A Short Fight

[The Storyteller]

Another Life Day. Hosgodurkadinvonshuppert otherwise known as Big was a Wookie with a tall reputation. While some thought little of him, Big was the type of fella who would always come out on top, especially when he wasn't expected to. So when he was asked to duel an off-worlder for this Life Day, he did so out of honor, obligation, duty, and after arranging for a friend to bet fifty acorns on him. Credits were worthless to Wookies, acorns were the only accepted currency here. It was an insane currency prone to many fluctuations, their economy crashed every year when the new seeds fell. It was stupid chaos, but Wookies could rip your limbs off so no one was brave enough to tell them.

Standing in the ring now, Big waited for the approach of his foe. Furry fists of fury up and ready to duke it out, his opponent would no doubt be intimidated if not downright pissing themselves. For Big wasn't like any other Wookie, she was different, special. He did the jobs only a Wookie like him could do like search under stumps for grubs, hide and wait for rabbits, and dust under low benches. If anything Big's foe would be at least slightly perplexed at the sight of Big.

Because Big was 3'6''

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Grik Volic]

Barabel never laughed, they hardly smiled, less so for one corrupted by the dark side, but a grin crept across Grik's face as what appeared to be a mildly overgrown Ewok stood before him on the arena. Grik had forgone all his armor, wearing only a pair of ripped cloth trousers, held to by a rope belt. His scaly 7'3" frame cast a 20-plus foot shadow, almost completely shrouding the Wookiee in shade.

His thick tail slithered about behind him in excitement for the fight to come.

 

[The Storyteller]

What a stupid looking fat lizard. Big wasn't scared. Napoleon didn't exist yet so he had no idea what that kind of complex was. Completely naked aside from his fur and clothes, the ornery Wookie may not be tall, but he could get uppity. Growling and thrashing at the grinning jack wagon, Big prepared to jack his wagon.

Jumping back and forth and scratching about the Wookie waited for the bell to ring. As soon as it did he thrust forward like a bat out of hell. Jumping surprisingly high with a mighty Wookie kick, Big prepared to launch all 89 lbs of himself at the towering brute. Claws extended he was going to topple this goon and wipe the smile off his dumb scaly face.

"SCAFAEASDGHFRESDFSEGGFSFSD" he shouted which was Shyriwook for "SCAFAEASDGHFRESDFSEGGFSFSD"

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Grik Volic]

The grin only curled upward, as the small furry bastard in front of him got visibly angry at him. Shouting something in Shyriwook, before lunging at the Barabel, prompting Grik to step left, and swipe his arm upward, aiming to flip the Wookiee in mid-air, end over end, before he twisted his hips, swinging his tail that weighed half the weight of the Wookiee, like a cudgel toward his mid-section, as he flew through the air, toward where Grik once stood, his momentum committed forward for the jump-kick he'd performed.

 

[The Storyteller]

This small foot was about to get a big foot up his keister. Seeing the big one step to the left and try and swipe him off balance, Big smiled. He'd been fighting big lugs like this for a century, this was the oldest trick in the book. Committed to his momentum the Wookie saw the arm swiping up. Claws out the furry beast latched onto the arm and held on for dear life.

Thrashed about as the lizard planned some sort of kick, Big didn't hesitate to begin crawling up the tree-like arm. As he headed upward, clawed hands digging in with equally sharp feet, Big began to bite and scratch with every inch. As they said, it wasn't the size of the dog in the fight but the size of the fight in the dog.

Also what's a dog?

@Gian Greydragon

 

[Grik Volic]

Grik quickly used his free arm to grip the knape of Big's neck, digging claws into his skin as he did so before ripping him away from his arm, taking a few loose scales away, in the Wookiee's maw. Instead of throwing him, Grik dropped him from shoulder height, and drove five clawed phalanges forward as he fell back to the ground, aiming toward his opponents gut.

 

[Grik Volic]

Grik's claws met Big's stomach with the full weight of the Barabel behind them, piercing skin and bone. The blunt force of the strike knocked the small Wookiee upwards into the air, before he pivoted and smacked the half-dead wookiee into the stands, with his tail wounded severely, and would need serious medical attention quickly. Grik turned to the judges and shrugged. Reluctantly, he was named winner, as he snarled at the nearby Wookiees, as if to say 'You're next." Grik cleared the way for the next fighters, and awaited his prize, while the medics carted Big off to a treehut infirmary.