*Kyle stood inside the ring, waiting for his opponent to arrive. Here, it was no names, no rules, but the taste of glory and victory that would keep the winner concentrated and strong-willed. Cloaked in brown robes, Kyle's mind was very calm, although his heart was a bit jumpy. He didn't like the crowds whose only purpose was to bet on a victor and to see blood spilt. If they wanted blood, they could fight themselves. But, this was the only was to keep Kyle's moves sharp and efficient for battle.*
Kyle vs. Anyone!
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*John Raider walked in, cool in his lazy swagger, winking at some of the women in the crowd. When his gaze finally turned to the Jedi a brow rised slightly.*
"So your my opponent? Well any rules in this fight and are we going it to the death?"
"So your my opponent? Well any rules in this fight and are we going it to the death?"
"I am your opponent. And it's up to you for rules. I don't care what rules we have, and deaths are just for fun. I'm here to fight."
*Kyle let out an interesting smile that revealed a cold and ruthless man that should have been otherwise. He dropped his robes to the ground, revealing his Jedi tunic for all to see. The crowd stopped jeering, and the wind came to a thundering halt. The very thought that raced through every specatators' mind made Kyle feel at home. 'What in the devil is a Jedi doing at a death match?!'
The silence was broken by a Hutt shouting through his speaker. His announcement was that the Jedi was only a poser, and that the fight would go on. Kyle did not care what was going on in the outside world. It was time to get some exercise. Lightsaber on the left side of his hilt, and blaster on his right, Kyle's leg muscles started to flex as he bent down, straightning out one side of his leg, while leaning on the other. It was the sign of stretching as well as having an easy opponent. He even moved his arms around a bit before wiping off the smirk on his pale face.*
"Begin when you're ready."
*Kyle let out an interesting smile that revealed a cold and ruthless man that should have been otherwise. He dropped his robes to the ground, revealing his Jedi tunic for all to see. The crowd stopped jeering, and the wind came to a thundering halt. The very thought that raced through every specatators' mind made Kyle feel at home. 'What in the devil is a Jedi doing at a death match?!'
The silence was broken by a Hutt shouting through his speaker. His announcement was that the Jedi was only a poser, and that the fight would go on. Kyle did not care what was going on in the outside world. It was time to get some exercise. Lightsaber on the left side of his hilt, and blaster on his right, Kyle's leg muscles started to flex as he bent down, straightning out one side of his leg, while leaning on the other. It was the sign of stretching as well as having an easy opponent. He even moved his arms around a bit before wiping off the smirk on his pale face.*
"Begin when you're ready."