Hemorrhage and Haw

[Abrakhal Grisgoh]

NAR SHADDAA
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"He called your mother trash!" spat an ugly voice through the cage. It sounded strange. At first Abe grizzled to the comment, angered in agreement with the stranger; ya, ya he did. But then he wondered if the man meant Abe, and he couldn't remember if he was the one who'd said it.

His shoulders were jostled by hands groping his bare skin through the gate, shirtless and staring down his opponent like he'd just woken up from a dream, drunk with more than booze. He only accepted it, obviously, as he stumbled from their prodding and rounded his arms with numbed fists gripping at some thin cloth wrapped around his knuckles. Bodies lined the fencing as addicts shook the links fanatically and cheers joined cackles and beastly calls. Fingers wagged at faces as bets took final form. And the inevitability of it all closed in around the two fighters, with nothing but their fists.

"Here we go, kiddies!" shouted a voice from a crackling sound system, swooping lights cutting through the dark cold hue. The burly man walked to the center, between the fighters, and spat at the blood stain on the mat. "We got two more givin' it a crack! Do your deals now cuz this is it! Who wants to see some blood!" He looked to each fighter, then waved his hands in for them to go at it.

Feeling wrapped up with some inexplicable anger at the other fighter, some argument ringing all jumbled in his memory, Abe obeyed the call and met his opponent in the center of the ring, coming out swinging.

With his left foot forward, hands up and elbows in, Abe led with a left jab at his opponent's nose.

@Cinderella

 

[William Hackett Solus]

Will has watched the fighting in the ring for the last couple of matches while half way through a litre of mead and still looking bright as days. Fark it, you only live once and a good fight always got the blood pumping. Handing in his clothes to the man that held on to fighter's property. He signs himself up for fighting in the ring and turned to stand at the place where fighters would wait for their turn. As the voice came over the sound system, hyping everyone for this next fight, the first brawler went in, a black-haired man, a bit taller than Will. Slamming his hands together, he followed in Abe to the ring and lifted his arms and shouted in mando'a "Ca'nara Tal'galar!". Quite a few Mandalorians watching this cheered Will's words and roared for the fight to begin. What Will had shouted, meant "time to bleed".

Will had a madding look in his eyes, which only enhanced it with his fiery red mane and a wild red beard. Abe threw the first punch, which Will quickly redirected away with a fast reaction, following it up with a jab of his own directed at Abe's throat.

@Styx @Cinderella

 

[Dusti Streebek]

“YEAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!! COME ON, ABE THE BABE!!! RIP HIS *BLEEEEPIN’* ARMS OFF!!!” Dusti drunkenly bellowed out when the fight began. “WALLOPING WILLIE!!! LET’S SEE YA DESTROY HIS *belch* MANDIBLE!!! WOOOOOOO!!!”

Seeing that she had to leave this moon for its orbited planet Nal Hutta in the morning to pick up some unspecified cargo, Dusti had decided that she was overdue for a good time. After all, she hadn’t been back at her favorite bar in Coronet City for three days now (three days!), and her supervisor Coba had been giving her the worst assignments lately. Tomorrow she would have to deal with Hutts. No decent cargo ever came from the Hutts. Coba obviously had it out for her, but she wasn’t about to go running to Dadda about it. Nah… she’d rather drink and scream her fool head off at a couple of strangers in a seedy fighting ring. She didn’t care who won or lost. She just needed some action. Now.

When the first exchange occurred, she yelled, “They’re *bleepin’* quick! Day-amn!” She glanced over at the ithorian standing next to her, who was visibly annoyed at her exuberance… not that she picked up on that. “I’m gonna be too drunk to focus on that *bleep*! Bwahahaha!!! she told him, as if he cared. She gave him a slap on the back and spilled her drink a bit in the process.

“Aw, *bleep*. Alcohol abuse…” she mumbled.


@ Styx
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@ Cinderella

 

[Abrakhal Grisgoh]

Abe twisted, pivoting on his left foot. Abe's right hand crossed, redirecting Will's left-handed jab so that it would graze Abe's neck and left shoulder, as Abe swept a right leg kick to Will's leading left knee.

In the act, Abe would attempt to grab hold of Will's wrist if possible. Abe would be less accurate in his inebriated state, but Will's Mando'a triggered a bit of a rise in him. Whenever he heard that language, he felt prodded by a burn from an old wound that never fully healed.


@Raven_41 @Zanna Black

 

[William Hackett Solus]

Will felt his punch connect by grazing Abe's neck and left shoulder, which opened up his defends a bit, but enough for Abe's kick to connect with Will's left knee, making him hiss for a bit. The kick to his knee, made him lose balance just a bit, which funnily enough got stopped by Abe grab hold of Will's wrist, keeping him from falling. Will was in a lower position than Abe, due to the Jedi's knick to his knee.

The fiery red-haired Mandalorian roared and jumped forward but launching himself into Abe's stomach while lashing on to him with his free arm and started running. If Abe didn't stop Will's attack, would the Mandalorian continue to run with Abe on his shoulder and slam his back into the cage with a loud crash from the cage.

@Styx @Zanna Black

 

[Dusti Streebek]

Dusti stared wide-eyed at the fight as blows exchanged hard and heavy and bodies were thrown about. She was about to hoot and holler some more, except it was difficult to do so with a mouthful of bitter brew. The full-mouthed noises that she made only served to aggravate the carbonation as the suds began to escape through the mouth that she desperately tried to keep tightly shut, and she was left with a choice… breathe through the nose and attempt to swallow it little-by-little, or spit it out and cut her losses. Nah, the latter shouldn’t be an option at all. She allowed her fellow spectators a reprieve from her obnoxious vociferations as she attempted to force some of the amber beverage down her esophagus.

Finally, the last of it disappeared from her maw as she went to bray with the crowd once again as Willie created momentum toward his opponent. What she meant to say was, “Hey Abe! Train comin’ through!!!” Instead, what came out of her mouth was, “Hey Abe! Tr-*BEEEEEEELCH*!!!” Astounded by the sound that she just produced, Dusti brought her hand to her mouth. “That did NOT work out as planned,” she informed the ithorian next to her, who was trying his best to will her out of existence as he continued to… well… spectate. She humphed in disappointment as she realized that her neighbor wasn’t exhibiting any amusement in her company.

“Wow…” she muttered bitterly. “You are no fun. Total. Stick. In. The. Mud.” She slapped him on the shoulder. “We can fix this. You need a drink. Hey!!!” She shouted to an ale vendor walking down the steps. “Two more over here! This guy needs to imbibe! STAT!!!”

@ Styx
@ Raven_41

 

[Abrakhal Grisgoh]

Focusing more on catching his steps, Abe was helpless to withstand the tackling charge. Doubling over Will's back, Abe shuffled back to keep on his feet despite the initial lift-off. His grip of Will's wrist twisted Will's left arm back awkwardly, just hanging on tight without a mind to do anything else with it in the moment. The awkward angle of the arm turned Will's charge slightly like a rudder, until Abe's back (more his left side) was slammed into the cage with Will's right arm and Abe was flattened upright with a jingling metal crash. Abe lost hold of Will's left wrist and bellowed as the wind blew out of him, cage links pinching and poking his bare skin. Abe's feet would touch the ground, back flat against the cage, as his hands and forearms came down onto Will's back protectively, upper body angled more over Will's left side than right.


@Raven_41 @Zanna Black

 

[William Hackett Solus]

Will felt the pain when his right arm got mashed up against the cage's chain wall, but he ignored it. His initial attempt to slam Abe against the cage's wall paid off well enough to be a success, even though he suffered a bit himself. Will took the opportunity and took a step back and out from under Abe. The man appeared to have been winded by Will's little bull charge and it made him smile joyously.

As he took some steps back, till he stood in the middle of the ring, "Is that's the best ya can do aruetyc?!" taunted the redhaired Mando'ad with a maddingly smirk. "Common, ya shab, show me what ya made of!" Taunted the firey redhaired man and even spread his arms to both sides, deliberately giving Abe an opening. Multiple spectators roared at Abe to get up again, while others cheered Will on, especially the other Mando'ad, chanting the word aruetyc at Abe, which in mando'a, means foreigner or non-Mandalorian. One guy by the cage's wall where Abe was slammed into by Will, was yelled at by a man, "I got 1500 credits on the line here, you better get your ass in and win!".

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[Dusti Streebek]

Dusti paid the vendor and brought her purchase back to their seats. She grabbed the ithorian’s hand and placed a cup full of frothing booze into it. “Come on! That’s your lifeline. You may learn to feel something after this. Bottoms up!” She tilted back her head and started chugging as she glanced over at her new “friend” with a side-eye. When she realized that he wasn’t drinking, she swallowed her mouthful. “What’s your isssssue, periscope-dude?” she slurred, the ale beginning to affect her speech. “Aw, crud, that was kinda *BURP* racist, wasn’t it? Sorry, it’s jush that you got that weird head angle goin’ for ya. So what’s the problem with the drink? Oh… those are your mouths??? Lemmie help ya then…” She grabbed the cup back and started pouring it into his left mouth. He resisted at first, but after a first taste he went for more. “That’s the *hic* ticket!” She put her arm around his shoulder and used her other hand to continue helping the guy drink his brew.

As the fight went on, Dusti continued to discuss the fight (albeit one-sidedly) to her buddy. “They both got thosh bushy beards… but they never pull on each other’sh beards. Ya know why. ‘Cause theyyyyyy’re gentlemen. They got class. That’s what it ish,” she explained as the two fighters continued to slam each other about and scream like the primal gentlemen that they were.

 

[Abrakhal Grisgoh]

Abrakhal slowly lifted, recovering. He cupped his ribs, belly swelling under the arm. His other hand reached back and clawed the fencing to hold himself up. Something bubbled up inside him. He was dizzy. He was tired, breathing too fast. His skin was too hot. This place was too sweaty. The sounds of the crowd closed in on him, stifling. He turned away, wincing. He threw up.

The sticky brown liquid spewed out from him to his left as he retched. He blinked to the sensation of his eyes watering as the moment passed. He breathed in and conclusively spat at the stain on the mat, now realizing he felt a lot better. Then he heard it.

"What'd you call me," he heaved. A euphoric vitality swelled in his head, coupled with a cruel throbbing. The crowd's mando'a goaded him. His eyes searched the blurry forum for a face to blame, but couldn't find one through the fencing; his eyes focused on Will. When he heard the gambling fan behind him he yelled out, "Stuff it up your arse!" He meant to direct it at the man, but was looking at Will.

Then he roared, enraged by it all, and charged at Will with an obscurely racist, "You filthy box troll!" Abe's left hand would wave out, while his right balled a fist behind and then swung a wide 30 degree haymaker at Will's jaw.


@Raven_41 @Zanna Black

 

[William Hackett Solus]

Will really felt the haymaker as Abrakhal's fist connected with his jaw. Will stumbled backwards and hit the cage's wall with a heavy clash. But instead of being angry, Will smiled, a mad wild smile and then he laughed excited and spit out some blood at the mat. "That's more like it ya aruetyc" crackled Will as he got away from the cage's wall.

The crowd around them roared, almost like everyone tried to outperform each other with their lung capacity. Will walked taunting at Abrakhal in a more slanting walk while along with his arms daring him to come at Will again, "but, in truth all I see is an aruetyc, all serious and no fun" dissed the mando'ad and launched a combo of quick jabs at his head, followed by a series of powerful kicks to Abrakhal's sides.

@Styx @Zanna Black

 

[Dusti Streebek]

“Holy *bleep*!!! Did you sssee that??? We got some… we got… wait a minute… *BRAAAAAP* We got some real power versush speed going on here!” Dusti continued on with her drunken commentary as the ithorian continued to imbibe next to her. It was quite possible that he was drinking to help himself tolerate the blathering fool next to him, but who could know?

She suddenly started laughing and slapped her “friend” on the back. “Y-you-you know what would make this fight even more interesting? ELECTRIC SHAVERS. They… they each get one sh-shaver each and whoever’s beard stays the most intact ish the winner! Bwa-a-a-a-ah!!!”

The ithorian had no idea what those even were.

As the fighters continued to wail away on each other, Dusti persisted in pestering the poor ithorian as he desperately started to look around for the ale vendor himself.

@ Styx
@ Raven_41

 

[Abrakhal Grisgoh]

Initially Abe was surprised by the success of his own punch, strained and wrinkled face stretching a widening look of glee; he was being taken over by this madman, body and spirit. But witnessing the rubber man bounce back with his happy retort soured Abe's expression and he gritted his teeth in preparation of what came next.

"All I see," he growled, "is a damned fool." It took some effort to try and hold back the noticeable curl of his corner lip, bitter to the thought that he might be enjoying this. If at first he'd come here to get his head knocked in to dull the pain of it all, he might've found someone who wouldn't let him be miserable. And yet the Mandalorian infuriated him so.

Abe raised his fists. He backed away from the jabs, then rebounded off a backstep right into Will with a left hook to Will's temple. Having pulled Will into him before launching at him, he'd forced Will's first kick to overshoot its target and Will's knee would hit Abe's hip. After having leaned right with the first hook, Abe would be in lower position to follow up with a sneaky right handed uppercut to the chin right after.

@Raven_41 @Zanna Black

 

[William Hackett Solus]

Will felt the powerful punches from his opponent. The first punch, straight to his temple, Will felt the pounding pain spread like a wildfire throughout his head, making he stagger a bit. The second punch, right in the chin with a mean uppercut, sending Will to really stagger back, slamming into the cage's wall and then fell to his knees and hands. The red-haired Mando'ad felt the pain and taste of iron in his mouth.

Styx got a huge round of applause and cheering from the spectators that surrounded the to brawlers. "IS THAT'S IT FOR OUR MANDALORIAN FRIEND?!" Asked the announcer to all the spectators. A roaring cheer for Will to get up and continue fighting had to share with all the spectators who cheered for Abrakhal.

With a hand gripping on to the cage, Will slowly got up on his feet and just smiled like a madman, "THAT'S WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!" Roared the red-haired Mandalorian, almost able to match the cheering spectators. Will spit out some blood and looked like he wasn't just knocked down on all four from Abrakhal. With his hands out, Will taunted Abrakhal by moving his fingers in an inviting movement, "come get some ya aruetii!" Roared Will and launched a mean right hook at Abrakhal, followed by a powerful left hook. Both punches were to lead Abrakhal on, getting his defends up for his head. If Will's bluff worked, he would plant a crushing knee to Abrakhal's stomach, making him topple over in pain.

@Styx
@Zanna Black

 

[Dusti Streebek]

Dusti was having a blast… even if her seat-neighbor didn’t completely share her sentiment. But when one imbibes a little too much alcohol eventually one’s vision starts to get a little… fuzzy.

She wasn’t able to pick out what punch came from who anymore, so she began to squint a bit as she attempted to focus her eyesight. “Awwwww, *bleep*, I can’t sssee them m-much anymore.” She slapped the ithorian on the back one more time. “Buddy, it’sh been nice paling around, buuut I think I’m gonna squeeze my way down toward the f-front. Hey! Hey… you *hic* you sh-should totally come with me!””

The ithorian gave her a deadpan stare.

Dusti pouted in disappointment. “Fiiiiiine… maybe… may… maybe I’ll find you later. Sssee ya, periscope.” She blew him a kiss before she began to meander her way down the concrete steps, squeezing through the other shouting drunkards and stumbling over the occasional moof milker.

The ithorian’s mouths smiled gratefully… although he had to admit, he still wanted more ale.

@ Styx
@ Raven_41