Xevek Nekonis
From The Shadows
NAR SHADDAA
Xavka stood panting, bare chested, while being surround by a howling crowd. A situation that was nothing new as far as he was concerned. He was currently standing near the wooden barrier of a circular pit. Surrounding the pit and stretching up and backwards were seats, each one filled with a screaming being. The whole area stank of sweat, blood and cheap liquor while a violent and boisterous atmosphere flowed through every being present.
He was at one of the Underground Fighting Arenas on Nar Shaddaa.
In a bid to earn money so as to escape the wretched moon, which he had accidentally returned to after stowing away on the wrong ship, Xavka had thrown himself into the Gladiatorial fights that could be found in the depths of Nar Shaddaa. This fight was his biggest yet. If he won he would have enough Credits to buy passage off of the moon, but he was being pitted against a veteran fighter, a Kaleesh named Saes. To make it more fun the Hutt organizing the fight had filled the arena with traps.
Spitting off to the side, Xavka took stock of the situation. He first ran a quick check of his body, starting from the head. On the left side of his head his hair was now short, almost to the scalp, due to a slow dodge of a fire trap caused by Xavka being distracted by Saes. Below his right Orat* blood was pouring from a gash and seeping into the blinded eye below. Shifting his left shoulder, the dark skinned Zabrak let out a growl as pain lanced from his left pectoral as well as the moved shoulder. From his guess he had a cracked a rib or three and a broken left collar bone. These two injuries prevent him from using his left side in any attacks. Apart from a few minor cuts the rest of his body was fine apart from the suspected torn ligament in his right ankle.
Next, Zavka took stock of his weapons. His Zhabako was left shattered off to his his right. It was lucky for him that he had chosen to use one of his spare Zhabako's, not his main one. One Deer Antler Knife was lost somewhere in the crowd while the second was dangling from his limp right hand. His final weapon, a Nine Section Chain Whip was still wrapped around his waist.
Looking across at Saes, the Zabrak had to conclude that the Kaleesh was worse off. He too was bare chested like Xavka. Numerous slashes cause by Xavka's claws decorated Saes's body, including one across the eyes. And a depression on Saes's chest hinted towards cracked or broken ribs and hopefully punctured lung.
"Tuha Nath yetu sharee." * As Xavka spoke his gruff voice was low enough that only Saes could possible hear him over the noise of the crowd.
Dropping the Deer Antler Knife in his hand, Xavka removed the wipe from his waist and, while using a minor amount of Force Imbue, sent it flying towards his opponent. Rotating his wrist as fast as he could, the Zabrak cause the Force Imbued metal spike on the end whip to tear into Saes's chest. In less than thirty Galactic Standard Seconds Xavka was the winner of the To-The-Death match.
Sighing, he turned and limped his way towards the exit tunnel, blooding and sweat dripping from his body as he went.
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Translation (*):
Xavka stood panting, bare chested, while being surround by a howling crowd. A situation that was nothing new as far as he was concerned. He was currently standing near the wooden barrier of a circular pit. Surrounding the pit and stretching up and backwards were seats, each one filled with a screaming being. The whole area stank of sweat, blood and cheap liquor while a violent and boisterous atmosphere flowed through every being present.
He was at one of the Underground Fighting Arenas on Nar Shaddaa.
In a bid to earn money so as to escape the wretched moon, which he had accidentally returned to after stowing away on the wrong ship, Xavka had thrown himself into the Gladiatorial fights that could be found in the depths of Nar Shaddaa. This fight was his biggest yet. If he won he would have enough Credits to buy passage off of the moon, but he was being pitted against a veteran fighter, a Kaleesh named Saes. To make it more fun the Hutt organizing the fight had filled the arena with traps.
Spitting off to the side, Xavka took stock of the situation. He first ran a quick check of his body, starting from the head. On the left side of his head his hair was now short, almost to the scalp, due to a slow dodge of a fire trap caused by Xavka being distracted by Saes. Below his right Orat* blood was pouring from a gash and seeping into the blinded eye below. Shifting his left shoulder, the dark skinned Zabrak let out a growl as pain lanced from his left pectoral as well as the moved shoulder. From his guess he had a cracked a rib or three and a broken left collar bone. These two injuries prevent him from using his left side in any attacks. Apart from a few minor cuts the rest of his body was fine apart from the suspected torn ligament in his right ankle.
Next, Zavka took stock of his weapons. His Zhabako was left shattered off to his his right. It was lucky for him that he had chosen to use one of his spare Zhabako's, not his main one. One Deer Antler Knife was lost somewhere in the crowd while the second was dangling from his limp right hand. His final weapon, a Nine Section Chain Whip was still wrapped around his waist.
Looking across at Saes, the Zabrak had to conclude that the Kaleesh was worse off. He too was bare chested like Xavka. Numerous slashes cause by Xavka's claws decorated Saes's body, including one across the eyes. And a depression on Saes's chest hinted towards cracked or broken ribs and hopefully punctured lung.
"Tuha Nath yetu sharee." * As Xavka spoke his gruff voice was low enough that only Saes could possible hear him over the noise of the crowd.
Dropping the Deer Antler Knife in his hand, Xavka removed the wipe from his waist and, while using a minor amount of Force Imbue, sent it flying towards his opponent. Rotating his wrist as fast as he could, the Zabrak cause the Force Imbued metal spike on the end whip to tear into Saes's chest. In less than thirty Galactic Standard Seconds Xavka was the winner of the To-The-Death match.
Sighing, he turned and limped his way towards the exit tunnel, blooding and sweat dripping from his body as he went.
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Translation (*):
Orat = Horns
Tuha Nath yetu sharee = May Nath accept you
Nath = Deity of the Dead
