Kasha mimics the blows of each of the combatants, clearing having a good time. "Cmon, get him! Get him!!" she cries, at which one? It was hard to tell.

"Ya done ****ed up now, Vanity! Ya facing a member of the Misfits Company! Old Iron Hide himself, Slayer of a Hundred Ogres, Current holder of the Sage of Six Path's Title, Former Champion of the Grey Wardens, and King Dingiling of the North, Furloooooonnnnng! Whitebeaaeard!!!" Barnabus calls out, naming all kinds of acolydes. Just how many if any are true, how many would know? Though the point, if nothing, was to keep Vanity rattle as far more encourage 'thoughts' are sent Furlong's way. "Welcome to pound town! Population? One. Dumbass. Tiefling!" The teenager carries on, pumping his fist in the air a few times, and then snapping into a far more upbeat beatboxing pan flute.

A little background battlemusic to keep the crowd pump, but Furlong even more so. Sort of. Maybe?

Bardic Inspiration to Furlong(at end of round).

For Furlong:

Kicking It Up A Notch(Pan Flute): 27. (For Flavor)

 The Beat:

Back with the others, Rinn chuckles at the “Kick kiss ass!” chant as he appears to take in the show with the others. The elf, though, is doing more than just watching. He studies Furlong’s moves, taking mental notes of tendencies and tactics. “Not bad, butler, not bad,” he mutters, applauding the outcome. 

Stella smiles as Furlong commences his ass-kicking. "It's a good thing there are so many arrogant teenagers in this world, or we'd miss this sort of entertainment," she says with a satisfied look on her face. "How I love watching them get put in their place." She applauds, quite used by now to the sight of Furlong crushing opponents decades younger than him.

On her shoulder, Obsidian watches the fight with languorous interest, the blue fire along his ears currently the dark color of the deep sea. He lifts a paw and begins to wash his face, although his eyes remain on the fight, following the moves closely...or perhaps just the tiefling's tail.

Alys was too caught up in her snacks to have paid attention to where she’d have had to place any bets for Furlong. Now with the fight well under way, the crowd chanting along with Kasha and Burnaby’s flute playing, Alys was completely enthralled in the experience. She was bouncing up and down  on her toes from all the excitement, throwing hands up to cheer. “Kick his ass!”

All the while Hoodini, the tiny disheveled owl, clings on to Alys’ shoulder. He’s not blinking and continues staring off into oblivion. He seems unphased by his hosts inability to stay still, like it’s a normal occurrence.

Barnabas: Your pan flute beatboxing gets the crowd pumping. They toss 12 gold pieces at you.

Furlong: Your blow misses and Vanity retaliates again.

Attack: 11 Damage: 7

Attack: 9 Damage: 5

"****!" It's very clear that Vanity is frustrated by his inability to land a hit on this elderly man.

Kasha: As your companions join in on the chant, Vastra just turns to you with a curious glance. "You are cheering for Furlong, right?" She knows that you don't harbor any ill will for anyone in the party,  but she also knows that you would totally cheer for Vanity as a joke.

Furlong smirks as he continues to dodge the tiefling's blows, this time a pair of high kicks, one of which Furlong sidesteps, the other of which he deflects, sending Vanity off balance a bit, and giving Furlong an opening for a kick of his own--a rising knee targeted at Vanity's jaw.

Attack: 25 Damage: 6

The knee connects with force and Furlong lands with his feet squared, his breath steady, ready for another assault.

ACTION: unarmed strike

BONUS ACTION: patient defense

Furlong: Your knee connects with Vanity's jaw and he staggers back from the impact. He spits out blood as he makes a desperate counterattack in order to try and get this fight in his favor.

Spending a ki point for Flurry of Blows.

Attack: 24 Damage: 6

Attack: 12 Damage: 7

Attack: 16 Damage: 4

Two of his attacks hit. 

"You think your pride is your strength," Furlong mutters, wiping blood from his lip, "but your blows land in your moments of clarity, not arrogance." A rolling hook.

Attack: 20 Damage: 4

WHACK

"There are smidgens of clarity in passion, but the well is far deeper in stillness." An overhand haymaker.

Attack: 9 Damage: 4

WOOSH

Furlong smirks again as his second swing misses.

ACTION: Unarmed Strike

BONUS ACTION: Unarmed Strike

Furlong: Your first punch impacts with Vanity's face. Blood flies out of his nose and his face is showing signs of bruising. He is incredibly upset, almost feral, and you don't believe that he can take another hit. "Shut the **** up, old man!"

Attack: 20 Damage: 6

Attack: 23 Damage: 4

Both of his attacks impact. You're now bloodied up and this could go either way. The crowd is on the edge of it's heels. Is the old man going to pull the upset? Could Vanity lose? And who is Kasha cheering for?

Furlong's smile grows wider as the blood pools in the back of his mouth, his vision blurring. It'd been a while since he'd had a rough like this.

"Well then let me simplify for you. MANNERS..." Fakes high right and goes left into the kidney.

Attack: 9 Damage: 5

THUD

"...will get you EVERYWHERE." A rising right uppercut to the jaw.

Attack: 12 Damage: 6

CRACK

Stella smiles quietly as Furlong continues his implacable assault on Vanity, applauding with the rest of the crowd, although she refrains from cheering, instead tracking the fight with a calm gaze.

Kasha, in her wild excitement, still facing the fight - grabs Alys in a comical manner and bounces up and down, shaking her violently. "Kick his ass! Kick his ass! Kick his ass!" she continues to chant as Furlong and Vanity beat the shit out of each other - as if Alys had anything to do with the outcome of the fight. 

Everyone: Both of Furlong's punches connect with Vanity. He falls to the floor, unconscious and bruised, but stable. The entire crowd begins chanting "Furlong! Furlong! Furlong! Furlong!" Clerics rush up and administer healing to the both of you. (Heal yourself back up to full.) Vanity doesn't engage in any post-fight niceties. He storms off back to his tent, ignoring everyone in his great humiliation. The referee follows right into the tent. You don't know what's going on in there, but after a few moments, an incredibly pissed Vanity comes back out with a pouch. He hands it to you and then storms back to his tent to sulk some more. The pouch contains the 150 gold prize for beating him. "I knew you could beat him!" Vastra shouts out, barely audible over the cheering crowd.

(Yvan and Vastra win 70 gold. Barnabas wins 140 gold)

"Well then, that was more fun than I expected," Furlong says as he re-dresses himself, making sure his clothes are as neat and tidy as they always are, and reclaiming his cane from Vastra. He shoots a knowing wink at Rinn and then smiles at the rest of the group. "I appreciate the support. Now--I'd be happy to buy a round of drinks and some food for us all--assuming you haven't already had your fill?"

Before departing the scene, Furlong will grab the referee and tell him to tell Vanity where he can find Furlong should he want to talk. He will had the referee a small piece of parchment to deliver to Vanity on which he has scribbled in tidy handwriting, "You have talent; your problem is you know it. Come see me if you want to talk, provided of course that you mind your manners. -FJR"

Stella gives Furlong a quiet smile and a nod as he rejoins the others. "Food sounds lovely."

Obsidian gives Furlong a regal nod, as if he is content you represented the group well.

Alys feels herself get tugged and embraced by Kasha, not really able to have much say in the matter. Her eyes go wide as she’s shaken violently in Kasha’s excitement as she chants. Eventually she breaks out into a bit of laughter from being jostled around in the excitement. Her cheeks would go pink as she goes along with the ride and joins in on the last of the chanting before Furlong finishes Vanity off.

She’d just beam with pride and excitement as Furlong redresses and offers food and drinks. Alys would tuck the empty snack sticks behind her back, “I could still eat!”

Hoodini flaps his wings a little bit to reorient himself after Kasha’s shaking of Alys and just stare at her. Any time Alys moves, he’d keep his head oriented in her direction to keep an eye on Kasha.

”Oh!” She’d take a stride to be next to Burnaby, “Do you think we got enough attention to draw a any job prospects?”

Whether people immediately began to disperse or not, Barnabus tries to work what is there after collecting his coin, and promote the Misfits with a few well-placed comments interwoven in casual discussion struck up on the fly.

Persuasion: 8(for flavor, if nothing else)

Eventually, he does rejoin the others, clapping a hand on Furlong's shoulder as he says, "Great work out there, boss man! Knew you had it in you, and let noone say otherwise. Honestly--" He feigns sniffling and whipping a tear from an eye. "It was inspiring. Truly.... So much so! I think I'mma try my hand wrestling that one lady! But you guys go on and get yerselves some grub!" He then turns to Alys, glances to the crowd, then back to her again and for once his demeanor dims to a more uncertain one. "Just about. If we can get Yvan in one of dem big pot matches, it might just be more than enough for the best results."

Vastra smiles. "I certainly think that we all have some room for more food and drink, but I think that Barnabas wants to try and win some more money for us and it wouldn't be fair for him if we didn't cheer him on the way we cheered you on. When you're ready to face Janira, we'll be there for you, Barney!" Vastra listens to him when he talks about Yvan possibly fighting. She walks over to the goliath and gives him a squeeze on the hand and casts Message to whisper to him. "You don't have to go into the ring. We aren't in such dire straits where you need to do something that makes you feel uncomfortable, my friend."  Yvan was someone that Vastra had grown fond of and she knew that he felt the same way about all of them. She wasn't going to betray his trust by forcing him to do something he didn't want to do. 

Barnabus sighs and gives Vastra a flat look.. "Way to make me feel bad 'bout wanting to do this sooner than later, Vas." He deadpans. Yet a moment later he is rolling his eyes and halfheartedly complaining with a, "Oh fine~ Let's go eat then. Er, ya'll can eat and drink. 'cus if that Janira is actually the real deal unlike that Vanity dude, well.... better safe than sorry." Having said all that, Barnabus resigns himself to follow after the others as they get their various meals. But true to his word, he never orders, nor does he or drink. Instead, as was usually the case, he seemed more fascinating watching the others devour food. As if the process was a neverending source of mild entertainment.
As for any noticeable discomfort from Yvan, the half-orc either fails to notice, or it never shows in any change in behavior.