Private Erase Myself And Let Go

[Arcturus Dinn]

He should have pressed a second strike but truth be told he wasn't expecting the first to land. When it did he rose his fists back up to a general defensive stance and observed her for a moment as she spat blood. He'd formed an opening... but he squandered it at the same time.

Somewhere in the back of his mind a voice echoed about not striking girls. Well, she'd asked for it hadn't she? He shook it away, and bobbed slightly before preparing for a second punch.

Not before she feigned though. Another spike of his senses and he moved to dodge the first, leaving himself open for the second. He realized what she'd done a second too late, his reflexes somewhat dulled by the medley in his blood stream. Her fist bore into his ribs, loosing a fizzle of static into his form, and he jerked in response to it; the blow itself barely registered at first, as he stagged back from her under the surge.

Chaos, that was an awful feeling. It dulled his Force senses even more. Then came the aching of his ribs. He shook his head and when he lifted it to look at her some of the playfulness had been stripped from his gaze. Okay so this sport was no joking matter, was it?

He focused, pulling upon the Force to bolster him, and pushed forward once more, sending a series of swift jabs her way in quick succession.

Yula Perl

 

[Yula Perl]

When he staggered back, Yula wondered if this was the first time he'd been hit with the surge of a shock boxing glove. It had been a surprise for her first match, at least. He roused quick enough, shaking off the blow to come back at her.

He looked different, too. Anger? Not exactly. A little more solemn than before, at least. Didn't have time to dwell on that when she was ducking and weaving, trying to avoid another electric punch. At one point, when he extended his fist, she reached to lock her arm around his own, her other hand up to defend. In one swift motion, she yanked him closer with a moment of unprecedented strength.

"You aint done this before, but you've done something else, huh?"

Words were spendy in a fight, but Yula had noticed his fighting form. Something weirdly familiar that she couldn't put her shock mitt on.

She wouldn't have to.

With a nasty grin, she swept his leg. The crowd erupted, some jeering the illegal move, others cheering for the same reason. A whistle blew, but those often went ignored and it didn't even register to Yula.

True to form, the Zeltron was an entertainer.

Arcturus Dinn

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

So grabbing, at least in some capacity, was allowed...​

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Good to know.​

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As he was pulled closer, Arcturus' one-armed guard raised in defense of his face. Her words softened some of that more serious expression into a smirk. "Something like that" he replied, before she made to sweep him; Arcturus shifted, locking his own arm into hers, and when he went down he sought to pull her down with him the way he had done with Alina back in their Academy days.​

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He heard the klaxon, he heard the way in which the crowd was torn at what was apparently an illegal move, but he didn't much care. Provided he was able to get her down to his level, he'd shift his weight to grapple with her instead. Certainly not what he'd planned for, and he wasn't sure how much use he'd get out of the gloves themselves, but still.​

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Might be that someone would actually break them up before all of that, though. Might be that she didn't get pulled down at all.​

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Yula Perl ​

 

[Yula Perl]

And then, they were grappling on the floor. Hoo-boy, did this bring back memories. Bursts of static fired along their arms, making it difficult to untangle their interlocked limbs.

"You fether," She hissed, close enough to feel the heat of her breath against his face. Her eyes were wide, wild with excitement. Now she aimed for the throat, intending to stun his breathing into an uncomfortable, albeit very temporary paralytic state. Finally, things had gotten inter-

The Gotal kid that passed for a referee yanked her up and away, and in her state, Yula turned around and decked the guy. More noise from the crowd, some positive, some negative. While the ref was stunned, she spat to the side and looked to her opponent.

"Not bad, kid!"

Another ref, a muscular Cathar, made to grab her arm and yank her from the arena.

Arcturus Dinn

 

[Arcturus Dinn]

Things got a little crazy once they hit the deck and began to grapple.​

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The heat of her breath on his face was a strange change from the static charge which zipped across his body in the wake of their breaking of the rules. He watched as she raised a fist, bringing up his arms in an attempt at guarding his face, but before she could rain down a beating on him she was pulled away.​

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Arcturus propped himself up on an elbow, just in time to see her spark the poor ref. The kid dropped faster than they had.​

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"Not bad yourself" he mused, moments before Yula was being dragged from the ring.​

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Welp. Short fight, no doubt they'd made enemies in the room that day...​

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Forcing himself back up to his feet, Arcturus held up his hands when it looked as though they thought he might need dragging out too. "I'm going, I'm going" he said, though not without a curious gaze to the unconscious Gotal.​

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Rough sport, even for those overseeing on the sidelines...​

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Yula Perl ​