We're all gonna get in a fight! [EVENT: FITE NITE][Warning: Violence and Blood]

[smartass_captain]

People have been disappearing in the Nexus.

Going missing from work, from their homes, from the Plaza.

Locals are staying in their homes, shutting their doors. Even the more shut-in of Nexus goers will be able to tell that something is amiss around here. The Plaza is strangely sparse as far as foot traffic; many of the shops downtown are closing early.

Word is spreading in the Industrial District of an anomaly in the anti-violence field. Easy money for betting in cage fighting. Less easy money but larger amounts for competing in said cage matches. One on one, matches with and without weapons. Rounds go until someone surrenders, is knocked out, or dies. Who would set up such a thing? It's becoming very popular and many a coin is being generated. Are so many people really signing up for this?

Some are. Others are captured and drugged, thrown into the ring against their will with the ultimatum: Fight and get free, or die.

What do you do?

Are you looking to bet your wages? Sign up for a chance at riches? Are you one of the unwilling laying in a dark room?

Or.

Are you going to stand for this if not?

((Please view this OOC post to chat with other players before you jump into a fight! All fights must be agreed upon by participants ahead of time for severity of injuries. Outcomes can be agreed upon or will be decided by a coinflip by myself. Please do not come into this expecting to clean sweep someone without sustaining injuries unless you and your fight partner have agreed ahead of time that would be hilarious. If there are questins, concerns, or complaints PM me. TL:DR Have fun and don't be a dick!))

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[smartass_captain]

Some people are calm, collected, and rational when they fight. They study their opponents inside and out and judge every action. Predict and counter.

Jim doesn't fight like that. He moves entirely on instinct, bracing himself with the chain wrapped arm so it's the first thing Han collides with. Jim lets himself fall back, already tucked to roll so he can get back on his feet. The chain connecting them is throwing him off. He hits the ground harder than he thought he would thanks to Han's added momentum, and a large cloud of dust gets kicked up when he lands.

The platform.

Jim doesn't bother to roll to the side. Han won't be looking to follow through. He'll want his gun. He rolls straight back instead trying to conserve some of the momentum to get to his feet but the chain going taught again throws him off balance.

The plan is simple: Han Solo cannot lay his hands on a weapon. The fight is over if he does. So Jim does the only thing he can think of and lunges with his full body and grabs Han around the waist, throwing them both further away from both weapons toward one of the far walls.

A punch or several Jim can take, but a phaser set to stun or who only knows what Han's weapon can do aren't going to end in Jim's favor.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

You gotta give the other Captain credit for realizing what Han was trying to do. If he didn't think to grab Han or if he had missed, Solo would have dragged him all the way to that LED adorned pedestal and ended this fight inside of a minute.

Would it have been kinder that way? Taking a stun bolt isn't fun, but the effects won't last as long as sprains, deep bruises and broken bones.

The two men go flying off balance and tumble into a heap of limbs and chains. The only sound Han can hear besides the thrum of his own heartbeat is the rattle of bond that holds them together. More dirt gets kicked into the air.

The Corellian has every intention of making this pretty boy regret that he pulled him in close. He drives a sharp knee at the kid's chest in the hopes of driving the breath out of his lungs and, knowing better than to watch and see if his first blow hit cleanly, he cups both of his hands together and overhead clubs Jim as hard as he can in the upper shoulder. Chain side.

He's hopeful that the second blow might dislocate the joint or break the clavicle.

[smartass_captain]

Pretty boy sure doesn't fight like he's made of blown glass. Jim's pulse is thundering in his ears, blocking out the cheers of the crowd, the jeering or the shouts. The dust floats by in slow motion even as the air rushes out of Jim's lungs.

The chain clatters.

Survive. Survive, Jim.

Jim twists around, grabbing one of Han's wrists when the other brings his arms down, throwing Han over his shoulder instead. He doesn't even notice the chain whip around and bust his lip open. He's taking the half second to gasp for air, clear his vision. That knee to his chest had definitely been more than a glancing blow.

Like this, the Captain isn't pretty. His eyes have a feral desperation to them as survival instinct takes over. Dulls the diplomat in him and brings out something far more broken and older. The Jim Kirk that made it this far.

He doesn't wait for Han to get to his feet again, bringing a boot down to stomp wherever he can find purchase.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

Captain Solo isn't fighting his smartest fight. He still believes he can end the fight quickly; that he'll just steamroll over Starfleet because he's bigger and in his estimation, stronger. This very line of thinking made him believe that it was a good idea to opt for a slow, but powerful overhand strike.

Imagine Han's surprise that the world is suddenly spinning.

Kirk's throw flips Han head over heels with him landing hard on his back. He still has air in his lungs, but one of the muscles in his back was strained by unexpected movement. His body arches in pain. The very same spasmatic movement saves him from being stopped by about an inch.

Han throws a haymaker at the inside of the other man's stomping knee and quickly pushes himself back up to standing.

[smartass_captain]

Normally, Jim excels when things go wrong. He's able to focus with a laser beam's intensity on whatever the problem is and find a crazy solution that he throws himself wholeheartedly to. Even when things are chaotic he's focused, present, and aware. He's still in control, in command.

Captain Kirk excels under pressure. The captain isn't in right now. Jimmy Kirk is here, the kid who had to fight off adults twice his size to get enough to eat on Tarsus. Who endured blows from people he should have been able to trust to take care of him, who time and again was abandoned and left on his own to survive. What Han Solo fails to realize even as Jim stumbles back--giving him the space to get back to his feet-- is that he and James Kirk have a lot in common.

And James Kirk isn't underestimating Han Solo. He's never fought people who weren't bigger and stronger than him. But he's won most fights he's been in, all the same. And maybe it's the chains, maybe it's the manner in which he was forced into this whole endeavor, or maybe it's just the way Han talked down to him, but this a fight Jim is desperate to win.

Han's on his feet and swinging for him again. Jim dodges and weaves, looking for an opening to fight back. Blood is dripping down his chin and into the dusty ground drop by drop. The next swing glances off Jim's cheek and he yells in surprise but rides the blow out. Han's got reach on him when it comes to a swing. Best do something about that. Jim dodges around Han and tucks himself into a slide, sweeping Han's feet out from under him. At the same time, Jim swings the chain in an arc, trying to catch it on a flailing limb before he yanks taught with all of his strength.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

For a moment, Han experiences the resistance of his body falling one way and his shackled left wrist being pulled on the other. In the next moment, that resistance caused by the bones in his wrist suddenly falters. Several bones give way and the pain is so explosive that Han can't even cry out or scream. He just chokes, reflexively, on the agony.

Han's impressively fast right-hand collects a tight handful of the gold mesh of Jim's Starfleet uniform. With all his strength and bodyweight as leverage, Solo jerks downward as hard as he can. Where cotton material would have just ripped under the strain, Jim's uniform actually contributes to Han's success in pulling him down.

Refusing to let go, even as Han has completely pulled him into the dirt, the Scoundrel starts using those natural advantages he has over Jim to keep him down; even as he struggles to get free. It makes him howl in pain to do it, but Han reaches his limp wristed hand down into the dirt and he throws what he grip into Kirk's eyes.

[smartass_captain]

The resounding snapping and crunching of bone has a boom of cheering and jeering sweeping across the stands. A lot of people are wondering if they're about to lose a huge amount of money based on the bets that were placed before this match began.

Jim doesn't hear a word of it. His breath is coming in deep, ragged gulps. He doesn't have a plan in mind from here. More than likely he'd continue trying to curb-stomp Solo or kick him in some way but there's a hand fisting tight in his shirt and with a squawk Jim gets drug down with Han.

The second Jim's side collides with the ground he's scrabbling to get up, thrashing in Hans's grip. Both of his hands wrap around the scoundrel's functional wrist, trying to force the other to release him. He can't let himself be held down against his will. He won't. Not again. Never again. The smaller captain flashes a glare Han's way and is only met with a fist full of dirt.

"Fuck!" Jim lets go of Han's arm, one hand shooting up to his face while the other gropes blindly for the chain. He grabs a loop of the slack and swings it out in front of him wildly. It's more a defensive motion than one to try and catch Han again.

He must hit something because there's a punched out shout of swearing in a language Jim's never heard before. The world becomes a painful bleary mess as Jim starts to regain vision. His feet are underneath him and he's about to get back to his feet when the chain is wrenched from his fingers and swung back against his temple at full force.

He drops into the dirt, not fully unconscious but definitely stunned.

[twelve_not_fourteen]

The two gladiators in this ring; offering up bone and blood for the entertainment of the packed arena, have far more in common than they care to give each other credit for. Their mindsets in the fight, however, couldn't be further apart. Kirk has been clearly possessed by something since the moment this fight begin - something Han did not realize was there. It's almost predatory. He's instinctual in his movements and violent in his attacks. Like a frenzied animal.

And there may have been a time when Han felt that in a fight too. These days, though, he doesn't feel anything. He can't help the adrenaline, the pounding of his heart in his chest, or reactions that come with the biology of being human, but his mind becomes perfectly clear. Everything outside of his immediate concern just fades.

He doesn't care about the odds - regardless if they're for him or against him - he just surrenders himself to action. The chips will always fall where they may and how badly you want a certain outcome doesn't ultimately make the outcome any different

A chance jerk of the chain nails the other man hard in the temple and Solo instantly sees the glassed over look in the eyes of Jim. He's dazed. Han throws a quick right hook to Jim's jaw because he wants to be as sure as he can be that Starfleet isn't going to interrupt. This is sure to be a painful drag over to his weapon.

Bracing himself with his right hand to the ground, Han climbs to his feet. He can’t feel anything in his left arm, save for pain. When he finally does get a chance to briefly examine his wrist, he can see that the bones have shifted to an unnatural angle. One bone, in particular, seems to threaten bursting out of his skin if he moves to much the wrong way.

He slides the shackle as far down his forearm as possible and while keeping the cuff as stable as possible with his good hand, he being hauling the two of them toward prized blaster. It hurts. Among the most excruciating things he’s ever felt in a life full of different pains. A fiery ache accented by stabbing that occurs with sudden movement. Han feels the sting of tears well up in his eyes from the agony, but he keeps his legs moving.

As soon as he thinks he can stretch out and reach for his DL-44, Solo makes a desperate grab for it. He’s successful in his attempt, but only barely, and he sends an especially violent jolt of pain in his wrist in doing so. He groans in response and feels some of the surrounding muscle in his forearm start to twitch uncontrollably.

It only takes a second for him to look over the weapon. He sees that it’s set to stun and the safety is off. Three steps gets him to a point where he’s looming over Jim. The lights are on, but nobody is home right now. He doesn’t even try to defend himself when Han is looking down at him. His eyes just keep trying to focus and refocus on nothing in particular.

‘And that’s not enough to call it a fight, huh?’ Han thinks to himself. ‘Kryffing hell.’

Captain Solo raises his right arm enough to point his weapon at Captain Kirk’s chest. A blue streak bursts out of the gun when Han pulls the trigger. What little signs of consciousness instantly disappear in the man lying in the dirt.

The roar of the crowd brings back the anger that he started to feel before the fight began, only this time, he doesn’t feel it aimed at Jim any longer.

[rumormonger_nya]

It isn't one of the many maids that shows up to tend to the fallen. But then again why would it be? Nekomata doesn't mind the work considering what she's being paid and the company she gets to mingle with, so if lugging around a human or two is part of the job for a few minutes here or there, she's happy to do the work.

Besides, as far as Humies go this guy's pretty good looking. Not too fat, not too small. Just right. Okay so maybe when Nekomata says good looking it is difficult to tell if she means aesthetically or for eating.

Best not to ask which really.

She isn't carrying him so much as she is dragging him by an arm either, which may be upsetting and again isn't her problem. He lost, so he's going back to his cell.

Who's going to stop her? Not Jim Kirk, that's for sure. He'll be out for a while thanks to the blast.