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*Roland nodded and stepped forward with his right let his hands in a pre-marquis of queensbury boxing stance, he started to bounce a little bit moving back and forth waiting for the Mandalorian to come in range. Roland was mostly a defensive fighter waiting for his opponent to make a wrong move...

*Roland walked through the arena door and took off his hat and duster and set them in his locker. His last fight had lasted a long time and had gained him great experience, but this one was requested minus weapons. He would oblige, he had been trained in martial arts since he was a young child...

I'd like in if thats alright.

*Roland had to think what that meant. Right was a subjective word. He cradled his hand, scooped up his sword and painfully walked off to the healing room. *After a few days, Roland returned to the dueling arena and reflected on his previous fight and began practicing, watching the recordings...

I can fly if you really need the pilot.

"Key into CorSec's frequency and alert them to the situation" *The tram controller did as he was bid, and Roland heard an affirmative reply from the other side. He thanked the driver and shot out the nearest window and clambered up to the roof to find the Jedi and the murderer gone and out of...

*Roland grabbed forward and pulled himself a little away from Noster and slowly stood holding his hand. He took a deep breath and bowed. "Well fought. I have learned that I am not the fighter I thought I was and that I have much work to do to improve, so for that, I thank you."

*Roland ran through car after car shouting and pushing people out of the way, sliding in and out of the crowds, leaping over crates and dodging small children caught unawares with expert skill and speed. He dive rolled over a courier who had dropped his datacards and through a tram car door. The...

*Roland stifled a cry-out as he heard a loud snap and felt a surge of sharp pain coming from his hand and a warm sensation flowing over. He felt as if he had lost, but it didn't change the fact that his opponent was still on him and his hand hurt like hell.

*Roland took another shot to the face. He frantically reached behind trying to grab something he could use to roll Noster off of him. He was tired and beaten and had little left to give. His determination wouldn't falter however he would do his damndest to draw first blood, and wouldn't go down...

[ooc. oops, sorry for the out of order, I got excited, still it wouldn't effect any outcome from either party.]

*Roland saw her hands reach and point at his chest. Projectile. Roland swiftly took off his reek leather hat and brought it down to his bosom. The knives embedded themselves into the crown of the hat and pushed it inside out. Roland's duster caught the tips as they barely pierced the tough...

*Roland was surprised as his hand became entangled. His leg was swept from under him and soon he was face flat on the floor on top of his sword. It was sheer luck that he didn't land with the blade side in his gullet. He turned his head to avoid a broken nose yet again only to be met with a...

*Roland caught a fury, he finally had the upper hand and he was angry, he had been kicked, bashed in the face and nearly killed. The former Morellian Enforcer cried out with a scream and brought his other hand to his blade bashing away at Noster's defense as if he could break the metal staff...

*Roland scrambled for his sword and stood up as quickly as he could. Roland hacked with a one-two at Nosters legs.