"And coming out of the West Gate is the Mandalorian Lepi Kyp of Clan Vizsla!"
Kyp stood in the sand of the arena as he let the roar of the crowd wash over him. How things had changed. He very distinctly remembered growing up as a street urchin on the mean streets of Coachelle Prime and how people had walked over him like he was trashed. When he'd been taken in as a foundling, the other Mandalorians of Clan Vizsla had mercilessly mocked him for his lanky appearance and foreign status. And now, here he stood in one of the greatest arenas the Sith had surrounded by people chanting his name. This long-eared Mando had certainly come far.
Not that he particularly cared about the Sith, or the Jedi really. He'd worked with both of them before and seen both of them in action and, admittedly, they were impressive but Kyp hadn't come here just to be praised by the Sith. No, he'd come here to spread the prestige of the name Vizsla out there and to further cement his own burgeoning reputation in the mercenary world.
So, here he was against an absolute beast of a human that was about half a foot taller than Kyp and almost twice as heavy. An array of weapons was at this man's side but, from what Kyp's keen eyes could see, none of them were blasters. While it would have been a relatively straightforward matter to just shoot the man, Kyp wanted to give the crowd a bit of a show. After all, they came here for a fight and so did he.
"You know what? Let's make this fair to start!" Kyp shouted to Hrothgar, strapping his rifle across his chest over his shoulder to show that his blaster would not be used this round. Then he put up his fists, his long, lanky arms providing plenty of distance, and started advancing towards Hrothgar's in a boxer's traditional stance. Kyp was a marksman at heart but for one who had grown up Mandalorian and loved street brawls, boxing was something the Lepi was intimately familiar with. No one could say he was a good wrestler but his fists? Speedy, strong and linked to a functioning brain - it was everything a fighter could hope for.
@Rhogar
Kyp stood in the sand of the arena as he let the roar of the crowd wash over him. How things had changed. He very distinctly remembered growing up as a street urchin on the mean streets of Coachelle Prime and how people had walked over him like he was trashed. When he'd been taken in as a foundling, the other Mandalorians of Clan Vizsla had mercilessly mocked him for his lanky appearance and foreign status. And now, here he stood in one of the greatest arenas the Sith had surrounded by people chanting his name. This long-eared Mando had certainly come far.
Not that he particularly cared about the Sith, or the Jedi really. He'd worked with both of them before and seen both of them in action and, admittedly, they were impressive but Kyp hadn't come here just to be praised by the Sith. No, he'd come here to spread the prestige of the name Vizsla out there and to further cement his own burgeoning reputation in the mercenary world.
So, here he was against an absolute beast of a human that was about half a foot taller than Kyp and almost twice as heavy. An array of weapons was at this man's side but, from what Kyp's keen eyes could see, none of them were blasters. While it would have been a relatively straightforward matter to just shoot the man, Kyp wanted to give the crowd a bit of a show. After all, they came here for a fight and so did he.
"You know what? Let's make this fair to start!" Kyp shouted to Hrothgar, strapping his rifle across his chest over his shoulder to show that his blaster would not be used this round. Then he put up his fists, his long, lanky arms providing plenty of distance, and started advancing towards Hrothgar's in a boxer's traditional stance. Kyp was a marksman at heart but for one who had grown up Mandalorian and loved street brawls, boxing was something the Lepi was intimately familiar with. No one could say he was a good wrestler but his fists? Speedy, strong and linked to a functioning brain - it was everything a fighter could hope for.
@Rhogar