[center][i]"Things have cha-aa-nged old friend. You can't back out now."[/i][/center]

"You were always a slimy little-" Mar started, only to be cut off. Seems like Gurak was as rude as he was unhonourable.

"Let's ma-aa-ke things interesting, shall we?" Gurak pointed the tip of his sword at Mar. "Should you win, you get the Pit-" As if Mar wanted the Pit. It'd be a good steady source of income sure, and a good well of information, and he could keep people off the streets hurting inn- okay he kind of wanted the Pit. For what little good he could make it do at least, though he hadn't heard the counter offer yet. "-should I win I get your ship." Okay there it was, the [i]Nighfury[/i]. She was fast, agile and deadly enough to get the job done. Big enough to carry a reasonable haul of cargo if necessary and best of all still had some old military codes from the Clone Wars aboard which proved handy when dealing with Imperials who still kept a lot of the old protocol. Though as per usual Gurak had an extra card up his sleeve. The slimy cheating - "Oh, did I forget? If you win you also get your da-aa-ughter back." 

That was the breaking point for Mar. "Filthy Hut'uun. You don't [i]own[/i] her."

Gurak merely raised his finger at that. "A-aa-ctually I do. You told me to give her a job here. By thirty-thirty sta-aa-ndards that means she is mine. Ma-aa-ybe I'll see what she can do to keep some of my more wealthy customers sa-aa-tisfied." That was the breaking point for Mar, there were no more words to be said to the Gotal. He didn't know how much of that anyone had heard, obviously the audience wouldn't know who Tanya was nor likely care but he was kind of hoping that she had heard the back and forth enough to put up a fight and get out of there. Or to hand him a blaster.

That would have to wait however, he let the line of the whip drop and hit the activation stud ont he handle as the whole whip lit up in a green glow. Occasionally electricity would spark and crackle jumping onto broken bits of metal in the ring. He swung his right arm above and round his head, the whip casting a long arc before smacking it down beside the Gotal, who didn't even bother to block but instead rolled the other way. As soon as he began running towards Mar he was already pulling the whip back and around, turning on his left leg he spun himself in the sand, the whip following his turn almost lazily as he lowered it to waist height. Gurak twisted his blade to block it, the impact between the two caused the whip to go taught, but rather than the whip wrapping around and hitting Gurak the Gotal twisted as he pushed the blade further from himself. 

Several small arcs of electricity jumped onto the gotals fur, burning it slightly. Had the smell been discernable over that of the stale blood that constantly lingered in this place Mar may have enjoyed the fight a little bit more. As it was he would just have to be content with seeing the act. He pulled his right arm pulling the whip back around, de-activating it as he did so. He wrapped it as quickly as he possibly could and clipped it back onto his belt before running at Gurak. It was an uncommon tactic to say the least but this wasn't a show anymore. This was the literal definition of a grudge match.

He looked up as he drew his blade again and there was a brief moment of surprise in his eyes as Mar was running him down, he went for a vertical slash but using the loose composition of the sand Mar kicked his feet out and slid below the blade. Had his nose been any bigger he would have lost part of it. On his way past however he grabbed one of the Gotals legs pulling him over. They both managed to return to their feet at the same time. He'd have to play this carefully, had he been able to keep any part of his armour right know he would have chosen his bracers. That way he could easily have blocked the Sword. As it was he'd have to rely on dodging the blade rather than blocking it. Unless he felt like loosing a limb.

He dove at the Gotal, side stepping as the blade came around again. He felt a slight sting as the blade cut a thin line across his stomach, still. It wasn't as if he didn't have enough scars, and the blade hadn't pierced deeply enough to cause any major damage - either that or he had more adrenaline pumping around his system than he previously thought. He let the swing past, Gurak pulling his arm and blade back in close for another attack. Though before he did Mar grabbed the arm, and twisted. Trying to cause enough pain so that the Gotals pain reflext would cut in and he'd open his hand dropping the sword. His right hand still holding onto Guraks arm he spun himself around till his back was against the front of his opponent, jabbing his left elbow into his side.

Then shaking the gotals arm the blade was finally dropped, pulling Guraks arm over his shoulder he then gave it a yank, before letting go mid ark casting the smaller (but no less heavy) being over his shoulder. He then grabbed the handle of the Vibrosword when the idea struck him. He found a sword for Tanya.

That said he walked over to his downed opponent and held the blade to his throat. By this point the Pit was as quiet as he had ever known it to be. He nodded at the announcer booth as the music was cut throughout the establishment.

He still raised his voice. "This slimy, no good little... Well. You know what he is. Promised me that if I won I gained control of this establishment, to anyone who is thinking about jumping my daughter to get it back into this Gotals hands. I wouldn't recommend it, I think I've just proven I don't need a weapon to take someone down and if you take her I'm coming after you with everything I've got. While I'm at it, there's going to be a new rule here. If you want a fight, you do it in the pit. This thing sits empty enough of the time outside of the set matches anyway, so if you've got a problem with someone you bring it down here out of the way. If you decided to have it outside of this arena you'll be fighting me." He slammed the blade down, straight into the elbow of the Gotal, right between the joint.

Gurak screamed as blood leaked from the wound, likely that arm would be lost now. Usually Mar wouldn't have resorted to such measures, but he had to prove a point here and now that nobody threatened his daughter. [i]No-one[/i]. The cheers in the room just proved how much of a blood thirsty lot the crowd was. "Get Doc down here to clean that mess." With that he turned to walk out the Arena, looking down at and patting the wound on his stomach. He had been right, it wasn't too deep. Though before meeting up with Tanya he'd need to get it cleaned and sterilized. The last thing he needed was a karking infection.

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Tanya hadn't watched the exchange. She'd been behind the bar the whole time, a tone point she thought she saw someone she recognized but byt he time she had managed to navigate her way to him he had already been given a drink and had moved off to join a Twi'lek girl. As long as he enjoyed himself she supposed, she was here to serve after all. She would have proferred it if she had managed to stay behind the bar, she knew how to make the best Gungan Nutbuster after all, but of course being the newbie and being [i]female[/i] she was sent out with the tray of drinks to hand around between various customers. Not only did she have to navigate past the drunkyards stumbling all over the place and seeming to constantly be in her way but there were the hoots and cheers that followed her too.

The worst thing, they wouldn't even have cared if they knew she was only seventeen.

She finally made her way to the table at which the Twi'lek and familiar face had been at, but familiar face wasn't sitting there anymore. She placed the drink infront of the Twi'lek anyway. "From the bartender, don't worry. There's no drugs or anything in it, I threw out the one he made and made one myself." She shrugged as she saw the fight between Mar and Gurak. A slight flicker of worry on her face, she hadn't heard the conditions of the fight earlier but the Gotal still had a sword. He was carrying something lethal while Mar wasn't, despite that the stance Mar held was one of confidence. 

"Also, if you don't mind me asking. Who was your friend? I feel like I should know who he is." She was eyeing the Twi'lek girl curiously until the room went quiet and she looked at the arena. Mar had the sword held at Guraks throat. All she could think of was [i]don't do it[/i]. Mar rarely killed, he just hoped that he wouldn't - 

[i]"-to anyone who is thinking about jumping my daughter to get it back into this Gotals hands. I wouldn't recommend it, I think I've just proven I don't need a weapon to take someone down and if you take her I'm coming after you with everything I've got. While I'm at it, there's going to be a new rule here. If you want a fight, you do it in the pit. This thing sits empty enough of the time outside of the set matches anyway, so if you've got a problem with someone you bring it down here out of the way. If you decided to have it outside of this arena you'll be fighting me."[/i]

She felt anger well up inside her, so the filthy Hut'uun had planned to take [i]her[/i]?! Maybe it was best if- No. Killing was never the answer. Though she couldn't help but allow herself a small smile as Mar drove the sword into the Gotals elbow. Then she shook her head clear, everything was conflicting within her. From her two lives what was the right one to follow? The fact that Mar now owned the pit didn't even register. Her internal conflict boiling over, who was she? Really? She loved Mar with all her heart, like the father she never had. That much was an undeniable fact, and in all her heart she wanted to make him proud. Wanted to become a Mandalorian. Part of the clan, part of his people.

Though what about the Jedi? It had been seven years since the Purge. She had struggled [i]so hard[/i] to let that part of her life go but she couldn't. She was raised as a Jedi, that was the path chosen for her at a young age. The will of the [i]Force[/i]. While she had always felt that the [i]Force[/i] had betrayed her somehow, with the fall of the Jedi Order and the Fall of the Republic... That was the reason for this hunt, there was apparently another survivor out there. She wasn't alone, at least that's not what the rumours said. She wasn't quite sure what she would do if she found one... but she had to try.