco. She opens her backpack, and rummages a while, coming up with a somewhat crushed and half-empty pack of cigarettes just as Yi does. "...or hey, there's that," she remarks, shrugging, and drops them back in the bag.

Rotem looks up to Kaz. "Come on. I'll just stay in these couple of b-buildings around here. I wont stray." he offers softly. "Please. I could use the t-time for something productive. Please Kaz, please." he whimpers softly, "I really want to help."

"Thanks, Yi," Nevada grunts, clapping a wet hand on her head as she goes out. "'preciate it, tho', Five Finga Discount." Shaking the water out of his lighter, he manages to get a cigarette lit up. "So what 'n hell you goin' on about, Greenstreak?"

Yi combs her hair back into place, well, most of it... and slips out the door with a "See ya."

[A few hours later...]

Big Red Barn
The barn is built in the old style, a vast three level structure that is greater in height than a mere three stories, actually closer to five. Great wooden posts support the weight of the upper levels and roof, sunk into the hard-packed dirt floor of the first level like a sparse forest of regularly spaced, naked trees. The stalls and flagstones which once were here have been torn out to leave a rather open area where even crinos Garou may roam freely without fear of running into anything but the supports or the walls or the ladder at the back which allows access to the other two levels.
The first two levels are relatively open to each other, the second being only little wider than a catwalk going around all the walls but the front one, which has massive, twenty foot tall doors set into it. The third level is a true second floor except for a place cut out that allowed hay to be tossed down to the ground floor when the farm was actually worked. Now, it is a hayloft where Garou can sleep outside of the house.
(Non-Garou, please "+view curse")
Contents:
Matt, Alicia, Bernie
Obvious exits:
BarnYard

Matt looks up. "Huh? Oh, aye. Not bad. Pretty busy, actually. Remember the twist whot spilled soup on me? She was all--" His voice goes falsetto--"Oh, Oi'm terribly sorry, like, and would it make it up to ye ta buy ye a sandwich fer lunch,"--his voice returns to normal--"and Oi'm all 'Sure, whatever.' So Oi got a french dip and about seventy dollars fer my trouble."

Bernie leaves the spot beside her open, hands settling on the bale on either side of her, and leans forward slightly, partially resting her weight on them. "Yeah? Sounds like a pretty decent deal, overall, then... maybe y'oughta leave some b'nana peels 'round, next time she's servin' soup, mighta d'scovered th' secret to th' fabled free lunch..." she teases, regaining her grin, blush gradually fading.

Alicia takes another sip of her water, then swallows a bit. Smiling to the others, she heads outside without a word.

Yi nearly bumps into Alicia, blinking as the galliard heads out of the barn. She pauses, then looks into the barn. "Yo?"

Matt looks away from Bernie's outfit again at Yi's voice. "'allo, Three-Blades. Doin' well, then?" He sits down next to Bernie on the haybale, sighing as he takes his weight off his feet.

"Hey," Bernie greets the other Ragabash, her boots dangling a bit over the edge of the haybales, not reaching the ground. "'sup, Yi?"

"Not much, yet," Yi replies as she slips into the barn and closes the door behind her. "How was the chat this afternoon? Nevada have any good ideas about the lights?"

Matt wrinkles his foreead. "Loights? Fer the church or somefing?" He seems distracted, and maybe a little hyper.

"For th' sewers," Bernie replies to Matt, then to Yi, "Nah, Chia wasn' really inta it; he told us a li'l 'bout th' Walkers, then he hadda go. Rototiller's workin' on it, though. He's all enthused, an' wantsta do it himself t' prove he's good for somethin'...." She shrugs a little. "So hey, 'long 's he knows what he's doin', I guess."

Yi muses over that. Safe enough to let an ahroun cub handle it? "I suppose..." she thinks aloud, striding towards the haybale. In the darkness and her absentmindedness, she nearly runs into the hanging punching bag in the way. Her body twists just in time as she comes back to reality and she reflexively reaches out and wraps a grip around the bag, swinging with it and coming back to balance like some comical Chan move. After a moment of regaining her footing and some blinking, she eyes the bag. "That's funny... I don't remember this being here. Maybe I've been gone too long."

Matt chuckles. "Careful, they'll sneak up on ye." His eyes twinkle...and return to Bernie's new outfit.

Bernie giggles as well. "That thing's evil, y'know. 's justa big ol' baga malevolence waitin' for a chance t' get revenge for bein' pummeled alla time..." She leans sideways slightly, bumping her shoulder against Matt's a moment, and then sways back.

Yi gives the bag a swift openpalm strike, sending it swinging back a few centimeters, and then coming back at her. The move is followed with a series of rapid strikes, open handed, fisted, towards the top of the bag, middle, bottom, top, bottom, all random yet flowing. After a full exchange of swings, Yi stops the bag, holding it still. She looks the thing over again, as if challenging it again to swing at her. "Sneaky thing, yes," she grins at the two others. Then, she gets a short glint of deja vu. "Never did finish a sparring lesson with you, did I?" She addresses both cubs, despite the original intent meant for Bernie.

Matt looks between Yi and Bernie. "Sounds loike a challenge, ta me, Books. You gonna sit 'ere an' let 'er talk to ye that way?" He grins widely, and as an afterthought, takes off his jacket and sets it on the bale next to him.

That gets a laugh from the younger Ragabash, and she eyes Yi a moment. "Nah, we di'n'," she replies, and follows Matt's lead, slipping off her jacket and laying it carefully beside her, near her backpack. "Guess now's gooda time as any?"

The Canto-Gnawer grins, backing away from the punching bag a few feet. "I'm not sure where we left off, but I suppose it's as good a time as any. Anyone else teach you how to fight?" Yi runs a hand through her hair momentarily, glancing around for some feeling of dimension. Then she looks back to Bernie. "Or we can just have at each other, and that would be enough for something." The memory of her mentor right off laying on his cubs the skills of a martial artist are fresh in her mind, anyway.

Matt grins, glancing between the two Gnawers. He doesn't add anything, but casts a gaze toward Bernie, then the dusty floor of the Barn.

Bernie pushes off from the haybales and drops to the floor, decidedly more lightly than she would have a few months ago. She takes a moment to stretch, pushing both arms overhead and arching her back a second or two before dropping her arms to her sides and taking a step toward Yi, then pausing. "...I've practised some, but there hasn't been a lotta, do =this=, or don' do =that=, y'know? An', two questions, should I take my boots off, an' are we likely t' shift durin' this?" One hand digs into a jeans pocket, coming out with an elastic band within which she swiftly gathers her hair.

Matt admires the stretching, a wistful expression on his face. The conversation brings him back to earth, however, and his focus turns to Yi.

Yi curls her fingers a little, and then releases them in a slow stretch that travels down both her arms and down to her feet. "If you want to shift, I've no problems with it. But even at this stage of the moon, it's probably best to stay in the human forms. If you feel you might frenzy, well, shout it out... before you do." She tilts her head side to side, then peels off her sweater to set in a folded pile on the ground next to the wall. A hand runs through her hair, unchecked by elastics. "Best way to find out where to work on, right?" she smiles, then comes back over and waits for the cub to make the first move, slowly swaying in her stance and then stilling for a steady balance on her feet.

Bernie nods slightly, "'s not that I think I'm gonna frenzy; I mean, I never have 'less y' count th' first change, an' then I was too startled t' stay pissed anyhow... 's just..." A touch of her blush returns as she admit, "'s a new shirt, an' I don' wanna have it get ripped t' pieces =quite= this quick. So, y'know, wan'ed t' know..." She wanders over toward Yi, taking up a position near the other Gnawer and finding her balance, but not making any moves just yet.

Matt tkes time to stretch a bit as well, starting by reaching for his toes and pulling himself down. He looks up as they close, and does a few torso twists as well.

Yi nods slowly, as if wary Bernie might try something amidst the talking. "Promise I won't go for headshots, either, in case your glasses might get in the way..." she trails softly. "Ready when you are." At this she pauses, gives a light bow, and then slips back into her fluid sway.

Bernie pauses suddenly, blinking. "...y'know... I jus' realised, I never fought a girl b'fore?" She grins, and shakes her head, slipping into position again. "Ready," she says, watching Yi closely.

Matt stands, watching as he stretches his legs.

The first move comes quick as Yi strikes low, shooting her left leg in a low roundhouse to trip the nomoon cub right off.

Bernie sees that one barely in time, and manages to step back just out of range. As the foot passes, she steps in past it, and aims a punch toward Yi's abdomen. She's not quite as quick as the other no moon, though, it seems.

The foot sweeps the dust and hay in its windy wake, and Yi kicks up a slight clump of hay on the ground to Bernie's face as the first punch towards her midsection connects with a rotated shoulder. She rolls a foot or so away and back onto her feet.

Matt winces in sympathy, but it isn't clear who he's wincing for. His grin grows wider. Neck rolls and side bends, next.

Bernie steps back warily, eyes on Yi, ready to attack if she sees an opening. This is already harder than fighting the guys she used to; they tended to be quite predictable. And as untrained as she was. And slower...

Yi has adopted a very calm, quiet way of going about this. Swift and silent, like an eagle diving from above, she leaps at Bernie with a full on frontal kick towards the middle of the cub's chest. She didn't say anything about not getting a little dirt on that green tanktop...

Now, see, that's exactly the sort of thing they never did... the kick, that is. Full-bore frontal assaults, though, those they were big on... The move startles the cub long enough that it does successfully connect, right in the center of her breastbone, knocking her down. An aborted attempt to block it actually works out in Bernie's favour, though, as she grabs onto the leg as it hits, holding on with all her might, trying to take the other Ragabash down with her.

Matt stops stretching for a second. He winces again, and it's pretty clear that this time, it's for Bernie. He just stands, taking in Yi's fluid style. No one he knows fights like this.

Yi has had problems with front assaults too, especially when she is the giving end. As the two of them go down, she twists her body almost cat-like, planting a hand on the ground but bending at the wrist to absorb impact while her free foot kicks out at the base of Bernie's wrist to the hand holding her captured foot.

[From afar, to the room, Matt puts in the Matrix. |"Morpheus is fightin' Neo!"

From afar, to the room, Bernie laughs!

Long distance to the room: Yi dies, and looks around her HD for her Matrix soundtrack.]

Kicking has always served Bernie well before, especially once the fight's ended up on the ground. Yi, unfortunately, is not equipped to properly appreciate what the cub would usually try about now, so Bernie goes for something slightly different. The younger ragabash rolls onto her side a bit, still gripping Yi's leg tightly, and aims a boot to the small of the Canto-Gnawer's back, handily close to the right distance away. Of course, this leaves her with no defense from Yi's own kick, and there's a muffled yelp as shoe connects with upper forearm, the pain loosening that hand's grip.

Matt sits back down on the hay, trying to see without getting in the way (or the line of fire).

Boots hurt. That evident even as Yi hisses in pain while she jerks her foot away to free it and again rolls away. While the typist would never be able to do it in real life, Yi can, kicking her feet up and out followed by the rest of the body until she's back on her feet. Dang Asians and their martial arts. She briefly touches a hand to her back, eyeing Bernie on the ground with a short smile. "Nice hit," she says, waiting for the cub to get back up. In Bernie's limited experience, one the fight moves to the ground, the combatants don't generally get up again until the proctors yanks them off each other by their shirts and upper arms. And march them to the office. So she can't match that nifty roll, and has to push up rather less elegantly, shaking her kicked arm out slightly as she rises, wary eyes still on Yi. "Thanks..." she replies.

Yi circles slowly, a little inside Bernie's kicking range and just beyond her own, one foot planted steadily after the other. Then she fakes a right and strikes with fingers curled at the tips closely towards the cub's lower ribs. Her other arm comes out as well, ready to block retaliations.

Matt can't decide to stand or sit. He gets back up, moving toward the punching bag.

Oooh, within kicking range. Bernie doesn't know how to do Yi style kicks, but does her best to deliver a nice solid boot to Yi's kneecap, arms pulled in toward her abdomen for balance. One moves as she catches Yi's intent, trying to bat the strike away, but she only manages a glancing adjustment to the trajectory, no more than an inch or so difference.

Yi battles with all four limbs and then some, she does. As the boot comes towards her knee she twirls tight and away, moving just inches between her and the cub until she's suddenly a bit behind her and off to the side she struck at. Palms shoot out, still in their retracted tiger-claw like manner, and strikes towards Bernie's shoulders to send her sprawling.

Matt takes a shuffle-foot stance and takes an experimental jab at the bag. Not bad for a kid who cannae box. He punches again, getting more confident and faster. Still, he doesn't turn his back on the fight, and glances occasionally to see how Bernie is fairing.

Bernie does a neat somersault, hitting with the broadest part of her back and popping back up to her feet as she rolls.... well, no, she doesn't, but wouldn't it be cool? Sadly, that trick's not in her repertoire, so what she actually does is... fall. Luckily, she =has= gotten pushed down a lot, so she doesn't smash her face in, catching herself on her hands, with a definite wince. Immediately as she lands, she pushes herself over to face upward, and directs a fierce kick toward Yi's groin. If it connects, it oughta hurt anyway.

Yi almost expects the move, though it's hard to tell as she narrowly dodges getting hit straight on. It would hurt, anyway, as the boot connects hard with her inner thigh and makes her back off with a slight limp and a wince. Again, she waits for Bernie to get back up, momentarily sparing Matt a glance at the punching bag.

Matt starts to bounce, bobbing as he dodges the swinging bag. Once again, the exchange of blows between Bernie and Yi gives him cause to flinch, but it doesn't seem to break the rhythym he's established with the bag.

Bernie pushes up as far as a crouch, a bit slower this time, it seems, and flexes her hands flexing a bit, stretching out from the abuse of catching her on the floor. Quite suddenly, she straightens her legs and virtually launches herself at Yi's chest in a tackle, making it look almost as though they've switched from sparring to rugby.

Yi backs up a millisecond too late, Bernie's full on tackle smacking the cliath no-moon right on as she was going to dodge. She opts for the third option, falling back onto the dusty floor with a harsh thud and a cough from her part. It's been awhile since she practiced, and so using the backwards momentum, combined with a rising thrust of her leg, Yi tries to throw Bernie off her towards the haybales.

Matt sidesteps a flying Gnawer cub, frowning in mock concern. "Oi! Watch where yer flingin' that!" He checks the spikes of his hair carefully. "Ye could 'ave gotten me tony mussed!" He leans down, offering Bernie a wink and a hand up. "Oi fink we should teach 'er a lesson in manners, whot d'ye fink?"

And that'd be another move Bernie's only seen in the movies, and always done by the good guy, too, so if there even =is= a counter to it, she's no idea what it'd be. Therefore, she essentially goes flying over toward Matt and the punching bag, instead, emitting the first words she has since the pair began: "...ohshit..." *Thud*. Okaie... that hurt. Maybe, at least, the punch she'd thrown at the other Gnawer landed before her flight. She lies there a few moments, while Matt checks his 'do, and after a hesitation, squares her shoulders and accepts the hand up, rising rather painfully. "Works for me," she half-growls.

Yi gives herself seconds to regain her breath, rolling up to her feet and turning with a touch to her ribcage and shaking her head to send dust off it. Some hay pieces get picked off the front bangs as she glances to Fianna, then Gnawer cub. Two on one... there's something she really hasn't tried in awhile, if ever. This is going to be tough. She rubs the back of her neck, and bows curtly again to Matt and drops into a swaying offensive-defensive stance, waiting.

Matt springs into the open center space and takes an irish boxing stance: hands near his face, elbows out, relaxed and willing to wait for an opening. He glances with some reassurance in Bernie's direction, keeping herin the corner of his eye.

Bernie shakes her head a bit, clearing it, and looks deadly serious as she eases back into a balanced stance, waiting to see how things will proceed.

Keeping track of two opponents now in a dark barn is tough, but this is Yi's chance to tune her skills again. She circles around towards Bernie's side slowly, as the newmoon cub is the more tired of the two. Some inner part of her mind keeps a wary track on Matt's position.

Matt bounces inside Yi's reach, popping a simple jab at herhead. It may not be art, but if it works, Matt will like it.

As Matt moves in, Bernie suddenly sprouts an evil grin, and focuses on the other new moon. Or on her... waist? Why becomes clear soon enough, as the fastenings of Yi's pants suddenly decide they need some time apart...

Yi ducks off to a side as Matt moves in for the jab, striking swiftly with one hand to hit the outstretched arm away while aiming a palm in a hard uppercut for the underside of his chin. Open Seal, while effective, might take awhile against a set of jeans, but eventually the cliath's trousers do loosen in their grip. That, was very unexpected. Not to mention unnerving... and she shoots a glare towards Bernie's direction. Two can play that game...

Matt takes the hit, clenching his jaw so as not to bite his tongue. His head rocks back with an audible crunch, but he steps in even closer to Yi, aiming a wiry elbow at her ribs.

Bernie winces at the sound of the impact, but no time to worry about such things now... She ducks down and attempts a run-by pantsing, grabbing the denim and yanking downward, hard. With any luck, that oughta put a damper on the cliath's mobility...

Yi falls back at the elbow, which certainly is going to leave a nasty bruise at least. Bernie's attempt for a run-by pantsing is thwarted, though, as the newmoon shifts. She grows, becoming a blurry furry and stops in crinos. The cub gets a toothy grin as her hands meet fur and yank. It hurts, sure, but nothing probably compares to being grabbed by the shoulders by an 8 foot werewolf and tossed towards one's sparring partner.

Matt's bouncing around comes in handy here: He caroms off of Bernie, knocked a yard or two back, but still (mostly) on his feet. He grins, teeth bloody from the pop to his jaw. He works his head from side to side and starts in at his much larger target.

For the second time in one evening, Bernie finds herself flying through the air. With the greatest of ease. This time, the "...oh, shit," has a much more resigned tone to it. *Thud*. And no, last time wasn't a fluke... landing hurts this time too. She tries very hard to stifle a whimper, and decides that getting up is not something she =really= needs to do =right= this second...

Three-Blades follows the bouncing Matt, now able to use her heightened senses in the fight as well. But against two cubs in homid, doesn't seem fair to her. However, the newmoon cub seems a little beat. A little. Well ok, maybe more than a little. The crinosed Gnawer holds up a thickly furred arm to Matt, and rumbles, ~Hold.~ She turns her gaze off the boppy Fianna and looks in Bernie's direction. ~You ok?~

Matt waits, also concerned. He shifts his weight from foot to foot, and takes the time to rub his jaw. That will hurt shortly. A lot.

Silence for a moment from the Gnawer cub, before she sighs, and tilts her head back, curls dangling to the ground as she bares her throat, though whether she realises she's making that particular sign of submission, who knows. "Uncle," she replies calmly, though with an edge of annoyance.

Yi shifts down, moving to Bernie's side just as quickly around Matt. Once reaching the cub, she stops and bends to offer a hand. "Sorry... about the shifting..." the cliath attempts apology. "Didn't want to.. uhm.." It's hard to see her blush in the dark. She leaves that sentence trailing for those who could figure it out to fill in. Her hand remains offered to the cub on the ground, and she gives Bernie a small smile. "That was a good fight though. Never would've thought about the pants..." Again a flush of color, invisible to the untrained eye.

Matt crosses to help Bernie up as well. "You all 'oight?" He mumbles, jaw grinding a little as he works it. Hard to tell in the dark, but it might be dislocated. Matt himself appears oblivious to this possibility.

Bernie accepts the assistance in rising, wincing more with the movement. "Um. For certain values of all right." She balances on her feet, and stretches various muscles, slowly, checking to see where it hurts. Oookaie, there. And there. And that too. Ow. She stifles the groans that yearn to emerge. "....yeah," she decides, eventually. "No harm, no foul."

Yi brushes some dust from Bernie and picks out a bare strand of hay that shines in the dim moonlight streaming into the barn. "Nice fight, both of you," she compliments the cubs, unharmed herself because of the shift. Her eye travels to Matt's jaw. "Are you alright?" One, she didn't think her uppercut would be that hard. Yi blinks a bit of the surprise away.

If he hadn't been moving /into/ the blow, it might not have landed as hard. Still, Matt feels along his jawline tenderly, frowning. "Oi," he grumbles through clenched teeth. "Mebbe that wasn't such a good idea after all..." He grips his jaw in both hands and *pushes.* There is a squishy crunch again and his features settle into familiar patterns. None too soon, either, as Matt's knees wobble from sudden pain, and he sits down heavily on the haybales.

Bernie winces almost more at the sound than at the effort of getting back up... almost. She does seems to forget about her own vast array of bruises for a moment, though, as she steps over to the haybale and sits down -- rather heavily herself -- beside the other cub, regarding his jaw with concern. "...gonna be okaie?" she queries.

Yi joins the two at the haybales, looking concernedly towards Matt and his jaw. "Maybe you should both shift, since we're in the barn. And it's dark... but there's haybales around, if your clothes haven't been dedicated yet." She tilts her head towards the two cubs.

Matt spits blood and works his jaw painfully. "Hmm. Alla parts seem ta be there." He looks up at Yi. "Not the wisest, on my part. Glad ye didn't 'ave claws out." He gives Bernie a reassuring, if bloody, smile, and a pat on the hand. "Spend the night in lupus?"

Bernie nods a little, giving the other cub a wry smile. Looking to Yi, she says, "G'night, Yi. Thanks for th' practice. Someday y'gotta teach me how t' do th' nifty kicks an' throws an' shit, so I c'n kick your ass someday..." Tilting her head to Matt again, she suggest, "...loft?" Matt considers, shrugs, and nods. "Sandshoe, Three-Blades." He says, wobbling to his feet.

Yi offers her hand again, to help Bernie up from the haybale. "I'll get around to it," she chuckles quietly to the newmoon cub. "We no-moons have to be able to defend ourselves too." In the dimness, her smile is pretty wide anyway. "Thank you both. Reminded me of the things I have to work on myself. I'll see you both tomorrow, perhaps?"

Matt nods, shuffling toward the ladder to the loft.

Bernie accepts the hand, and nods. "Sure thing," she replies, once she stops gritting her teeth. "Sleep well, Karate Kid." Shooting Matt a worried glance, she follows to the ladder, trying to be prepared to catch him should he suddenly pass out or something.

Yi nods, shifting herself as she makes for one of the haybales to curl up inside.