GBA: Meanken vs Felix Dunst

[Reverance]

Participants: [member="Meanken"]
[member="Felix Dunst"]

Location: Nar Shaddaa, random cantina
Time: Evening
Rules: Fists only. Participants have no weapons but can use items found in the environment.
Canon: No

Never was there a more wretched hive of scum and villainy. Well, that's what they say about most cantinas and bars on the outer world, where denizens of crime enjoy commerce and traditions. What sort of traditions, you ask? Gambling, drinking, boozing it up, drugs, and the assortment of entertainment. The sort of classlessness that only the cheapest credit could buy. The fighters find themselves staring across from one another, stools knocked to the ground near the bar and glasses spilled. Beer runs across the center of the floor, dripping through a crack in the hardwood.

The cantina is a relatively old looking location, rustic wood melded with the patchwork of durasteel. Fans littered the ceiling, brass and wobbly as they rotated slowly. Holovid screens stretched against the walls, showing all manners of sports and gambling events. Smoke rose into the air, drifting from deathsticks and cigarras. As the combatants face each other and into the sacred act of fisticuffs, it seems the world simply...goes on. However, as the fight progresses, so to will the circle of patrons who aim to make a dollar off it. And in the background, this song plays on repeat.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FWO5Ai_a80M​

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Special Considerations: Judging, for this fight, will go to both technique and use of the environment. Make it creative. Should this reach 40 posts, a bouncer will enter and put an end to the fight.

 

[Felix Dunst]

The mans lips curled into a frown as he peered into the eyes of the person standing at the other end of the bar, his fingers curling into clenched fists as his nails dug into the rough skin. The incessant and disgraceful cacophony the performers had the nerve to call music ringed through his ears alongside the whispers and laughter of the other patrons, groaning in pain as he felt a headache sip in from the mixture of alcohol that flew through his veins. He stood rooted in place, body flinching ever so slightly as his eyes lazily looked over the other man from head to toe, a sense of dread and fear crawling over his body at the mans physique. His eyes hastily returned to his face, darting between him and the gun he left on the counter several times. Taking a deep breath through his nostrils, he lunged to the side as one hand tightly gripped the counter and the other placed itself onto the pistol. As he was about to pull back, he felt a rough tentacle coil itself around his wrist, roughly pulling him back as the bartender growled and scowled at him.

[member="Meanken"]

Spoiler

Dreadfully sorry for this, exams hit me harder than I imagined.

 

[Meanken]

And so it was time for another edition of one of the most common things that happened to Chaff whenever he stepped into a bar. The bar fight. The Chiss man cracked his knuckles as he prepared to start the fight. he didn't really remember what exactly had led to the fight, and honestly it did not matter. Lucky for this guy, Chaff was not in his armor today, or else this might have quickly turned into a one sided battle. The bouncers had taken his knife belt from him at the entrance, so that left Chaff with his fists and whatever random things he could grab. He watched as the guy tried to grab a blaster off the counter, only to get denied by the bartender. Chaff would have laughed if he wasn't about to administer a beatdown to the guy. When the guy turned to grab the gun, Chaff would move. Rule one of fighting, never turn your back to the opponent. Nothing fancy for his first attack, Chaff would rush the guy and try to grab his hair with his right hand and slam his face into the bar.

[member="Felix Dunst"]

 

[Felix Dunst]

An exchange of frowns and growls quickly took place between Felix and the alien tending to the drinks, neither of them willing to give in as his fingers coiled themselves along the grip of the weapon. He exhaled deeply through gritted teeth at the tentacled sentient, damp lips curling in a slight smirk as they were about to try and shout him into submission. Yet before any words could slip through them, his eyes widened as he felt a pair of fingers roughly intertwine with his messy hair and pull back slightly, only to have it slammed down into the metal counter. A pained groan escaped his lips as his grip around the bar and weapon grew limp, the employee quickly pulling it away from his hand and storing it safely under the counter as he began to hurriedly remove all of the glasses and bottles littered along the strip of metal. He tried desperately to pull himself away from the mans grip, breathing through gritted teeth as he felt those short strands of hair being pulled by their roots and threatening to be pulled out the stronger he tried to pull away. One of his hands began to aimlessly paw in desperation around the bar, unsteadily grabbing onto an ashtray as it clanged against the metal surface. Biting down harshly on his lip, he tried to swing his arm in an upwards angle towards the blue humanoids face, hoping to smash the fragile object against his exposed skin in order to distract him and make him weaken his grip.

[member="Meanken"]

 

[Meanken]

[member="Felix Dunst"]

Chaff grunted in pain as the ashtray impacted with his face. His fault, he should have been prepared for a counter attack. The impact loosened his grip on the man's hair as some blood began ripping down his face. Deciding he would be better served getting out of range of the man's next attack, Chaff let the man go and quickly moved back out of easy striking range of the man's fists. Chaff took a quick look around, searching for weapons and the like he could use. Seeing a fallen bar stool on the ground, Chaff picked it up. The long reach of the stool would give him a nice advantage here. He quickly moved back to the offensive, swinging the stool legs first at the man's chest.

 

[Felix Dunst]

The man let his head fall back onto the counter once he felt that grip loosen around his hair, a sharp grunt of pain slipping through his greeted teeth as he stumbled along the opposite direction of the counter for a few brief moments. Weakly, he used his left arm that gripped the counter to push himself away from the bar a few inches, his upper body leaned forward as he stared down the blue skinned man a few feet away from him. Blood poured from his right hand down onto the wooden floor beneath them as his entire body shivered in pain, bits of glass stuck into his hand from the broken ashtray as he let it fall down to the ground. His brows furrowed and his face contorted in pain as he deftly jumped backwards, out of range from the incoming swing, starting to circle around the man and the gathered crowd that looked over their fight with glee. A sudden shove from behind from one of the onlookers caught him by surprise, forcing him to stumble forward as he tried to regain a proper footing.

[member="Meanken"]