In the Pit {Spectators Only}

[Jak Skirata]

The Pit.

He had fought here countless times before. Mostly against exotic creatures from places like Felucia and Dagobaah. Today was no different. Ardnad's armor clanked heavily as the two walked through the tunnels that led to the gate where he would do combat against whatever foul beast the Pit had for him today. The stocky Mandalorian looked over to him as they passed the cage of a small pack of Swamprunners from Dagobaah. "Dog chow today?" he said jokingly, clapping a metal clad hand on the youth's shoulder. Arthur's blue eyes kept forward, a short grunt in reply came from the gladiator. They both knew that something like that probably wouldn't kill him.

As the gate slowly came into view, rays of sunlight penetrating the barred door, Arthur steeled himself for whatever was to come. "Last stop kid! Kick ass and roll in the credits!" This was the Mandalorian's customary goodbye whenever he knew there was a lot of credits on the line, and a rather serious beating if he should fail and live. Another grunt.

The Pit.

It was where souls came and left, fought and died. As the gates rose he entered the white light, the change in lighting causing blindness and a quick jab of pain, causing his hand to come up and attempt to shield himself from the light. <Damn eyes...> he muttered in Exonos, his native tongue. Digging a rut into the ground with his boot he spat onto the dirt stadium. The circle was huge, and the stands were packed to the brim. Surprising, as it was a hot day...Or maybe it was just him. His armor didn't give any protection from the elements, something his Mandalorian trainer was fighting for as Arthur got hot easily. Sweat dripped from his brow as the gate opposite him opened. Three hulking Bwathas exited their cage. Standing almost as tall as he was on all fours the beasts' four eyes all focused on Arthur. There was no bell. There was no buzzer.

There was only survival.
@[member="Grundark"]

 

[Grundark]

Three bulky Bwathas lumbered out of the cages as the howls began all around the arena. The one to the left was the obvious dominate male, its head lifted in a war cry at the waiting Mandalorian. A large black furred Bwatha charged out of the first roaring in excitement towards the cry of the crowd, and then for a brief moment it seemed to snarl at the first male. The last of Bwathas was an obvious younger male it's fur a light grey, and it seemed to shrink back a bit against the roar of the crowd. Quickly the trio's eyes focused on the Mandalorian though, their wicked claws pawing at the ground.

As each walked forwards towards their target they separated some to encircle the man, their deadly hunt as much matter of instinct as thought. Standing for a minute they began their loud war cry around the Mandalorian, moving in ever closer as they perceived his attention shifted upon another. At last the center Bwathas finally charged it's poisoned horn aimed towards the center of it's target's chest.

@[member="Arthur Cath"]

 

[Jak Skirata]

The Exonard hybrid had faced these beasts before. Easy enough to manipulate usually, but these ones seemed...different. More focused, and thus less likely to turn on one another, which was problematic. As the center Bwatha charged, the lumbering beast met the the cold durasteel of his shield as he sidestepped and plowed the metal sheet into the side of its face. Activating his vibroblade he made a swift upward cut, spilling the deep red blood of the beast. It cried out for a moment in pain, its shrill, guteral cry filling the stadium. This of course was followed by the crowd cheering. Arthur grimaced. He hated these people, these beasts, this dirt, this planet.

He heard the snort of another beast and rolled out of the way of its charge, only to be broadsided by the third beasts hide. A muffled "Umph!" came from the young man as he took the blow and rolled in the dirt. "Oooooo!" went the crowd. Quickly moving back to his feet, the anger pilled on. These people were watching him for their amusement.
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