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[Rezyl Azzir]

Rezyl breath was short, his face bruised, his lip cut, he brought his fist in front of his face ready for next round, he let his opponent throw the first punch, blocking it only for his other hand to hit a gut punch againest Rezyl and before he could recover a haymaker hit across the face sending him spinning into his corner where his droid was watching with a towel in its claws.

"You really should look out for his other three hands" it chirped at him as he picked the towel.

"Oh really, I hadn't noticed" responded sarcastically whipping his face to remove the blood and the sweat. "I just have to survive to the end of this round and then we get are credits."

Rezyl had been stuck on the wheel for some couple of weeks now, bounty hunting wasn't exactly a legal thing on the wheel with their security. so he had found alternative means of making credits, bare-knuckle boxing in the lower ring, security didn't really patrol it, so it was the seedy part of the wheel where the law was the one you made around you.

He had been doing this to survive, mostly getting the Kark kicked out of him, but it paid enough for him to save money to eventual buy passage on a ship off the station or at least that's he told himself.

Turning around he immediately threw a punch, this time he was going on the offensive. it connected to the Besalisk's face, he didn't seem impressed and grabbed Rezyl's arm, he went in with his other fist only to be grabbed like his other arm. Well Kark, he thought to himself as the Besalisk pick with all his arm and threw him into the barrier that separated them from the crowd, Reezyl felt something pop in his back when he made contact with it.

The Besalisk approached him, picking him up by his head, as he wound up for a punch, but before he could release it the bell the rang and Rezyl smiled, he did it even if just barely. Now he could leave this Drukhole once and for all.

"lhonu dokoi yae, uba woy mi wa jakola see moulee rah, joppay hatkocanh uba doth maee? camai bacaka bai adtahia uba yoieu bu Druk ceabwhoma doi uba."

"Hopefully never, I'm getting off this piece of scrap metal as soon as possible," Rezyl said snatching the credits out of his hand and started gathering his things, collecting his holster holding his blaster with its Mandalorian stylings, put his shirt and armour on.

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[Hauron Solus]

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BDT-0978, that sure was a mouthful. It was no surprise everyone just called the space station "the Wheel", Hauron Solus included. The space station was at the edge of Imperial space and for now was independent. It was as lawless as any outer rim world the Mikkian had visited so he remained cautious throughout his time there.

He was not much of a gambler though he certainly took risks. Maybe that was because he never had many credits, just his skills and life to put on the line. Hauron had come to meet with an info broker who wanted to meet while watching some bloodsport. Everyone had their preferences and Hauron was not in a position to argue. But he was glad they had not asked to have a meeting in a sauna.

With the fight concluded, Hauron had the information he wanted. But the Solus Forge Master had taken an interest in the somewhat one-sided fight. He found himself rooting for the human taking a pounding from the Besalisk. There was something in the teenager's eyes that reminded the Mikkian of himself. But the young man was either a novice, distracted, or getting paid to throw the fight.

As people got a fresh round of drinks they also collected their winnings. Hauron stood with his arms crossed nearby the fighting ring and his helmet tilted to one side. "Never fought more than one person before?" He asked the stranger out of the blue. His T visor tilted downward and then back up, visibly looking them up and down. It was actually the stranger's sidearm that caught his eye. "Nice iron." His chin jutted in the direction of the weapon, recognizing the mandalorian icongraphy. "Where'd you get it?"

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[Rezyl Azzir]

Rezyl hadn't noticed the Mandalorian amongst patrons during his fight, not that he had to the time to, not that it would of changed anything. He didn't acknowledge the mando has he collected his things though his body language changed, it was tense, defensive whether he noticed this himself the mando wouldn't be able to tell.

Rezyl was in the middle of shimming his jaw from side to side making sure it was properly aligned as the mando spoke. Rezyl spat out some blood onto the floor before answering a question. "the goal was to survive, not win." he replied curtly turning away from the mando, his droid silently hovering past his shoulder watching the mando through its red ocular lens.

At the mention of the blaster, he froze, he knew he probably had to answer this correctly, or it could get ugly. his eyes went down to his piece, he closed them for a brief second before turning back around to face the mando. "You could say i inherited, what's it to you?"

His hand were resting on his belt a good few inches above the low hanging holster. a enought distance that he could draw if he needed to.

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[Hauron Solus]

The younger man did not answer Hauron's question and instead gave an excuse for his performance. "Well you did that." He gave the boxer credit. Most people could have done far worse and Rezyl did better than most. "Next time if you feel like winning and not just surviving, practice fighting two people at once." It was advice and unrequested but given none-the-less.

Hauron's arms dropped from being crossed to hang at his sides in a somewhat casual manner. "Hm" The badger murmured contemplatively for a moment, letting the answer hang in the air. Asking questions tended to give its own answer in return. "I appreciate a good weapon." His tone was non-aggressive just as it was not accusing. He was satisfied with what the boxer had said so far and did not push it further.

The Mikkian had crossed paths with his fair share of gunslingers. His old man had taught him the finer points of marksman ship as well as the warning signs of a shootout kicking off. In his experience Hauron felt perfectly capable of beating the boxer to the draw and at the same time felt no need to exhibit his skill. It would only lead to a dead stranger and a missed opportunity along with a big headache. Instead he chose to deescalate the situation. His head nodded in the direction of the exit. "You look like you could use a drink. I'll buy the first round." He turned and began walking in the direction of a place with better booze than what the underground boxing ring had to offer.

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