Saran nodded to the Twi'lek. "Knock 'em dead." She smiled. "Well, not literally. Can you imagine the upkeep cost for that?" Giving a smile, saran started walking before breaking into a jog. She had fifty minutes. Not as much time as she would like. She had a lot to think about. Like this new sister. She knew mom had never been the best with maintaining relationships, but another sister? She didn't eve know if they were older or younger than she was. How long between them had she been. As she turned back around, a thought struck her. Her sister could well be a Sith. She shook her head. That wouldn't happen, right?
She sighed. She needed to talk to mom.
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As the hour passed, an older looking man stepped into what looked like a depression in the floor. "Ladies and gentleman, we have an exciting match for you tonight! In this corner, The man you know and love, Knockdown!" There was a small cheer from the cantina as the two meter tall wall of muscle walked out. He flexed to the crowd, confidant. The ring was relatively new, but bets still ran high. It seemed everyone gambled these days. "And in this corner, She's new, but she's been burning through the competition. All the way from the high rings of Zeltros, it's Sparkplug!"
Saran rolled her neck as she stepped into the ring, a small smirk on her face. Knockdown seemed to scoff at her, but walked to the center to shake hands anyways. As they met, she smiled. The judge leaned in, whispering to them. "You know the rules. No hitting them while they're down, no hidden weapons. Just fists and kicks. First to three falls wins." She nodded.
"Ready to go, big guy?" She asked, reaching out her hand to shake.
"Whenever you are." He replied as he took it.
As they stepped back, the judge raised a white handkerchief. As it dropped and his voice boomed out to begin, She watched her opponent lunge with a massive haymaker. She moved instinctively, the electrically charged fist narrowly sailing past as she spun, her own blow slamming into his arm. He howled, and she ducked his wild swing in pain before leaping over him, enjoying his shocked expression as she moved past. He turned as she landed, right into a kick to his knee. He howled again and retreated.
He was tough. This may be a long fight.
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