Private Interlude: Flesh & Blood

[William Ames]

ALSO BETWEEN ROUND TWO AND THREE
Mercy​

Hearing news of the ‘First Galactic Kaggath’ had piqued William’s interest greatly. It amused him that the Black Sun Syndicate had the audacity to turn what was an ancient Sith rite into a galactic spectacle. But the cherry on top, was the fact they had used one of the Jedi’s most sacred locations to build the stadium.

That alone put the Black Sun up there as some of William’s favourite kind of people.

It was interesting to be on the spectator side of things for a change. Having recently spent the past several months on Point Nadir, indebted and effectively stuck in a fight pit there. At least until he had been able to deal with Sorba the Hutt…permanently.

During his attendance though, there was one particular champion that caught his interest.

Mercy.

She was an absolute force to be reckoned with, no matter who she was faced against. Not just with the weird shit going on with her arm, but her overall physique and power. She was a powerhouse, and William knew he had to fight her.

He needed to.

So during the interval between rounds, William sought her out. And it hadn’t taken very long to track her down, suspecting what she’d be spending her time doing during the down time.

In the gym.

The moment he caught sight of her, William strode over towards her, interrupting whatever it was she was doing.

“We’re fighting, right now.”

He then proceeded to immediately turn around and walk over to the nearby sparring ring.

 

[Mercy]

Mercy was about to do another set when a huge man walked into her training room and practically declared fisticuff rules. That was something the Sith did not often experience and it piqued her interest.

"...okay?" Baffled tone and a raised eyebrow followed the beast's track towards the sparring ring opposite of the room.

"And pray tell what have I done to earn your ire, big boy."

First the lizard, also a large specimen, now this thing. Somehow Mercy was making a lot of fans just by being in the tournament and racking up wins.

She pulled the ropes apart and joined him in the ring.

Settled on one end of it and watched him with curiosity.

"Any rules you want to follow?"

William Ames

 

[William Ames]

“Nothing ire about it, it’s fascination.” He replied, taking a moment to remove his jacket and throw it into one of the ring’s corners.

The act revealed a sleeveless shirt and muscles on display. Not that the jacket had been doing anything to hide them before.

“Been watching your fights, seen how you fight.” He continued, eyes affixed to Mercy as the woman stepped into the ring. “To say you ‘pack a punch’ is an understatement. I want a taste of it.”

William rolled his shoulders a bit, getting ready.

“No low blows. This is a test of strength. First person to knock their opponent on their arse three times, for five seconds.”

With the rules given, Ames shifted into a stance, arms raised up ready to lock-up.

Mercy​

 

[Mercy]

William Ames

Ah.

One of those.

"That a fact, huh?" Mercy said with a chuckle as she leaned against the ropes and watched him. Taking it all in, his speed, build, strength, the way he felt in the Force. At this distance Mercy could feel something was off with him certainly. "Sure, I do like simple rules." Pushing herself off and joining the man in the middle of the ring.

Didn't even know his name.

"Since you are my guest, uninvited perhaps but still, you can have the first punch."

She didn't raise her fists, instead she just stood there with an open stance, relaxed. Smiling lightly.

 

[William Ames]

There was no hiding the almost animalistic grin on William’s face. He paced back and forth a bit, in a semi-circle in front of Mercy.

“Oh, how very generous of you.” He replied, amused sarcasm dripping from his tone.

But who said anything about a punch?

William threw himself backwards, bouncing against the ropes. They helped propel him forwards as he charged, holding his body low as he slammed a shoulder into Mercy’s midsection.

Throwing all his weight into an attempt to spear the imposing Sith off her feet.

Mercy​