Kill My Vibe

[Lok Xiangu]

NAR SHADDAA - RED LIGHT SECTOR​

10:45 PM LOCAL TIME​

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PUNCH

KICK​

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BLOOD

PAIN​

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YELLS

VICTORY​

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DEFEAT

The familiar scenario when inside the ring.​

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Something that was natural to him and it flew throughout him. For as long as he could remember he had been doing this frequently and consistently ever since his pathetic father did the most unforgivable act that placed him and his deceased mother in a life of misery. Jovaale had never wanted this life, he wanted a normal one without too much or too little. Just a style of life that was adequate and made him happy.

Unfortunately, not everyone got what the asked or wished for. Not even the young such as Jovaale. He knew there are other children and grown up men that had gotten themselves in a similar situation such as the one he breathed and walked by everyday. They had no fault into being involved in this type of life. He'd expect mercy and compassion to be shown for him and his mother, but alas they were shown indifference and cruelty. The faults of a father passed down to his kin for something dumb, yet serious.

More than twenty years he was conditioned and trained to become a weapon for the entertainment of others and to enrich the lives of the elite that he was enslaved to. Something that he hated at first and still did to this day, but what did he had to say in that? Nothing. Either he conformed to the wishes of his masters or feel pain in whatever shape, form, or method it was. Sometimes they tortured him and did whatever they pleased when his owners were not content with him, or they preyed on his mother as they took noticed that he cared a lot for his mother, yet held none for his father. The more he resisted, the more things got worse. A perfect way to domesticate an intelligent sentient that had morals...then again, any species would do the same if their loves ones were being threatened.

Of course, there was nothing to use to threaten Jovaale to place him in line anymore. After the death of his mother, it placed his life in hiatus while still continuing the same thing he had been doing for many years on Nar Shaddaa.

And tonight was the same thing for Collrun.

Another person to beat to a pulp for the night. Sometimes it wasn't just one person, it could be a line of people. He used to feel remorse when harming another, but after the doing this shindig almost everyday he felt nothing for his opponent in the ring; however, he'd feel some guilt when in private.

His last opponent for the night was a Mandalorian Miralian that was esteemed in combat and martial arts. He outmatched Jovaale in agility and flexibility, but the Firrerreo bested him in strength and durability. Blows were exchanged from one another. They were at it for quite sometime and the only way in stopping the match was when one fell to defeat. Stakes were high for those that gambled on their gladiator and people were on their feet in the high class cantina where the fight was being held. Every time they clashed, gasps and roars were heard.

It was only time when the final blow would be delivered. The opportunity would be presented to both men. They just had to find it and seize it.

[member="Madeline Roux"]​