Drunken brawls are always the best, aren't they?

[Dominik Borra]

Dominik Borra sat in the darkest corner he could fine at the circular space station's bar. He had come on The Wheel to sit back and rest. He had just gotten his robotic and and arm put in..and they hurt. It was weird to think he felt a sort of pain in his left arm, but he did. There weren't any nerve endings of any sort put in but... maybe he was just sore. He never drank, but here he was, sipping a watered down beer. There were quite a bunch of other people in the bar, but none he was paying particular attention to.

[member="Jack Raxis"]

 

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[member="Dominik Borra"]

The Wheel, Jacks favorite haunt. A space station purgatory for smugglers and spacers. A home away from home and the only two places he could say that were was Mandalore and Nar'Shaada.

The music was loud, the girls were pretty and Jack was rip roaring drunk. About five Old Fashioned Corellian Whiskeys in he was slurring words slightly and red in the face. The Alcohol was making his head swim and his mouth loose, which tended to make him a smart-ass when it wasn't even necessary.

Another round of Pazzak went down. Jack scored another perfect twenty, his sixth run in a row and grinned. A sloppy expression came over him as he slammed his fist down, rumbling the table and swiping the pot of credit chips his way. The patrons groaned and grumbled.

"Cheater!"

"Shut yer' Sheb's ya lousy dogs! You aint Osik!"

Yes he was horrendously drunk. One patron, a slimy Rodian Bounty Hunter pulled his blaster, muttering some weird stuff Jack didn't understand. Instinct took over. The young Mando'ade jumped up, grabbing him with thick calloused hands and slammed the Rodian full force into the table. His face was propelled by two hundred pounds of pure, lithe muscle.

Needless to say it cracked and he was out cold. Jack roared in laughter and tossed him aside, a certain bloodlust entering his veins. the rush of battle, the determination, it was all so intoxicating.

"Alright then you scruffy whelps, a thousand credit bet to the man who can beat Captain Jack Raxis one on one, hand to hand. No takers? C'mon you di'kut's. Gonna suck your mommies forever are ya'!

 

[Dominik Borra]

A fight? A thousand credits? Dominik DID need to test his new arm.. it had just gotten tinkered with and was fully calabrated. His eye was having trouble recognizing things though. Oh well, it would be a fight. But his opponent was drunk. Sure, might make him slower, but also resistant to pain to a degree.

Dominik put down his cup, setting down all his weapons on the table he sat at. "I'll take your offer! And if anyone touches my guns, you're dead!" He stood up and walked over to Jack. "I hope you are ready for a real brawl."

He took a stance and readied his fists infront of him. His left foot slightly forward, his left arm infront as his body was slightly turned.

 

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[member="Dominik Borra"]

Jack whirled to meet the newcomer. He was armored, and looked like he had a handle on basic fighting techniques. Being drunken probably wasn't his best bet to win a fight, but he didn't care. He wanted some blood and to give out some beatings. After the Battle of Roche and the Deathwatch incidents, a silent rage was seething inside him.

"Alright then, come an' get it thar'"

Red haze descended in his vision and his focus sharpened as the adrenaline slamming through his veins circulated to every fiber of his being. His tunnel vision could see nothing but the challenger now, and he grinned, slamming back the rest of his drink. And then he did two things.

He threw the cup, hard as possible at the man.

That was only a distraction as it whizzed past his head Jack leaped onto the tabletop, knocking piles of credits everywhere and spilling precious drinks over them. Some of the crowd got ugly about it, but other held them back. they knew the Raxis family blood, and knew better than to let anyone interfere.

Across two more tables he went, running full speed until he was left of Dominik. Then he jumped, pushing off with his toned quads and snapping a double-kick towards the man's face in mid-air. Energy flows where attentions goes. A tenet of Teras Kasi. All of Jacks focus was behind the kick, his attention channelled to a single point of his heel as it lashed twice towards his face.

And then both boots hit the deck with a thud, and fists went up. He was crouched, poised to strike or counter.

 

[Dominik Borra]

Dominik saw the cup being thrown a mile away. It was something he would do himself. He caught the cup in midair with his right hand, and he could tell there was intent in that throw. No measily toss. He was expecting a leg sweep, or a quick jab to follow the distraction, But no. The man ran on the tables to flank his left. Well.

The kicks came quick, and he could tell they were powerful, but Dominion quickly took a single step back, his opponents feet flying in front of his face. Just before Jack hit the ground, Dominik dropped to the floor and swept his left leg out, hoping to trip him up as he landed. As he spun his body to get back on his feet, he grabbed a nearby man's drink and flung it towards Jack's face, wether he fell to the ground or managed to stay upright.

 

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[member="Dominik Borra"]

The cup hit him right on the forehead and drink spilled into Jacks eyes. As his feet where already on the ground and he was slightly crouched he was angry. That anger fueled his focus, despite being half blind as he blinked furiously attempting to dispel the booze from his burning eyeballs.

Domink was wide open from his drink throw, which left Jack with options. His left foot slid forwards, and locked behind Dominiks left ankle. His right hand cocked back and then launched, aiming an open palm strike towards the mans abdomen. It would be a two pronged attack, with the strike aiming to crush the air from his body, and the foot aiming to trip him.

Jack almost moved to throw an uppercut but restrained, holding his right for the inevitable counter attack....

 

[Dominik Borra]

This man was full of surprises. He moved forward instead of falling back, placing his foot quickly behind Dominik's, and struck him in the abdomen. His left foot slid forward a little, but Dominik held his ground. The armor took most of the blow, but he still got hit with some of the power. With Jack this close, the armored man didn't have room to strick back, so he instead just threw his helmeted head into Jack's, pulling his left foot backwards to pull Jack's left foot as well as he smashed his head into his opponent.

 

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[member="Dominik Borra"]

There wasn't much room for Jack to move either. When he pulled his foot back it was man v.s man for real. The head butt caught Jack right on the chin, stunning the wild spacer. A little trickle of blood welled up as the edges of Dominks helmet lacerated the skin. With the force of the blow throwing Jack backwards he grinned like the sloppy fool he was and went with it.

Yes he fell right to the deck, and a loud thud punctuated the room as onlookers cheered. Dominik might have thought he had him, but this was far from over. Now Jack had the advantage, and locked both feet around Dominks ankles. With a mighty roar he rolled, Dominks ankle locked between his own, attempting to bring him to the deck with him.

Round two, fight!

 

[Dominik Borra]

Dominik smiled as Jack fell to the ground, but he forgot about Jack's leg still being hooked to his leg. He felt force on his leg, and he quickly lost his balance. He fell sideways, catching himself on a table so he didn't hit the floor. Anger filled him, and he wrenched his foot clear from Jack's grip, and stomped down with an armored boot towards one of Jack's feet.

 

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[member="Dominik Borra"]

"Yarrgh!"

The foot slammed down, striking Jacks own and crushing it a bit. There was pain, searing lancing pain and he felt a red rage descend upon his eyeballs, intoxicating his mind. With a snarl the Warrior pushed from the floor, up-righting himself and charging Dominik.

He was limping, foot bruised but he could still hold his own. This time he opted out of the fancy tactics, switching from Teras Kasi to straight shock-boxing, except without gloves. Jack spit a wad of crimson at Domoniks feet, and pushed in, cocking back his right arm. He turned forty five degrees presenting his side.

"Get ready for some real pain whelp!"

Bam, swish, boom!

He opened up with a one two combo, left jab towards the face twice, and then pivoted his core muscles, launching a devastating right hook towards his side...

 

[Dominik Borra]

[member="Jack Raxis"]

Of all things, the man stopped being fancy with his moves and went to just straight fighting. He presented his side, and Dominik saw the fist coming from a mile away. Years of training from Sith plus a robotic eye possible of tracking lasers can help do that. He ducked down and throws a heavy right punch into his exposed side as he moves under his swinging arm behind Jack, where he then turns and swings his left fist to the back of Jack's head.

"You'll be the one feeling the pain!"