Log:SHOCK BOXING: Episode 1

Shock Boxing. Do you need me to say more?

OOC Date: September 7th, 2021
Location: The Sweatshop - Ko Hentota District, Nar Shaddaa
Participants: Tovani Enno, Roth Kora, Tamsin Cas, Hadrix Kora, Sumi Kora, Jax Greystorm, Logos Kane, Corr Waldin, Yuun, Khalim, Valeska Jaivon, Ambrosia Greystorm, Hahtavi Kora, and Maireni as herself and GM.

[ Maireni Lash (M)]

The Sweatshop. It's not the finest of establishments, not even by Ko Hentota standards, there's a funny smell that can't quite be placed, most surfaces have that slightly tacky feeling like it hasn't been cleaned in a while. There are more than a few blaster marks on the walls to indicate unpleasantly of the very violent kind, but tonight the Place. Is. Packed. Nothing brings out the crowds like violence!

Maireni Lash is dressed head to toe in some very garish gear, with more rings than should be worn by three people, a hat that doesn't sit quite right on the puff of her hair and may or may not be glued in place. Her makeup is Ryn chic, which is to say, pretty bad and not at all fashionable, but in spite of all this terribleness that she's not at all aware of, she looks nothing short of delighted.

"AYYYYY, LADIES AND GENTS AND ALL YOU SEXY BEINGS, WE'RE HERE TO WATCH A FIGHT!"

Her voice is amplified and she's loving it, she can be loud, and is the center of attention, what could be better. "FIGHTERS, ENTER THE PIT AND INTRODUCE YOURSELVES!" One heavily be-ringed hand sweeps to point down at the pit all the spectators can see down into. "AND THEN WE FIGHT!"

[Tovasi Enno]

Zzzst ssss zzzst go Tovani's gloves as she slaps the knuckles together and readies herself for what is about to be chaos wound tightly together by shared adrenaline. Her's is already rushing so at times the general sound is broken by the thud tha thud of her heart. The Wroonian looks up from her study of the ground and her gloves moments after she finished pep talking herself. There are some mean looking participants out there and she may be short but she's built to be able to throw some punches. "Okay then. No big deal." Pause. "OH!" She spots Khalim in the mix and before they are set about their casual fisticuffs she waves at him. The one face she knows in the multitude of others that have gathered and this fact drowns out the call to exit into the arena. Pause. Someone working at the side of her view is waving her and motioning her forward as she stands nearest the exit into the arena.

"OH!" Another quick wave and then she is jogging out and into view. This is one way to make money, being entertainment for others. The exuberant jog begins to slow as she lifts one of her gloves into the air. "Tovasi Enno of Wroona!" Seems good enough, a brief wave at the stands and she moves to the side, to give way and also to watch her competition.

[ Valeska Jaivon (Val)]

Shock boxing. Shock. Boxing. Two magical words that Valeska didn't think went together, but it's a brave, new world. Deep in the most disgusting, grimey, exhaust-fumed hovels that Nar Shaddaa can offer, this event sounds dangerous. Irresponsible. Downright lunacy!

So of /course/ Valeska is getting front row -- it's standing room only, but whatever -- seats to this. Not participating and thus not insane enough to remove her armour, Valeska nudges Hahtavi with her elbow. "I'm not fool enough to jump in that right, but I'll happily watch others do it, yeah?" Especially since some of those 'others' are the Kora Clan's finest. "Between the two, who do you think will last longer: Sumi or Hadrix?"

[ Logos Kane (LK)]

Logos Kane is here, ready to brawl, ready to throw hands. He spits out the toothpick he had in his mouth and despite being a bit older, he cracks his neck and stretches as the electrified gloves reach his hands, and his eyes lift to his enemies. He makes a slow exhale of breath. He has no idea if he's going to make it through this one. He smacks his knuckles togethr in a dramatic fist bump.

Shock Boxing.

"This should be fun...let's make it a good one."

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

Whether a result of good planning (unlikely) or happy chance (more likely), there was medical aid in the bar tonight. Perhaps because it was only the walk of a few blocks away, Tamsin Cas had found a place for herself not far from the ring, fighting pit, rumble zone? She didn't know. But, she had her bag, she had a bottle of water, and she might just have a few credits to pass around to the bookies who were bound to be making their rounds. While not as raucous as the other spectators, she did pay close attention to each of the fighters as they were introduced. Call it...pre-emptive triage.

[ Hadrix Kora (Had)] Someone may have taken 'skins' a little too seriously as Hadrix Kora strides to the fighting pit, fingers flexing to work the fit of the shock gloves he has on. Resting the urge of a psyche up smack against his own chest, lest his entry be to a comedic effect. Lacking a great deal of the scarring one might expect of a man of his reputation. A few puncture wound scars, the odd slash. But otherwise just a big, bearded, shaved wookiee that looks like his hobby is chewing on wrooshyyr wood to pass the time.

"Hadrix Kora, of Clan Kora." rasped out with a voice like breaking rocks from years of shouting and neck injuries.

[ Sumi Kora (Sumi)]

When the call came out to enter the arena and introduce herself, Sumi stepped inside wearing dark shoes, tight shorts and a tank. She wore a mouth piece to protect her tongue and refrain from grinding her teeth. Sana, who was in the crowd watching, had taken the time to tie Sumi's hair back so it stayed out of her face. When she found a spot to stand, Sumi spit her mouth piece into the palm of her hand and yelled. "SOOOOOOOMI! Hahah, LET'S DO THIS! OYA!" Mouthpiece back in, Sumi pounded her shock gloves together which triggered their initiation. Electric sparks arced off the knuckles and she took her stance, idly bouncing from foot to foot. Her expression hardened to something that translated to 'Kill'. This century old soldier was ready.

[ Corr Waldin (cw)]

There he is, Corr Waldin, the leader of the Explorer's Guild, wearing a pair of charcoal athletic shorts and a beige cutoff. The patron saint of high fashion. As the janky camera droids whirl in on him, a microphone with the foam cover barely hanging on extended, he gives it a suspicious look, raising one of his shock-gloved hands as if to ward it off. "Oh, uh, I'm Corr Waldin," he half-mumbles at the thing, almost embarrassed to be in the spotlight even temporarily. He gives the gloves a zappy clink together, offering a cagey smile before the droid zips on.

[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]

There are a few well armored Mandalorians in the crowd. This isn't the sort of place Hahtavi would usually show up, hating crowds and loud noise. But indeed, some of his clan are in the pit to fight tonight so he's come with Valeska to observe.

His baritone rumbles low through his helmet's vocoder, <" Sumi, most likely but Hadrix is very good in his own right. If it's to be a mass melee however ... there is no telling."> Hahtavi quiets as the two whom they speak give enter and give their introductions.

With his 360 view through his helmet's optics, Hahtavi keeps an eye on those close by in the crowd as well as the fighters. Watching out for familiar faces as well as any idiots brave enough to try and pinch something off of himself or his clanmates.

[ Roth Kora (Roth)]

Roth is not here as a contender, but she was betting that since there was a fight about to go down that at least one...or half a dozen Kora's would be there and she's not wrong! She's wearing her armor, which doesn't do much to cut a swathe through the gauntlet of people that are packed in. She has no interest standing in the front, so she aims for the back and takes up residence leaning against a post to give a look over the crowd. The white armor makes her stand out, but she's not worried about that.

[ Ambrosia Greystorm (Amber)]

A person can go to great lengths for a good night's sleep, and the older you get, the more elusive those nights become. One of those fighters waiting to enter the pit is a ball of spite, restlessness, and anger fifty-nine years in the making. She could use a good nap. Among other things.

Her weathered slant of a frown turns deeper still and the old battleaxe lifts her head from her crouch. She casts an eye up and around at the livening crowd, the announcer's voice, and rips the roll of tape free from its last pass around her left foot. "You got eyes?" she mumurs lowly against her collarbone, rubbing chin on strap while pushing slowly off her knees. The gloves are slid onto hands one at a time, then she steps forward into the to and fro scanning of light. One eye flinches, just a twitch, and she stands there a long minute, looking /past/ the assembled opponents, into the surrounding crowd. Hunting.

Her aging body is a roadmap of war, most bits that are visible bearing signs of more wear and tear than playing nursemaid to grandchild ought entail. Wisps of silver and gold are already dampening with sweat and one might wonder whether the woman did, in fact, mean to be here. But. Of course she did.

A very faint, very lopsided upcurl of lip brings her seemingly vacant expression back into focus, even if one side of her face struggles to match the movement of the other. "Granny Grump." On 'grump', the gloves are knocked stoutly together and she begins to tick a slow eenie-meenie among faces present.

[ Khalim (Kh)]

Let's be frank, Khalim looks like he got waylaid on the way to Raider's Cove's boardwalk, in search of a strong drink. Wearing swim shorts, a grey-brown in coloration with chalky white stripes down each leg, a worn Death's Head Ale tee is shrugged up and over and off, leaving the Mirialan shirtless and almost neon-green under harsh club lighting.

Climbing into the ring, a couple of faces are noted, nodded at, and in Tovasi's case a raised-hand-wave is reciprocated alongside a quirked smile. A stretch to the left, stretch to the right. A popped shoulder. They all preface activation of his own pair of gloves, an arc traveling across each fist for a moment before a low, steady hum settles in. "Khalim Nim. Of over there." He points kinda-sorta in the direction he thinks Parmac may be, far beyond the Sweatshop's walls. It's not, of course.

He has neither the look, nor immediate stance of a professional fighter, but he does have the look of someone capable of taking a shot. To the chest, specifically, as evidenced by the mostly healed scarring at upper left. Ok, so someone shot him, rather than punched him, but it's still taking a hit, right? Right??

A little bounce from left to right, and he appears to settle into a posture that's a little bit more ring-appropriate.

[ Maireni Lash (M)]

Maireni's grin is edging toward a little too broad, showing off her pearly white kinda sharp teeth while her tail thrashes a bit, causing the bracelets hung on it to rattle with each movement. "And those are our fighters!" She's standing up on the edge of the pit now, crouching down with one hand on a support beam to keep her from falling into the pit below. "Who you think has the best chance? Place your bets before it's too late!" There is, no doubt, another Ryn somewhere in the crowd playing the bookie. "I'm liking that Granny Grump, ya feel? She's old but she got spice, like a real nice hot sauce."

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

Jax comes to stand next to Hahtavi and Valeska. He has a bottle of Corellian ale in his hand that he's sipping. He wasn't dressed like Valesk had seen him last. He takes a sip of his beer. "Hahtavi and Valeska. I think the old lady's going to win. You up for a friendly wager?"

[ Tovasi Enno (Tovi)]

It is getting a little crowded in the ring as more and more paricipants pour out until Khalim brings up the rear. One gloved hand pushes against the other to help relieve the adrenaline inspired sweat that accompanies the nervous twitch in her left eye. She gives a huff of breath up and to the side to rid herself of some stray lavender mauve hair. She swallows and gives her competitors a long once over before chaos rules over actions. Her own are a bit more measured and with Logos being the closest to her she means to try to catch him unaware and move in. She's quick footed and the first punch connects much to her relief to watch the arc of electricity dance from glove to the body of her opponent. "No hard feelings!" She calls out to him, cringing a little as she watches her glove near miss his chest and her weight go into it, carrying her through as she throws a foot out to catch herself.

[ Yuun (Yun)]

Having been asked to join Jax, Yuun makes his way here to Nar as well, he used to keep up with Shock Boxing matches when he was younger but he kinda loss track due to other ventures. But to be here was exciting and a goofy looking smile shows on his face as he walks along with Jax, though eh slows up as he tries to see who is fighting.

[ Valeska Jaivon (Val)]

"I dunno," Valeska says to Hahtavi curiously: pondering over the contestents. "I think in a setting like this, Sumi has it over Hadrix, but it depends on who gets targetted first, yeah?" When Jax makes his appearance next to them, Valeska throws her arm around the man's shoulder and grins. "Hey, there you are! Haven't seen you since Chandrila. We need to talk later, yeah? But first... wager you say? Sure! I'll put five thousand she doesn't make it." Because she's gotta back her Alor and Al'Verde.

[ Logos Kane (LK)]

Logos is closest.

Kriff.

Tovasi's gloved hands comes after him and his eyes seem to narrow, the first punch nails him right in the gut and almost makes him double over. The next attack is very narrowly dodged by him moving out of the way at the last possible second. Of course, he comes back with two punches, much in the way of snap-jabs, towards Tovasi's chest and head respectively!

Alas, both miss. "Damn."

[ Hadrix Kora (Had)]

Durasteel cord implanted to reinforce damaged skeletal structure shifts beneath the big man's skin like worms writhing against trapezius and shoulder blades. Moving beneath the lighting reveals a series of small tube like pieces rising an eighth inch above the right shoulder socket.

If the balor glare of his right eye didn't qualify Hadrix as a cyborg, much of the structural reinforcement to his body should. There are the shapes of plates along one leg. Joint reinforcement at the knee of the other. It's a wonder he doesn't have shock gloves built into his rekking arms.

Spotting Amber as she enters there's a nod and a grin when he makes to get her attention, striding towards her like a hunting cat moving over rock and bramble. Leaning suddenly and breaking into an almost ape like lunge, to aim an open palm slap intent on cupping a wampa-paw full of air into her ear before the right hand comes around again in a jaw intended fist.

[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]

Hahtavi shifts his weight where he stands in his black Dreadfinder armor, not bothering to turn his helm when Jax arrives to stand beside them. <"Who is she? Relative of yours, Jax?"> A faint nod to what Valeska says, <"Aye. Inititive, speed, luck... if you believe in luck."> So he'll wait and see - that's why he's here.

Quite a few faces he doesn't know here, and a fair number that he does. Hahtavi has an interest in watching quite a few of them, most of his attention focused upon it.

[ Roth Kora (Roth)]

Roth straightens a touch when names are given and there's a vocoded 'ahhhh' that comes out quietly. The Alabaster Banshee was quiet off the battlefield and she doesn't add into the cacophony here. She simple watches the fights that are unfolding in the small circles. Ones that were going to be breaking into bigger ones probably. But that was the fun of these events. They were unpredictable.

[ Sumi Kora (Sumi)]

When the attack is given, Sumi sprints across the opening and attacks Khalim, using the shock value of a war cry, and an aerial punch that lands like a hammer fist. It happens so quick, Sumi doesn't even register where her attack has made its landing. She pivots in place, looking to implement a back fist but only finds air where his face was.

WHIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFF!

"HA! Well done!" She pursues him, eager to induce more PAIN!

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

Jax returns the hug to Val. "This is an associate of mine." He nods to Yuun. "Merc goes by the name Yuun." Then he looks out at the flight as Amber gets pounded on by Hadrix. "5K it is Cousin. The old lady? That's Valeska's Godmother. She's a mean old rebel and probably the scariest person I know in the galaxy."

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

As the battle for your life (or legacy) began, Tamsin made certain she was far enough back that she did not risk ending up in the middle of the tussle, but stayed close enough that she could be of use if things went poorly. As things usually did. The few faces in the crowds she knew and could see through the crush, she did offer a nod or a wave to, should they catch her eye or she theirs, but, she was happy to keep her back to the room, her eyes on the fighters. And to pass of a chit to the Ryn bookie who was passing by. Just a few, on the sly.

[ Valeska Jaivon (Val)]

Valeska offers a nod of greeting to Yuun. "A merc, yeah? Same. We should go on a job together. Could be fun. How are you at getting shot and shooting back?" Towards Hahtavi, Valeska adds on to Jax's explanation. "Our families go way back to the Rebellion. Remember when I said my mom was a General of the army?" A nod towards the rampaging older woman in the ring. "Aunt Amber was her XO. Now she runs the show with two iron fists, yeah? Scary woman whom I've not seen in ages. I miss her." Then Valeska leans in and whispers loudly: "She's also Jax's mom."

[ Yuun (Yun)]

Yuun waves, "Hello." he smiles as he looks to the people he's being introduced to, "Nice to meet you." he says as he looks to Val and Hahtavi. He quirks a brow and looks down to see Amber and he grins remembering her, "Shock Boxing is pretty damn good, takes skill, though some years ago, some were just wildly throwing thier arms around, nice to see some with skill." he grins.

[ Corr Waldin (cw)]

The fight is JOINED, and Corr spends a moment bouncing on the balls of his feet, looking around the arena, less weighing his opponents and more getting back in the mindspace of a no-holds-barred all-out melee ass-whoopin' with the boys. "Just like old times," he mutters under his breath, noticing a crotchety old woman getting beat on by a big dude with stuff on him. Wait, is that- she'll be fine.

Nearer to him, there's a shouting woman chasing a poor green guy who is taking the worse of a beating, and Corr steps in, swinging a haymaker at the woman from her blind side, and without San'dra Bull'okk there to protect her, the punch connects. Riding the high, he swings again and nearly tumbles forward as the heavy glove travels through empty air.

[ Roth Kora (Roth)]

Roth laughs when she hears Sumi war cry over the din of the crowd, "Well, someone is going to get their moneys worth tonight...they might not like the end result is all." she comments mainly to herself. But it causes a few of those around her to give her odd looks. She gives an armored shrug, "I'm just stating the truth." she tells them with a bit of a chuckle.

[ Hahtavi Kora (Haht)]

Listening, the Mandalorian male gives a faint nod but most of Hahtavi's attention remains on the fighters. He makes no comment about Valeska's or Jax's family. Yuun gets a brief look but no one would know it since his T-visor of his helmet doesn't move, still facing forward.

[ Ambrosia Greystorm (Amber)]

Him. Of course it would be him. The large cyber-Mando has fixed his eyes upon her and Ambrosia drops her chin into a predatory little sneer of her own.

<We've got vi--->

And that is the last thing that General Greystorm's ear implant - either of the two - register. Other than the explosion of static and piercing, enduring eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.....

A tiny glance up over his inbound lunk of a head had cost her.

The sound of impact knocking her skull is SOLID and plenty audible, most of all to her, but a metal plate MIGHT have taken the brunt of that hit. It's barely registered though before his followup punch seeks to put a dent in her jaw's prosthetics. Granny Grump's head is snapped viciously aside, to the tune of some enthralled, few horrified gasps in the crowd. Rather than drop like the sack of meat she's been tenderized to be, the aging rebel remains on feet and that rattled cranium swivels slooowly back to give its assailant a bloodied smile. Her left hand is around that offending wrist, gripping it with all the volts it can muster and she pulls him to her whilst dropping her shoulder and driving a solid punch home....

Is that below the belt?

[ Khalim (Kh)]

Right up front, a truck of a woman. No brakes. Here she comes and there's a moment where Khalim sees the pain of his immediate future as Sumi's air-mailed fist is so fast, too fast for even his natural agility to deflect. He grunts, an ugly sound, with the shock-assisted impact of her glove just as the sailing of a second back-fist misses, though by little. That eagerness of her pursuit makes it clear he's locked in.

The Mirialan is not a boxer. There's more street to him, at least where this discipline is concerned, and he responds with a quick jab that somehow manages to find its way home. It's immediately followed by a cross, thrown hard across his body, that clears air... and nothing else.

The shirtless Mirialan dances back, and though a quick dart of dark brown eyes scans for any unaccounted for incoming punches, his attention remains firmly upon the savage woman still menacingly focused, and close. "One for one, seems fair," he grins, though clearly is favoring one side over the other - you don't take a hit like that and simply shrug it off.

[ Maireni Lash (M)]

"Oh, Ho, HOOOOOOOO, Granny Grump about got GOT!" Maireni squeals as she watches fists fly. "Tovasi ain't no slouch either. AYYY," she appears to be shouting down into the pit now. "What you doin' after this?" Who is she asking? Who knows, she may not even know, she may just be throwing everything at the wall to see what sticks. "LOOK AT THE GREEN GUY GO! GETTEM! AY WALDIN YOU STILL GOT ONE OF MY GOOD LUCK ANTI CURSE CHARMS? IT'S WORKING!" She cheers so hard a gem is dislodged from one of her rings and goes flying into the crowd. Watch your eyes!

[ Valeska Jaivon (Val)]

Valeska taps Hahtavi and Jax each on the arm simultaneously with the back of her fingers and laughs as Amber takes a one-two haymaker from Hadrix but keeps standing. "You see that?! I've been hit by those fists /without/ the shock gloves. She's a beast! I love her. Go, Granny Grump!" But then she remembers her wager and clears her throat. "And also Clan Kora! Oya!"

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

As the melee continued, Tamsin's attention was momentarily drawn away, watching as a pair of duros fight amongst themselves over, well, best not to ask what sort of possibly meat, possibly someone's torn off limb they were pulling on like a wishbone. When it did not appear that it would end up being accidentally flung in her direction, she looked back, just in time to see the hardened warrior Hadrix was fighting recover from two stunning blows. There was just the slightest tilt of Tamsin's head as she studied the larger mandalorian's opponent.

[ Tovasi Enno (Tovi)]

Two punches, one for her chest - hey now! - another for her face and Tovasi is quick to lean back, losing her footing as she stumbles to keep her feet. She blinks as she can still taste the air he brought rushing in. "Whoa...okay. Hard feelings or?" She is not sure even but she is allowing her weigh to shift back forwards as she brings up her hands to defend herself and wait for an opening. Even if it does come she does not land the blow as the left glove swings first, favoring that side as she twists into it and misses by a hair as the second is thrown completely wide and it leaves her open. Her foot slides out to change her weight as she shoots a tight, nervous smile at her opponent as the sound of the other engagements around her put the woman on edge.

"Its only a matter of time..." Her bright eyes stray momentarily to make sure she won't be take by surprise.

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

Jax looks at Yuun for a moment a bit confused. "What about arms flailing? That's more likely what would be happening if I was fighting." He chuckles as Val starts rooting for Amber and then remembers her clan and her bet. He takes another sip of his beer. "In hind sight, if Val acts a bit off it may be the old ladies fault."

[ Yuun (Yun)]

Yuun notices the turn of the head from Hahtavi, he then looks over to Val and Jax, "Well if you have flailing arms, that isn't fighting that is flailing." he chuckles. "Watch the good fighters see how they move and attack, it's an art like other things." he grins. Still he is watching Granny Grump and the other fighters." He then quirks a brow, "I don't want to be hit by Granny Grump then, got it." he smirks.

[ Logos Kane (LK)]

Oh yeah, he's got this now. Logos manages to miss but then he's back on the offensive! "Hard feelings? None here." Logos claims as his fist starts to throw themselves out at Tovasi! Sadly, he manages to miss both times. Surprisingly, so does she! With Logos managing bro back handspring out of the way of the shocking fist. He slowly exhales, eyes serious as he raises his hands again.

[ Hadrix Kora (Had)]

Teeth gritting with the electrical shimmer running up his arm from the stun glove grabbing his arm and despite some of the feedback showing through flesh, and the vibrating twitch of his right eye. Cheeks blowing out to get that rich, full bodied, ozone flavor deep into the taste centers of his mouth before he spots the smile and the pivot.

Hadrix looses his air at that, left eye squeezing shut and the right remaining open because his body forgets enough, as is, to blink that one. An animal escapes, somewhere between a growl, groan and a wheeze. "If you weren't..." cough... Chin dropping to spit and take in a breath, "married and I weren' spoken' for, Greystorm..."

If they weren't fist fighting she might be leaping into a lift hold while the pair of them spun about the middle of the dance floor. 'Cause nobody puts Amber in the corner. So I'll tell you something, this could be love. Because - they HAD... the fight of their life! Like no-one's punched them before! Yes they swear, it's so true.

If she can go for the bits... well all's fair right?

Hadrix's right hand sweeps down to grab Ambrosia Greystorm where he can make a proper scoop grip while putting some dozen volts in response to where he's going to need numbing agents and ice packs. His roar is long and loud before his entire body is pivoting and twisting into a javelinist stance to long bomb The Krayt Dragon of The Rebellion up and over his own head, and point her right back, face down, at the duracrete. Like a Mandalorian roller coaster from Haran.

[ Sumi Kora (Sumi)]

Sumi has clear picture of Khalim one second, then she sees his knuckles for a lighting fast jab, then someone else's gloves, too! Ugh, cold cocked. She dances back, clearly dazed and shaking her head. She hates brawls. She hates not having her clan with her to watch her back. She loves inducing pain, though. And when the fog clears in her eyes in those seconds, Khalim may notice that she's locked onto him again, ignoring Waldin altogether to stick to her intended target.

She swings with a feral hook, but it was a feint. The true attack was the back hand she employed again Khalim, smacking him harshly with the ridges of her shocking glove. "You move fast, I commend you!" She says, growling as she goes through the motions of avoiding incoming attacks. Her training begins to show in this case, an odd show of perception!

[ Corr Waldin (cw)]

With the melee mayhem ensuing in full swing, Corr stays on Sumi rather than going floating around the ring looking for targets of opportunity. She ignores him, and he presses in from the side again, skipping in quickly to launch a quick one-two at the Morellian's head, but the smaller fighter is no slouch either and she pulls away just far enough that the static charge on his gloves only raises the lil baby hairs on her face rather than inducing a flooring shock.

He pulls back away, brow furrowing with concentration, beads of sweat running into the furrow. It's hard to resist the urge to wipe them away but that feels like a bad idea with the apparatus on.

[ Ambrosia Greystorm (Amber)]

"'atta boy," Ambrosia hisses through clenched teeth, body too rigid from all the volts to avoid what comes next. What she can feel unfurling within his core just under her own, hearbeats before the well-deserved reciprocation. The woman's birthed four children in her day, though, so what's a little glove...

The STUNNING power of those gloves short-circuits a little bit of everything on her way up, up, up, and over. And down. Not just down, but DOWN. Piss and vinegar - of which her veins are full - can only overcome so much.

So it is that Granny Grump is out of this fight, a possibly-still-breathing heap on the ring floor with a....

Is that a smile on her face? Grimace? Smile? It's hard to say, save for those who know her best.

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

Finally, something to do that wasn't doing all of the heavy looking on. As that same opponent, the older, obviously battle hardened woman was thrown to the floor, Tamsin slid from her seat, casting a glance behind her. Woe betide the person who stole her seat. They might find themselves one doctor short at their time of greatest need. She did not, however, go into the ring or whatever it was, herself, instead, the looked over to some of the, well, she would assume they were the fight pit crew, "Well, pull her out. It's not going to be an exciting fight if people are tripping over her, and that will cost you money." That's right, Tamsin, get them where it hurts. In the pocketbooks.

[ Khalim (Kh)]

Sumi's sandwiched between two pairs of fists, Corr diverting just enough of her attention that she lands - fortunately - only one thrown fist sent at Khalim. The first, a feint, is responded to as she'd expected, opening the Mirialan up to the real point: that back-hand that delivers kinetic force and the crack of electric discharge directly to his face. He takes a reflexive step back, hands up too late.

"You're kriffing fast," he grunts, no smile but clearly a compliment in the moment.

Winded, Khalim sucks in a hard breath, and the woman is still on him, still focused and out for blood. It's all he can do in between a bent-knee slip and a rising jab and hook - both which miss by fairly large margins - to keep himself in the fight.

[ Maireni Lash (M)]

"SPICY HOT SAUCE GRANNY IS OWWWWWWWUUUT!" Maireni shouts loudly enough that she could be heard without the lil droid that's helping to make her voice even more booming. She loves it. She's going to take this definitely not stolen droid everywhere. Eardrums beware! "But the rest of ya still got a fightin' chance!"

Several in the audience boo as Amber is taken out of the fight, and one Rodian in particular is howling about being RUINED!

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

Jax fishes out a credit chip and hands it to Val. "Don't spend it all in one place. I'm going to make sure she doesn't kill a doctor." Jax motions with his head towards the side lines where he was heading. "I'm heading down to go make sure the old Grump don't get lost. I see what you mean. I need to flail less." Then he turns to call out, "Waldin! Win this!"

[ Tovasi Enno (Tovi)]

"Well good because after this no matter who wins, I am buying you a drink." Tovasi says across to Logos who, fortunately, has been her only dance partner. She's caught a few of the interactions and groupings and its made her a little gun shy.

Logos gets close again but she twists just out of the way, leaning to the side which translates into her positioning for an uppercut. It lands solidly while his arms are away and she watches it connect with something of a wide eyed stare despite gritted teeth.

"Oof..." she even lingers long enough to make sure there is no last damage and he is not going to be in any sort of danger. "A drink. I owe you more than one now." A brief salute is given to Logos. The Wroonian is hardly out of the woods.

[ Valeska Jaivon (Val)]

Valeska claps Jax on the shoulder as he turns to go. "I'll swing by Chandrila again soon. Hoping there's some updates on what we talked about. /I/ will bring the cake this time, yeah?" With Jax leaving, Valeska looks back to the fight sa electrified fists are a'flyin'. Khalim, in particular, gets her attention. "How in the hell is he /dodging/ her?" Valeska has trained against Hadrix and Sumi's fists. And in watching this display, it's clear she needs to train a /lot/ more.

[ Yuun (Yun)]

Yuun cringes as he sees the blows Granny takes, "DAYUM!" he cringes. Still that was a nice damn fight and he smiles as he looks over at Jax and Val, watching Val bouncing about. He chuckles, "Good fight." he says. He nods to Jax, "I will come down shortly." he says to Jax, "And yes, less flailing." he says to his friend.

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)] Tamsin, who had found a free space, or possibly forced a free space by the fighting pit, waited for the unconscious woman to be brought out to her, waving a hand as she was not really paying much attention to the actual fighting that was going on. "Anyone else injured, just move them over here, however you can." Grab an arm, a leg, probably not a head. Just move them out. Tamsin would, probably, take care of the rest.

[ Hadrix Kora (Had)]

Turning, leaving Ambrosia to he tended to or left by the event crew as he drops to a three point stance. Breathing, spitting again and mentally negotiating with the parts of him that've been electrocuted. One bare foot scraping hand-made stone and pushing off with a growl, the Boar-Wolf of Ealor is a cargo-freighter building steam and pounding across the distance for the blond bearded man.

Too much speed and far too much numbness from the waist down limping his stride for a wild left swing going cross-body. His steps slide, leaving skin on the floor behind him and a grinding of reinforcement servos in knee, ankle and hip announcing the arrival of the hulking soldier. The overextension throws off his aim, giving a wide breeze to any across from the swing before he gets his bearings, and snorts. The follow up from Hadrix is a solid straight punch intended for the solar plexus of the explorer. Keeping himself on the balls of his feet, ready to dip and juke with far more speed than he should have.

[ Sumi Kora (Sumi)]

Sumi chuckles, dancing back from a two sets of blows, then pursues Khalim after his second strike. She moved quick, like a viper, delivering a toxic blow to the torso to spare the man further damage on his face. With the shock that spread following impact, it may have been enough to help the man safely from the fight. She didn't want to see her opponent come to harm by being stepped on!

Sumi issued a brief salute, making a fist and putting it over her chest (careful not to shock herself). "Until we meet again! OYA!"

Sumi was going to turn on Corr, but it seemed the tall Kora Commander had zeroed in on that fighter! That left the flawless victor, Tovasi Enno! Sumi didn't give her a choice, she ran right for her, stopping short. "Humble me!" She calls out before taking her stance! It certainly isn't an insult, but a call of mutual respect between two fighters!

[ Valeska Jaivon (Val)]

Tilting her head towards Yuun with a slight grin that is growing ever more mischievious. "Seriously, though. You're a merc and a friend of Jax's, yeah? You must be accustomed to a bit of trouble. Just gotta make sure you get paid for it." The crimson Mandalorian gives the younger man a nudge of her elbow then gestures towards the ring where Sumi and Hadrix are still standing. As well as some of those around them. "Mentors, am I right?" And a glance to where Jax left then back to Yuun. "Never cease to amaze. Choose the right ones and you can take on the galaxy."

She says all of this while tucking away a solid five thousand chits. It's been a good night.

[ Corr Waldin (cw)]

Corr is just a regular guy, really. He's not even six feet tall. He doesn't have any weird extras bolted on that didn't come standard out of the box. The explorer didn't even bother digging out some flashy clothes for this, it looks like he was on his way to the track and wandered in off the street.

When the enhanced man creating a medical waste hazard on the mats behind him comes his way, he shifts tack, abandoning Sumi and Khalim to their respective fates for the time being. The first swing goes past as he ducks away from it, and the second hits him hard, the shockglove discharging against braced forearms as he attempts to cover up. It's hard to cover up against electricity.

Arms tingling from the charge, he shakes it off and pushes out a quick jab and hook at Hadrix, but he's a hair too slow again and can't seem to connect. Maybe it's his reach, he's not a tall man.

[ Khalim (Kh)]

Khalim IS facing a viper. He may be quick. He /is/ quick, but there's something almost serpent-like about the finesse, speed, and precision of Sumi's final blow. And final it is, as that wave of synaptic response - fist-delivered shock discharging with a crack - drives him backwards, and then a halting stumble plants him right onto his rump. Just enough out of the way as he catches, with heaves, breaths his lungs temporarily refuse to retain.

He looks up just as the Morellian offers her brief salute, though the only response he's capable of in these compressed milliseconds is a fist of his own, held shakily forward. A warrior would understand.

And he's out, assisted - as a drag assists - outside the ring by one of the fight's attendants. Or maybe it's some just guy. In any event, Khalim soon finds himself recovering at a nearby table, a couple pats on the back by those passed along the way.

[ Maireni Lash (M)]

"Ohhh, Logos and Khalim are O-W-T, OUT!" Maireni, with an undeserved degree of confidence, misspells the word out as she bids the two fighters goodbye, giving each what she imagines is a saucy wink but might just look like she's got a tic. "Looks like we got just a few people left, but who is gonna win the BIG PRIZE?" There is a pause that lasts just long enough for her to shove a square of candy into her mouth. "Who wants to party with me after we're done?" To some that might be an offer, to many others a threat given the cloud of perfume and glitter that perpetually clings to the naturally (unpleasantly) fragrant Ryn.

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

With Amber secured and the medical staff safe from Amber, i.e. somebody sedated her. Jax had return to the small group. He smiles as he see'sthat Corr Waldin is still in it. It's been years since he'd seen the man. He puts his hands together and calls out, "Should of worn the Fez! You got this Waldin!"

[ Tovasi Enno (Tovi)]

Tovasi is coming about and about to set herself enroute to the fight but she is in no hurry. If she can just hold out she won't wake up later hating herself. Just let them pound each other a bit more and she might be able to glide right out of the "KRIFF ME!" She abruptly says as Sumi rushes and stops befor eher.

Blink. Blink.

"Uh sure. I can try but you know if this is how we make friends. Then I am all for it."

She presses her gloves together and then shifts back with her left foot sliding into place in a ready stance. The Wroonian narrows her golden eyes in order to focus her next hit. Her left arm swings out and finds...air. Not good.

She swings back around and comes in with her right towards center mass and misses again, already feeling the pit in her stomach sink. "OH yes, best friends."

[ Logos Kane (LK)] BOOM!

Logos got -clocked-. His body hits the ground and he lays there a moment trying to remember his own name. He shakes out some cobwebs before he smirks at Tovasi. "Good hit." He stands up and makes his way out. He should really stick to knives.

[ Yuun (Yun)]

Yuun chuckles a little, "There are times I'm amazed that I can keep up with the guy." he says as he looks to Val. He studies her for a moment taking note of her armor, he smirks when he is nudged a little. "Tell me about it, but hey you learn what you need to and hope to surpass them." he says to Val.

[ Hadrix Kora (Had)]

Leaning back and away from Corr's first strike, Hadrix keeps mobile. Never planting his feet, even while raised up to bounce on the balls of them. Teeth bared, eyes wide, feral might be the best term for the man dressed up in nothing but a pair of board shorts, for lack of any better description.

The second swing is pivoted around, ducking low and moving in, reach granted by height or not - the Massive Mandalorian's method goes distinctly Echani now and he closes in with the clear intention of crowding defenses. Using the length of his arms to the intent of punching through defenses with the small anvils with fingers on his wrists.

A cross shot with one fist, fast but too wild followed by a one handed ax-handle meant for the clavicle, force Corr down if he can, throwing his considerable weight down into the explorer's body with intent on putting him groundward, or his knees if he can.

[ Valeska Jaivon (Val)]

"Not sure if I'll ever surpass 'em, but I don't rule anything out." Another one-armed hug for Jax and a playful wink to Yuun and Valeska slips away from the pair. Weaving in and out of the crowd -- elbowing through a few and kicking one particularlly handsy Sullustan in his tiny groin -- she snakes her way over to where Khalim is being tended to. Standing at the head of the table, she looks down on his pear-hued face and waits for him to wake up. She might be waiting a while.

Never known to be the patient type, she taps him gently on the side of the face. "Khalim. Khalim, wake up. It's time to go to school." Then she looks up to make sure her Alor and Al'Verde are still on their feet. Yeah, it'll be a long time before she surpasses them. A warm day on Hoth, even.

[ Sumi Kora (Sumi)]

Sumi moves quick, avoiding the incoming attacks and following through with some of her own. Sumi is precise, making use of Tovi's stance and brief openings to introduce a little PAIN. She doubles back and switches her stance, bouncing between each foot. "I welcome new friendships, especially those born from BATTLE! AGAIN! OYA!" Sumi makes the motion for Tovasi to bring it, not wanting the fight to yield anymore dull moments. Even if she goes down, Sumi is having the time of her life!

[ Sesti Greystorm (Sesti)]

A hooded figure at the doorway is only recognizable as a politician if you really know your zabrak markings well, or, are well acquainted with Iridonia's representative. She is certainly not dressed in the usual attire one would find on the senate floor, instead, she wears the clothes she's long worn in place like this; heavy tunic and trousers, boots, and the long coat with the hooded helmet currently resting down her back. Even though it's her husband who's the Jedi, she has no trouble finding him in the crowd, passing Valeska on her way to him with a nod. Approaching him, she slips her hand into his briefly to squeeze it in greeting, and gives Yuun a nod and smile. "I do not see your mother. Did she have second thoughts, or is she letting someone else win for once?"

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

Now that the fighting was getting down towards the end, Tamsin had more than enough patients to deal with. Some, were still on the flor, others moved to chairs, or propped up at tables. It really was a buffet of battered bodies. Goods thing Tamsin had free refills from the clinic down the way. She glanced, only occasionally towards the ring, if for no other reason than to mark when the next patient would be brought over.

[ Corr Waldin (cw)]

Corr stands light on his feet but he doesn't back down, in spite of the sweat and heavy breathing and the tingling sensation still lingering in his arms. He moves from above the hips, pulling himself away from the first hit, but the second one connects and connects hard. The explorer throws his arm up to try to cushion the blow but it still knocks him down to the ground, where surely he'll stay.

But no. Doggedly, Corr climbs back to his feet, panting hard, spitting out to the side, an unsteady bounce on his toes as the battered fighter shakes his head. Vision reeling, he launches another salvo of his own, stepping in, planting his feet heavily now, the fight wearing on him, and his fists lash out just shy of solid contact both times, maddeningly close.

[ Jax Greystorm (Jax)]

Jax was surpised at the second armored hug of the night. Then he found somebody else hugging him, he tenses at first then relaxes realizing who it was. He smiles, "Hey. This is the last place I expected to see you. She's already knocked out. Hadrix got her. She's also why he's in rough shape. She's secured with trusted medical team." He says slipping an arm around the Zabrak's waist. He takes a drink of his beer. "You remember Yuun and Valeska. Valeska betted against her god mother. I'm telling her god mother when she's awake."

[ Yuun (Yun)]

Yuun watches as Val leaves, "HOpe to see you soon." he says to her and he looks over to Jax, "Hows' Grumpy doing?" he asks Jax as he gives his friend his attention. He looks around for a momen, then he sees someone hugging Jax, "Hello." he smiles.

[ Tovasi Enno (Tovi)]

Jolt. OUCH! Jolt! OW! Tovi grunts with each hit and she backs up one step and then the next, feeling herself give the ground to the quicker opponent. Looking up as she shakes off the stinging sensation through her limbs, trying to push away the lethargic actions, she breathes in and looks up at Sumi through her dark lashes.

"I am going to try to make your wishes come true." She lets that left punch go, favoring that side as it whiffs again and catches nothing but air, the next however slams home, her right coming in hard towards the other woman's stomach and when it connects there is a bit of shock upon Tovi's face as she watches her drop. "You good?" This asked as she stands over her only to realize as she looks up and to the side she has one last opponent and he's a biggun. "Well kriff me."

[ Khalim (Kh)]

Khalim's eyes open after a repeated tap-tap-tapping by Valeska, the Mirialan looking up - he's caught his breath and seems winded but alright. "You tenderizing me? I don't think the Sweatshop allows outside food." He shifts, lifting himself into a fuller sit, as he'd been laying, eyes closed, against the table-top. "I could use an ale."

[ Valeska Jaivon (Val)]

Valeska grins a bit wider when Khalim opens his eyes and wonders just how many of her he is seeing. There's something to be said about a man that can take on Sumi Kora in several rounds and still wake up with a quip. But right now, the only question she has is: "What's my name?" Because he's notoriously bad at remembering. [ Hadrix Kora (Had)] There is a respectfully studying look for Corr when he gets back. He almost offers a hand - then remembers that'd be like trying to give another a hand up with a bantha-prod. The wild swings put him back in action sending Hadrix to one side, staccato stepping to orbit to one side and then the other when the punches rush close enough to make half his beard is frazzed out from static electricity.

The next puts small electrical trail marks across his shoulder and then the Big Man finally responds.

A short drop and a hard hop with the distinct intention to drag electrified knuckles up Corr's sternum on a course to request a song from the DJ? Which one? Sweet chin music.

[ Khalim (Kh)]

"Your name is... V... Voter Registration." Khalim's eyes shift back to the Mandalorian hovering over him. Valeska's name, in this moment, clearly stated.

[ Sumi Kora (Sumi)]

Sumi gets WHAT FOR! She finds the ground fast, and it takes several moments for the tinnitus to abate. As it does, she finds Sana there, pulling her not only out of the fighting circle but back to her feet. Woozy and starry eyes look to Sana who promptly smacks Sumi across the cheek. "HEY!.. Wake up!" Sumi's not quite there yet. So she's set on a chair, gloves deactivated and pulled off, and spoken to harshly by her mentor of over a century. A LOSS?! Sana will ensure the Mando never lives it down in their training! Alas!

[ Corr Waldin (cw)]

Corr is past covering up at this point, and the unsteady motion of the ocean as he tries to move himself back away after his last-ditch effort betrays him. The uppercut connects with a smack to the outside right of his jaw, snapping his head back and down he goes, into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness. There's no piss and vinegar in his veins, though, he'll survive.

[ Valeska Jaivon (Val)]

With a resigned sigh, Valeska stands up to her full height and crosses her arms. "Close enough." Is, though? Close enough for now. Back in the ring, the last two contentders are swinging to end this event. And end it does! Valeska jumps up with a fist in the air and a loud cheer. "YEAH, Hadrix!" That's her damn sponsor right there! Whooooo!

[ Tamsin Cas (Cas)]

Ah well, the distraction had ended, now the real work began. Tamsin, calling over one of the droids, "Go over to the clinic, ask the reception droid for my second bag. Yes, there's extra credits in it for your master." Ah, now, where was she? Oh yes, another unconscious body. "Can one of you roll them over?"

[ Sesti Greystorm (Sesti)]

"Hello, Yuun," Sesti replies, arching an eyeridge to Jax before her trained medical eyes assess Hadrix. "Hmm," is her response, and then she nods. "Does not sound like she needs a new spleen or heart at the moment, so I will not go running to her side." She gives a little smirk to Jax. "This is a more comfortable 'side' to be on."

[ Roth Kora (Roth)]

Roth gives a round of applause that can't really be heard over the wailing and cheering of the crowd, she'd send regards to others later. With that, the alabastrine Mandalorian moves to cut through the crowd before things get any crazier and find her way back out to the streets beyond.

[ Tovasi Enno (Tovi)]

Oh kriff! Mountain of a man lumbering towards her. Speed is on her side. Or so she thinks. Tovasi takes that moment to foritfy herself and throws her punches, they find air once more - much as expected - before suddenly the heavy blows that follow toss her back onto the ground with a soft groan from the wroonian. She's got the stocky build for the encounter but it does not count for the freight train that just smacked her in the face. SHe lays there a second, starts to get up and finally just falls back and stares upwards. "Nice..."

[ Maireni Lash (M)]

"IT'S GETTIN' CLOSE!" Maireni all but bellows for the crowd that can clearly also see it, but the observation gets some cheers anyway. She is living for the cheers. "AY LOOK THAT WARRIOR WOMAN SUMI IS OUT!" she adds as Sumi takes a hit that removes her from the competition. "That leaves Hadrix, Tovasi, and Mr. Waldin in the fight-- oh but there goes Corr, and he's OUT too! Who will it be, who will it beeee?"

She lets out another cheer as the last man standing is revealed. "And we've got our champion! Hadrix -- I need the prize money to fix my feet -- KOOOORRRAAA!"

"And that's our fights, don't forget to tip your me on the way out, because I was great! And be sure to come back, especially if I decide to 'borrow' enough money to do this again." She probably means steal, but it's Nar Shaddaa so no one looks too closely at where money comes from.

"Thank you everyone, and GOODNIGHT!"