Post by Jagaimo on Jan 28, 2024 18:36:08 GMT -5
“I’m bored…”
Her words carried over the crowd that was gathered at the edge of the pit, some watching the two Saiyan’s down below settle up after a spilled drink or some such nonsense, the rest watching the young woman as she sat on a bench at the back of the bar building. Her hands were loosening the Saiyan battle boots she wore with almost every outfit, hands massaging her ankles, fingers kneading the joints for a few seconds after she pulled each one off and flexed her bare toes on the sandy red stone. The sun was just beginning to set, bathing the wastelands in bright light and long shadows, the lights over the small arena just starting to flicker to life to illuminate the fighters below.
“That's better…now…what was I saying?”
She moved slowly, standing and giving her back a stretch, hands lifting over her head before she pushed them into her waist and rolled her hips round a few times, looking over the gather crowd with a smirk,
“Ah right…the rules are very simple…”
Jagaimo pulled one of the weighted vests from the battered locker beside the bench. They looked simple enough but the Tuffle tech lacing the fabric was incredible. Inactive the vest weighed next to nothing…but when active, some technological marvel interwoven in the fabric could simulate extreme gravitational effects, meaning that even the strongest of fighters could be slowed down enough to make it a fair fight against well…almost anyone.
Pulling the vest over her head, hands moved to work the buckles into place, a sudden sharp intake of breath followed by a grunt as she forced the clips into place escaped her lips, grumbling under her breath,
“Girl you gotta stop sampling all those damn dishes…”
Her hands pulled and pushed at the vest, settling it into a comfortable position while her bare feet padded across the stone to the railings that surrounded the thing that gave her place its name. She looked back at the crowd for a moment and then pointed a finger at a confused Saiyan half way through his current ale,
“Simple…Rules…yes…well done thank you…”
The young woman leant against the railing, resting on one elbow, bare arms lean with muscle, skin covered in lighter looking scars and healed burn marks. Her brown tail, slide over the railing and looped round it for a moment before snaking up to slip round her waist in its customary position.
“Two on one…knock me on my ass and your tabs on me for the rest of the week.”
She looked from man to woman, across their faces taking each gaze in turn, pleased to see more and more non-Saiyan’s were starting to frequent the bar now. This part of the district wasn’t known to be alien friendly but that was changing slowly, little by little…and most knew not to discriminate, or at least to keep their thoughts to themselves when in the young woman’s locale.
A cheer from the crowd seemed to signal the bout below was over, the two combatants shaking hands, their debt settled apparently with no grudges held. Jagaimo smiled when she looked. It wasn’t much but it was something she encouraged, grudges and feuds…settle them in the pit and leave them there. The Saiyan’s didn’t need to be killing each other over nothing when there were bigger things looming on the horizon. All too soon the bloodshed would start, if what she’d been told was even half true.
With the match over Jagaimo rolled her shoulders and leaned backwards over the railing, kicking off the ground and toppling back into the pit, knees bending to take the force of her landing, a hand waving up to the spectators with an inviting smile,
“Whose first then? Common don’t be shy now…it's just little me down here..”
Her words carried over the crowd that was gathered at the edge of the pit, some watching the two Saiyan’s down below settle up after a spilled drink or some such nonsense, the rest watching the young woman as she sat on a bench at the back of the bar building. Her hands were loosening the Saiyan battle boots she wore with almost every outfit, hands massaging her ankles, fingers kneading the joints for a few seconds after she pulled each one off and flexed her bare toes on the sandy red stone. The sun was just beginning to set, bathing the wastelands in bright light and long shadows, the lights over the small arena just starting to flicker to life to illuminate the fighters below.
“That's better…now…what was I saying?”
She moved slowly, standing and giving her back a stretch, hands lifting over her head before she pushed them into her waist and rolled her hips round a few times, looking over the gather crowd with a smirk,
“Ah right…the rules are very simple…”
Jagaimo pulled one of the weighted vests from the battered locker beside the bench. They looked simple enough but the Tuffle tech lacing the fabric was incredible. Inactive the vest weighed next to nothing…but when active, some technological marvel interwoven in the fabric could simulate extreme gravitational effects, meaning that even the strongest of fighters could be slowed down enough to make it a fair fight against well…almost anyone.
Pulling the vest over her head, hands moved to work the buckles into place, a sudden sharp intake of breath followed by a grunt as she forced the clips into place escaped her lips, grumbling under her breath,
“Girl you gotta stop sampling all those damn dishes…”
Her hands pulled and pushed at the vest, settling it into a comfortable position while her bare feet padded across the stone to the railings that surrounded the thing that gave her place its name. She looked back at the crowd for a moment and then pointed a finger at a confused Saiyan half way through his current ale,
“Simple…Rules…yes…well done thank you…”
The young woman leant against the railing, resting on one elbow, bare arms lean with muscle, skin covered in lighter looking scars and healed burn marks. Her brown tail, slide over the railing and looped round it for a moment before snaking up to slip round her waist in its customary position.
“Two on one…knock me on my ass and your tabs on me for the rest of the week.”
She looked from man to woman, across their faces taking each gaze in turn, pleased to see more and more non-Saiyan’s were starting to frequent the bar now. This part of the district wasn’t known to be alien friendly but that was changing slowly, little by little…and most knew not to discriminate, or at least to keep their thoughts to themselves when in the young woman’s locale.
A cheer from the crowd seemed to signal the bout below was over, the two combatants shaking hands, their debt settled apparently with no grudges held. Jagaimo smiled when she looked. It wasn’t much but it was something she encouraged, grudges and feuds…settle them in the pit and leave them there. The Saiyan’s didn’t need to be killing each other over nothing when there were bigger things looming on the horizon. All too soon the bloodshed would start, if what she’d been told was even half true.
With the match over Jagaimo rolled her shoulders and leaned backwards over the railing, kicking off the ground and toppling back into the pit, knees bending to take the force of her landing, a hand waving up to the spectators with an inviting smile,
“Whose first then? Common don’t be shy now…it's just little me down here..”
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