Brawl of Titans

[Nikolas Faselli]

Seeyeh cheered. Of course in the astromech droid way, which was basically just a series of loud beeps of different pitches, varying from extremely low to really high.

And then he shut up. The fun was over. Responsibilities took his body over again and his programmed little head was tasked with finding where the girl was, which was already promising to be a difficult task.

In fact, the girl had returned to the club a few seconds ago after taking a short breath outside and now made her way to the other side of the ring - to the opposite side of where Seeyeh was. She wanted to personally talk to the fighter.

She had to.

Judging by the crowd's reactions, she could tell the man was not feeling too great anymore. She could sense it in the air. Somehow.

And whether it was her maternal instinct, but she felt like she'd have to help him. The only way to do that was if the man stopped fighting for that night. Probably he could have won a few more matches, but for what cost? What would he have to win?

Ellya didn't know an answer to that, but her logic told her one wouldn't fight until their own death in such a place. Well, if the Tired Man had any skill of logical thinking in his brain at all.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric raised an arm.

That single motion was met with an uproarious cheer from the crowd. He smiled slightly, his chest rising and falling, his skin burning, his broken and bruised bones screaming out to him. He had won more than five matches tonight, all of them in a row. He grinned slightly at himself, knowing what a victory this had been.

He had never done something like this before. Usually one was enough, but tonight, tonight he had pushed himself. Had it been her? Had Silara somehow pressed him into doing more? Somehow pushed him into fighting beyond his own capability?

Alric had no idea, but he was happy.

A hand gripped him arm, and Alric felt himself being pulled to his feet. He swung himself up, dazed and slightly confused. A man lead him to the edge of the arena, the small doorway that would take him beyond the sands.

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

The matches were over. The Tired Man didn't want to continue fighting, it seemed. Ellya heard his steps moving away from the ring. Looked like the man really cared about his life.

Now the question was how could she get to talk to him?

She had no idea where he would go or what he'd do next, she had to react to everything so quickly. And that was not the girl's best ability due to her lack of seeing abilities. She could always telepathically contact him, but would the man understand what it is? Maybe he'd think he's going crazy? She wouldn't want that to happen.

The room was getting out of air to breathe. People cheered and celebrated the huge victory of the Tired Man or whatever they called him.

While the girl was trying to follow the man's steps.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Ellya"]

He wandered out of the ring.

Without a thought, without a care, he simply wandered out of the ring and stepped slowly through the crowd. He didn't notice the girl following him, he was far too lost in his own little world. He felt pats on the back and slaps on his rear from other women, but he didn't really notice any of them. He simply walked through the crowd until he came to their end.

A door lay ahead of him, and slowly Alric stepped through it.

He came out of the cantina and stepped into the relatively fresh air of the Nar Shaddaa underground. The smell of garbage and piss was strong, but to him it smelled like the wildest fields of Naboo. He let out a loud sigh as he stumbled into the alleyway, leaning his head against a wall.

He stood there, frozen, a grin spreading on his face.

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

Following the steps on the floor, the girl tried to stay as close to the man as possible, yet far away so that he wouldn't notice her. Nonetheless, it was quite obvious the man knew she was following him.

And then there was the door the girl knew nothing about. First the first time ever, she had to use her body parts to understand where she was going. Her hands grasped around her, legs tried to stomp everywhere, all of her senses worked at practically maximum levels.

When she got to the door, none of that mattered. She walked against it with a loud bang, anyways.

"Ouch!"​

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And then she opened the door which led out of the room to the outside.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

Alric shifted slightly as he heard a noise behind him.

The Door closing? Had someone followed him? He tensed, his grin slowly disappearing from his face. At times the fighters in the underground became...upset at their losses. They sometimes took action outside the ring, beyond the rules of engagement.

It had happened to Alric a few times, a man coming at him with a knife or a blaster. Most of the time he managed to get out with only a small scratch or a singing of his hair. Once or twice though he hadn't been so lucky. Those times he had required some serious medical attention.

Frowning slightly, Alric curled his hands into a fist.

He counted.

One.

Two.

Three!

With a whirl he suddenly turned, facing his attacker only to come to a sudden halt. “Oh.”

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

Oh? What 'oh'? Did the man notice her?

Of course he did. The loud bang she made when walking against the door was loud enough for all to hear, the door opening an closing was a clear sound. There was no doubt the man knew she was there, so it was time to gather confidence and do something.

Her heart started to beat fast.

"Is it you, Tired Man?"

She had to be sure it was him. But the fact that she had called her with the nickname she had given him during the matches was just unbelievably stupid. Her cheeks turned pinkish and she felt the blood everywhere around her body. The heat was rising.

I can get through this... She thought to herself.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]

 

[Alric Kuhn]

[member="Ellya"]

He let out a scoff, mostly because the nickname was so fitting and he had not expected it.

His arms dropped to his sides, and he took a less defensive stance. The girl could still hurt him of course, pull out a blaster and shoot him, stab him, or really do any number of things. Yet he decided that he wouldn't worry about it for now, mostly because she didn't seem out to hurt him.

Though here on Nar Shaddaa, one could never be too careful.

“I suppose so.” Alric said quietly, amusement playing through his tone. What else was he supposed to say? Of course his mind was no longer here, instead it was back to racing, back to thinking about Titan Industries and Astraeus. Back to work.

 

[Nikolas Faselli]

Ellya tried to look at the direction of the sound. She may have failed at keeping her eyes at the man's, but now wasn't the time to think about that. Blood pressure was getting higher and higher when the girl tried to open her mouth to talk. To express how she really felt.

It was difficult to talk to complete strangers, especially when she had no idea what to expect.

"I loved your fights today. I couldn't see them, but the sounds I heard were absolutely fantastic!" she spoke with enthusiasm. Great, now she sounded like a fangirl. She had no intention to come off that way, though.

"I... actually wanted to ask for an autograph... or something else that would remind me of you."

She tried to search her pockets to find a pen or a marker. She knew she always had something with her to write with so that she would be ready for such events. After moving her hand around a little bit, she grabbed a pen and kept his hand ready to get it out if the Tired Man decided to give him an autograph.

[member="Alric Kuhn"]