Get Your Fight On! (Open)

The Heran sighed as he delivered a half hearted punch to yet another chumps face, knocking them flat on their arse. "I thought this place was supposed to be a place to get some proper fights in you know?" he moaned, sighing as he set off to sit himself down on a nearby bench, the poor buggers buddies dragging him out of the current makeshift ring in the auditorium. Erbia almost wished he had joined Rassica and Korla on their shopping trip, but when he'd suggested it the two ladies both gave him a death glare and forbade him. Apparently it was "girls night" or something like that...

Finding himself with nothing else to do, he had decided to come out here to this "Battle Island" which according to Earthling rumour was a place of near enough non-stop fights, minimal to non-existent governmental oversight, and all in all a good old time all around. So far... he was not impressed. The drinks were half-stilled at best with barely any kick to them at all, and all the people here who were willing to face him were all just... too weak to even land a hit on him, never mind considering trying to bruise him.

Although the Heran supposed that was sort of his own fault really. He never did figure out the whole "suppress your power" thing that Korla could pull off, and he didn't have any training weights that could drag him down either... The vague reports that came over the news prior to East City going dark weren't helping either for challengers sakes. Which was fair enough, more than a few of the fighting pits that were on the island had their bookies based over there, not to mention the concern for families and others was probably putting a damper on anyone wanting to genuinely fight at their best.

But gods above it was just all bad timing as far as Erbia was concerned. The one time he comes out here to this brawlers paradise on Earth, and of course anyone who could put up a decent fight is either probably dealing with whatevers going on in East City, or had buggered off off-world with the Accords nonsense, or just wasn't here right now... The Heran sighed as he took a drink from a waiting tankard. Wasn't there anyone right now who could give him a half-decent fight or challenge right now?

At least the arenas around here made things interesting, what with a good ninety percent of them being broken slags of metal floating around on the water. Apparently someone had come here in the last month or so and done a serious number on the place.