Darknet Cage Match Round 2: Tan'yill vs Cyran Vaas

[Jerec Asyr]

[SIZE=11pt]Deep in Sith Empire territory, the government controls the HoloNet with an iron fist. But outside Imperial monitoring, a patchy, furtive network swaps unregulated data, raw footage, contraband, and things that thrive in the dark. Two of those things are the Darknet Cage Match, and the betting attached thereunto.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]The arena is a [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]section of industrial hallway with a firmly bolted blast door at each end[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]. There’s a metric heckton of ysalamiri aroudn somewhere, but not reachable. No Force. No weapons. No gimmicks, no gear. And no referees.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]In corner one: [member="Cyran Vaas"], stripped of his armor, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]victor over a monstrous alien-possessed battle droid[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]! In corner two: [member="Tan'yill"] the Twi’lek spacer, [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]bare-knuckle brawler of the Outer Rim[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]! And at stake: one customized Gallofree Transports [/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]NUM707 HOVERBUS[/SIZE][SIZE=11pt]![/SIZE]

[SIZE=11pt]A light goes yellow, orange, red - and stays red.[/SIZE]

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

The days earlier fight against Runi had sparked something in her. A mix of thrills, pleasure and kicks but also, in the back of her mind, a slight chariness to what was coming back to her. A mix of emotions that had been difficult to sort out after the draw between the two was declared and they had, in more or less honesty, thanked each other for a well done work. Had they even shaked hands? In fact, she could not remember with all the adrenaline that had taken a long time to settle back. Truth to be told, it had been a hell of a fun ride, though and she did not hold a grudge to the kiffar.

She had been lucky avoiding the headbutt from hitting where the kiffar had intended to, thanks to her being slightly shorter. She tongued the dried-out rash on her lower lip, thinking of it. Her right hand had taken an impact with the kiffars cybernetic arm, but after some time with an ice bag, it were less sore now. As soon as the adrenaline were worked up again, she knew it would feel even less.

[member="Cyran Vaas"]. A... zeltron bounty hunter? It was an odd combination, she did admit when she had read about him on the board when the second round were announced. She had wondered what his fighting style was, it could be anything realy with that combination of origins and work. This time she were the shorter one too, age about the same... She were slightly older. This could be as interesting as the first round, indeed!

Not only were the contestants new to each other, but they had also been relocated to a rather cramped hallway. Her black smugglers boot thumped against the solid metal floor after she were done with stretching the legs. Placing her palms behind her head and lekkus, she continued with stretching her back in back and forth twists, throwing one and two glances over at Cyran.

''I see that you did well in the last round...'' she said casually, to see what mood the guy was in.

She wore a black racerback tank top, a pair of navy cargo pants and her usual rylothian headpiece around her head. Knuckles being taped for what was inevitably to come. Deep focused breaths left her as she went through the little plans and ideas she had, which was not comprehensive considering the rather small arena. It told her that this were going to be intense and improvised, testing the creativity of them two.

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Cyran as admittedly not done any research on the other contestants. Even after his fight with the Force Sensitive droid thing. Yet when he finally found out that he'd be fighting an organic he was glad, but they also told him that he wouldn't be wearing his armor this time around. Which he figured was a good sign so long as he wasn't fighting some killer trandoshan or wookie who could rip his limbs apart and beat him with them.

He also imagined that because they were now in some old industrial hallway he would need to put more effort into not being flung into the tougher wall. The cage before at least has some give, he couldn't imagine this would be the same. But when he finally saw his opponent he was a little relived because they were a twi'lek, and they were a species he easily underestimated.

"I fear you might be mistaken, I got tossed around like a rag doll. So I wouldn't say I did well, I just did better then the other guy. I'm sure you fair much better then I did." He replied to the blue women. Considering that he was a zeltron fighting something organic this time around he could use his pheromones like he did the night he met his new wife. But he was sure that be "cheating" as it could throw them off, and he wasn't in the need someone else to fall in love with them in the middle of combat. Although he had to admit it would be a pretty funny outcome.

As the lights changed color and fixed itself on red that meant the fight was ready. Figuring now that he could use a legit fist fighting style he got spread his legs some and hunched himself just a little while holding up a pair of clenched fists. He got himself into a Southpaw fighting stance. "I guess I should let you know I'm not really one to hit a lady." He said, which was really only a half truth.

[member="Tan'yill"]

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

How cute. She rolled her eyes at the fairly expected comment. Many were the times she had heard it back on Corellia, but even more were the derisively comments of being a woman. At least in her earlier stages of those streetfights, and sure she had not done wonders in the beginning, but with time and practice many of them who had a derogatory attitude would end up eating it up dearly.

''Hm, that's actually cute... A lot of men say that... And somehow, I don't believe you...'' she said in the middle of stretching the back, cracking a slight smirk. She were not realy saying he was hitting his wife or something, but thoughts of the matter could not help her but to think of Mitch. That destructive fething scum. The thoughts sparked her on even more, though.

Done stretching her back, she finished it up with rolling her neck and then gave each leg a shake to loosen up the body. Closing her hazel green-yellowish eyes and lowering the head for a moment, she took in deep but silent breaths to focus her mind on the rumble that was about to come. She felt her heart beginning to beat faster and when opening the eyes again, they leant more to a yellow tone.

''But believe me, you're going to regret it if you don't...'' she said and pierced him with a stern gaze before going into a similar stance. With broad placed and light feet and a little bit tighter guard, she moved closer to the zeltron, all while trying to read the him with keeping the eyes on the man. As soon that she were in hitting range, she begun with a swift left and right jab to the zeltrons face and instantly after trying a low hook to his stomach. Then with flexible knees beginning to round him.

[member="Cyran Vaas"]

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Cute? Not really, more so just cautious. He didn't wanna be known as the guy that won after he bludgeoned his female opponent with his bare hands. What's worse then hitting a guy in the face? Hitting a women in the face, at least to a lot of people. But even then he went against some of his own techniques. He looks into trying to subdue opponents, not really beat them within an inch of their life, or past it.

Considering the guard he had up was relatively low he didn't have time to block the incoming jabs at his face. Quickly taking one after the other. "Oof!" he exclaimed after knocking him back some. 'not my bread and butter' he thought to himself. Like many zeltrons he considered himself rather attractive and that wasn't something he wanted messed with by a beating on his face.

However, thanks to his lower guard he would move in to quickly grab his opponent's wrist as she went in for her finally punch to the stomach. If he did he would stop it in its tracks and give it a harsh tug. As he did his other hand, now in a clenched fist would move in with the much of the weight of his upper body and strike back at her face. But with how much of a blur fights like this felt like given the adrenaline. He could've missed his grab and just hadn't realized that he'd gotten his gut punched.

[member="Tan'yill"]

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

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The first punches landed just right in the zeltronian mans pretty face, knocking him backwards a bit. The two swift jabs were not enough to prevent him from a comeback, though, as he grabbed her wrist right in the oncoming left hook. He tugged the wrist forcefully, making her loose stability slightly and stumble forward to him. In the next second and in the corner of her eye, she registered his other, clenched fist racing towards the side of her face. The totally unimpeded hit made her head lunge to the side and a darker blue flush appear on her cheek. The zeltron packed a punch, he sure had made that clear to her. She saw stars for a moment and it burned, but she could endure the pain.

The hard hit worked to spark her on even more and her eyes glowed with anger and decisiveness. Trying to get back her bearings, she shouted and quickly loaded a right hit from above, upon his hold around her left wrist with the intention to break out from it. Then she would take a few steps back, trying to increase what distance she could to him in the cramped space that they were fighting in.

''Hm, a decent hit... I give you that, zeltron!'' she growled under her breath while restlessly walking back and forth on her far side of the arena, pinning him with a look that said she would not give up in the first place. Trying to read his next move and plan her own next one.

[member="Cyran Vaas"]

 

[Cyran Vaas]

"Thanks, not to bad yourself for a twi'lek." Clearly showing his own views on her species. Always seeing them as a far more docile race then most. Seeing her back away from him gave him and idea on how to further advance. Learning from his previous fight he would try and do something similar. Regardless if it was actually the winning shot from before he would do it again.

Despite there cramped space he would make a brief dash for the twi'lek. Then when he got close enough he would jump up some while rotating his body. Bending his legs he would quickly extending them at her, trying to drop kick the women into the hard industrial walls. Cyran understood however, that this was a very risky move. If he missed, or she simply ducked as he flew through the air he would be pretty screwed.

Falling onto the hard metal floor Cyran let our a grown. Looking up he would check to make sure his dropkick actually made contact or not. Since he was going to be in a rather nasty position if he hadn't. Being in a prone position on his back it would be easy for him to just get stomped on.

[member="Tan'yill"]

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

A forced cocky smile spread on her lips in response to the zeltrons comment, but it was gone as quick as it had appeared. Was that a glimpse of a bit of a brash personality that shone through? Did he seriously underestimate her just because of her species? The thoughts bugged her and put fuel on the fire that were starting to go from a smolder to a balefire.

When he dashed at her, she quickly raised the guard again and prepared to meet him head on with clenched fists. What she was not prepared for was the fancy drop kick that he suddenly aimed at her. In the split second she got to react to the move and because of the tight space they were wrecking havoc in, the only option were to protect herself the best she could. She turned half-way away from him and wrapped her arms around the head to protect it.

With every muscle in her body stained, the kick shot her into the wall a few feet behind her with a loud thump and an agonizing grunt. Fething pink-faced son of a-!

Thanks to her raised arms, it did not affect the head as much as the body though. She managed to stay on the feet but needed two or three seconds to regain herself. Assuming he would come darting at her again and providing she had the time for it, she prepared a stop kick to his stomach to again increase the distance slightly. Then she would follow up with a fierce series of jabs, and then close into right and left hooks at that pretty face of his. If she was not fast enough, he would probably get the opportunity to get in some more hits at her.

[member="Cyran Vaas"]

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Feeling that his little stunt made contact he looked up to see that she got pressed up against the way. Not wanting to waist the opportunity he did a impressive little kick flip to get himself back onto his feet. Leaching off here own emotional state with his limited emotional telepathy he sensed that she was getting made at him. To he cautiously approached, avoiding her kick and managing to put up a defense for some of her jabs.

However, he wasn't expecting to catch so many fist so he prematurely let down his guard only to get socked in the face a good couple of time. Made only far worse after the hits to his face made him bite his tongue. "AHHMmm!" He exclaimed, stepping back to avoid any more fists to the face. His eyes instinctively watering up from feeling like he nearly bit his tongue off. Taking some deep breaths he was very close to wanting to call a time out, but didn't want to embarrass himself further by acting like more of a wimp. After all she was taking hits pretty well and she was a twi'lek.

Trying to shake off the pain he set his eyes back on her and would make his next move. Taking two large steps he very quickly closed any distance, and almost looked as if he was gonna run into the wall next to her. But he was going into for a sort of power jab for her gut which if painful enough he hoped would make her time out, or at least knock the breath out of her. He just hope to The Force that she wouldn't move out of the way. Otherwise from how committed he was to the move his fist would fly straight into the metal wall and probably bust his hand up.

[member="Tan'yill"]

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

The zeltron showed some pretty impressve agility in his ways to kick and get back up onto his feet. Things had been far from as gracious as that, years ago back in Coronet. There, a more rough style was often utilized and of course, spiced up with dirty unexpected tricks to make things interesting.

Her ditched effort to knock him out had almost depleted what energy that was left in her after the first degree contact with the wall. The decisive and long steps of the zeltron broke through her defences and into her guard. Almost out of energy and with lungs breathing shallow, the powerful punch to her stomach made her double over as the last breath got taken out of her with a loud exhale. While trying to stay on her feet, it was impossible and she fell to the ground in a slow fashion.

One second. Two seconds. Crawled up on her side, regaining her breath was easier said than done. Would she call for a timeout? She simply couldn't as of now anyways, and the lost pride of doing so were very hard to think of for the former gang liuetenant from Coronet. While trying to take deep breaths again she tried to keep an eye on where her opponent was. Any of her former opponents would have taken the opportunity trying to knock her out right there and then. Everything had gone so fast but now it seemed to go in slow motion. Would he wait for that timeout?

[member="Cyran Vaas"]

 

[Cyran Vaas]

Cyran took some deep breaths after his latest punch. Freezing for a moment as she collapsed. He was glad that he made contact with her and not the wall. Yet he couldn't help but feel a since of guilt. Despite being a bounty hunter he never really felt all that good with hurting people. In fact he would actively go out of his way to be as non-lethal as possibly while on the hunt.

Looking down at the twi'lek, and taking a step back from her he wondered if he should show her that same kind of mercy. Seeing a fallen foe signified to him, more then enough, that the fight should be over. In his previous fight he almost pulled off some kind of fatality move to finish the opponent before the match ended.

However, since he met his wife, there has been a change in him in the previous months. He saw himself stooping to lower and lower levels, playing dirty tricks to gain an edge, and overall becoming more violent. For guidance on what to do next he thought of his wife and what she would do. Coming to the predictable conclusion that she would escalate the situation simply based on her ruthlessness.

"You did good sweetheart..." He complimented before raising his right leg up some before having the sole of his foot be rushed downwards in what he hoped would be a finishing strike to the side of her head as she kept her eye on him. Despite this committing to what he felt like was a rather cruel, and unnecessary act. He truly hoped that this would end the fight and knock her out.

Nonetheless Cyran believed this to be a turning point for him.

[member="Tan'yill"]

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

Hardly surprising, the bounty hunter opted for the same move that she would have picked herself, if their roles were reversed. Now, they weren't and while still trying to catch a breath, she could see the boot being raised for a knock-out blow.

Somewhere between her breaths, she had seen it coming eventually, no less than after his little finishing sentence that made it even more clear that he intended to end this. Because of that she could quickly cover the head with an arm, before the forcefull stomp mercilessly shook it against the cold metal floor. It rang noisily in her ears, and the outside world was shut out for a moment. If it was not for the protection the arm gave, she probably would have been struggling to stay conscious by now. The thoughts infuriated her inside and the zeltrons move sparked her vengefulness on even more.

She mustered up energy and with a roar shot a swift kick for his legs, intending to down him to the floor. If successful, she hoped that it would give her enough time to get up and straddle the man by the waist, to continue dealing knuckles to that pretty pink face of his. She would show him what a 'sweetheart' she realy was.

In her rage, the fact that the man had an advantage in lenght and weight were nothing she thought of. It would eventually show if the move was a rash one, but she put her trust in the adrenaline that were flowing inside her.

[member="Cyran Vaas"]

 

[Cyran Vaas]

He was filled with a great sense of annoyance as she softened his kick, keeping him from knocking her own. "Oh you little..." He said as he began to bring his leg up for another stomp. However, her own leg would shoot out and knock him down onto his back.

"Gah!" He exclaimed as he found himself striped of the high ground. Looking up he saw that she'd climbed on top of him. But before he could promptly react the blue twi'lek started throwing fists at his face. It was certainly difficult for him to concentrate as every second was met with a punch.

Then he got the brilliant idea to actually defend himself, only after a good couple of seconds getting a pounding to his face. Her last strike however would he parried with his forearm, knocking it to the side while his other hand goes for a punch of his own. A quick strike up to her he wasn't even aiming for it. He just wanted to fight back. Cyran would find that his clenched fist made contact with her throat.

He could only hope that a solid punch to the neck would be the final straw of tricks up his sleeve to get her to quit. But if not he was probably gonna get an even more serious pounding.

[member="Tan'yill"]

 

[Tan'yill Vizsla]

It felt great, next to intoxicating to have the high ground over her competitor. One after another, her fists made contact with the mans face giving her hope to finaly knock out his lights for the match. It did not go that far her way, though. As he, by some luck sent from above, got in a punch at her throat that made her cough and again gave her some troubles breathing.

Darn it! Not good. Not good!

She straightened herself up to get out of his range and shielded her self with a guard, but figured she would do best at still trying to keep him pinned under her. Releasing him would only give him an opportunity and time to jump at her while she struggled with the throat. She only hoped that her weight and strenght in the pin would be enough to keep him in place.

[member="Cyran Vaas"]