Tourny thingy

[Sir Dakar]

Xol sat in the ring, waiting for his buddy to show up and learn how to fight.

 

[Ser Yorick]

He shook his head, Eurrsk was about to take down his partner in crime, Xol. Poor guy, he was always the weak point in their Duo...
"What's the rules?" the Bothan asked upon entering the ring. He stood, with his gaze averted off to the side, with a pair of nail clippers in his hands, clipping away at his left paw.

 

[Sir Dakar]

"Whatever I suppose, depends on what your royal pain in the ass wants."

Too bad Eurrsk was never good at the close combat, all Xol had to do was come at him with a sowrd, and the little fur ball was gone! Lets just hope he didnt pull out the gone first.

 

[Ser Yorick]

Eurrsk just shrugged, shifting his violet gaze over to Xol and giving him a quick wink. Anything goes, eh? Well alrighty then..
Quicker than a flash, the furry Bothan had brought out both his mini guns to bear, and squeezed the triggers, firing off multiple metallic rounds before his smuggling partner even had time to react!
It would seem this fight would be over in a matter of seconds!

 

[Sir Dakar]

The only thing that Xol could do in response was dukc, allowing the bullets to fly harmlessly overhead. One of the benefits of being partners for so long is that now we know each others weaknesses, and how much ammo is in each gun.

Springing up afterwards, he grabbed the sword and bum rushed his freend, comming upwards from the knee... or in Eurrsk's case the hip.

 

[Ser Yorick]

Oh ho! He thinks that will work, does he? Silly Kel'dor, tricks are for kids!
As Xol came charging up the front, Eurrsk executed a last minute dive to the right, rotating the barrels of his weaponry back toward his opponent, opening fire once more upon Xol.
THERE WAS NO ESCAPE!