Fight Night at Oyu'baat (Open to Mandos, Invite otherwise)

[Aithne Charr]

There were three things that Solan normally did. These went in order of how often they happened or he got the chance to do so. The first, compliment a beautiful woman and then never actually do anything past such... normally. The second, burn a slaver from the inside out or experiment with new ways to use pyromatic powers and abilities as well as his empathy. Three. Well Get into fights he knows he will lose by enjoys anyways. There is a certain satisfaction, a certain... thrill that comes from battle. You come to enjoy the adrenaline, even when the horrors start to test your sanity. It was a slow process for the latter but the former. That burst of adrenaline that comes in a fight is the best part about one.​

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So when a mandalorian and him had decided to have a small brawl in the bar named the Oyu'baat in which others could have a little fun with some drinks and even better some betting on the two of them. Solan smiled the moment the idea had come to the lips of the other and he had the distinct surety that in the morning he was going to hurt every possible way he could think of... well almost.​

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So with that he sat at the bar and waited for [member="Muad Dib"] to arrive as he drank from a rather strong glass of ale. Hey, they were about to have a bar brawl, why not be drunk for it when it happened.​

 

[Muad Dib]

The Mad Knight was heading into town on his swoop bike. An invitation for booze was one thing. A chance at a brawl was another. In any case both were things he loved and had sadly not been able to partake in for quite some time. Parking the bike he climbed off and lit a deathstick, the smoke wafting away on the brisk evening breeze. Dressed in his standard dark brown tunic and trousers with pant legs tucked into his knee high boots he entered the Oyu'baat ready for a night of fun and debauchery.

Moving to the bar he ordered a bottle of tiinghar and two glasses and moved to the table where he saw [member="Solan Charr"] waiting, already ahead of him with a drink of his own. Hooking the chair he slid it out and sat with a grin and a puff of smoke. Popping the cork out he poured the two glasses half full and slid one over to his companion and foe for the evening. Setting the bottle down he gripped his glass and raised it in a toast.

"Oya ner vod."

Then he drained his glass and poured another. Leaning back he looked at the other man for a moment before taking a second, smaller, drink from his glass. Most enjoyed fighting on the battle field for it answered a primal desire. But when asked most would deny the need for combat. Muad Dib was not one of those men. He loved fighting. It was what made the blood run hot, that and liquor of course. SO as he took another drink he looked the other man in the eyes.

"You ready mate?"

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Muad Dib"]

Solan smiled the moment that Maud had sat down, noticing that like himself the man had no visible weaponry. Of course Solan had one hidden implement but that was more because those Sith assassins had been recent;y able to kill a king of the Republic's capital world. He was a bit uneasy one could say no matter where he was but he would not need the item right now as his eyes halted over the rim of the glass in his hands. "Do refrain from holding back, no fun in a staged fight..." Solan's hand would slowly lift the glass, letting his mind reach out and his grip on the force itself cease. He knew in the next seconds the force of the mandalorian's muscles would slam into him in one place or another.

So as the glass touched his lips he closed his eyes and surrendered his physical sight for the more advanced force born sight, before once more opening his eyes the moment the glass was empty, the force and the physical world mixing in his sight and he knew now was the moment the first blow would come, his hands coming up to shield his body and face from it, there would be no point in being knocked cold with the first one. All while his hands moved up a falling glass moved down, silently until a quick shatter would break the mood of the bar. It was time for some fun.

 

[Muad Dib]

He chuckled slightly as he watched the man close his eyes a draw on the force. A savage grin crossed Muad's face as he finished his drink and picked the bottle up from the table by it's neck. Lashing out with force augmented muscles he slammed into the table bottom with a leg, sending it flying forward intending for it to crash into the other man's own legs and chest. Meanwhile he swung the bottle gripped in his right hand straight at Solan's temple.

"Such a waste ..."

He murmmered at the potential waste of the liquor. But the adrenaline and liquor were now pumping into his body as they force filled him. With his leg kick and swing of the bottle he had also leaned forward standing upon his free leg to rise to his feet. He was already enjoying himself, drinking and fighting, what else in all the galaxy was more entertaining then that.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Muad Dib"]

Solan smiled the moment the flow of the force changed sharply and the table came forward for him, his body moving back and the bottle swinging right before his brow. He watched and felt the table grow heavier on his body as he fell back a bit under it but he was not as weak as he looked. As it came down on him he pushed off the ground himself and tumbled back across the ground as the bar was thrown into a level of chaos that Solan smiled at. The other would taste those emotions too in the air and they were going to have some fun now as he knew the real fight began with the first real punch.​

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Stepping forward, knowing the other would be coming to him too, his hand darted out with more speed than power behind it to land a quick jab at the face of the knight, hoping to distract him as a second jab with a bit more force to it came in and tried to impact on the man's right side. It was meant to be a quick movement to test the reflexes of the man with whom he had accepted this little game from. Would Maud disappoint, or was Solan going to have a new trip to the healers... time to find out.​

 

[Muad Dib]

The chaos erupted and the onlookers retreated. Fear, amusement, and joy of watching a good fight filled the air with a tangible presence that one could taste. And Muad did. Feeling the charged event fueling him and pushing him on he moved forward with a grin on his face as Solan moved forward to engage him.

As they came together a blurring fist smacked Muad in the nose causing a splurt of blood. But instead of falling back or cradling his face, as some would do, he drew in the brief flare of pain and the constant state of madness to sharpen his mind and body.Feeling the second attack Muad roared and struck his own fist out, intending for his fist to collide with Solan's, knuckles to knuckles, while stepping in still to give the other man a Keldabe Kiss with blood running down his face.

[member="Solan Charr"]