[center][i]"I know who you're looking for."[/i][/center]

Mar turned around at that, he ignored the tug of Tanyas arm. Gurak had to be playing some kind of game, that's all it was. To get some kind of rematch going or some good old [i]NL[/i] matches. While most fights in the Pit were done with fists or other extremities there was the odd occasion when weapons of the non-lethal variety would be allowed. That's what he had made a name for himself in and apparently since then there had been few fights of that variety. After all a lot of the participants were trying to use their skills to amass legions of fans, largely for sexual interests, or make their way into a gang and didn't want anything that could put them out of the ring for a while. He was sure however there would still be grudge matches that went on in that ring, not that he cared. He was out of that scene now and Guraks little trick wasn't going to get him back into it.

"I'm sure you don't Gurak." Mar began to turn away again, ignoring Tanyas protests as she was obviously buying whatever Gurak was selling. He wasn't buying it though, there had to be a hidden agenda somewhere.

Before he could get out however Tanya spoke out. "What've you got?" Mar sighed, lowering his head. It would be really good if one day of her life she'd listen to what he wasn't saying. Though he supposed she was going to be as stubborn as possible with being an ex-Jedi and a Mandalorian those two life sets pretty much made her as stubborn as she was. 

"I know you're a-aa-fter one of the glowing blades. Folks around here are ca-aa-ling him the Sorceror, say he can do things with just his mind. Word he even works for the Hutt! If he's real, and with the fa-aa-ct you're after him makes me think he is." Tanya looked at Mar with those pleading eyes and he resigned himself to what was going to happen. Gurak was going to ask Mar to fight, and Tanya was going to get Mar to fight for whatever sliver of information Gurak thought he had, though that didn't mean Mar was going to just go and play along. No, he had another idea.

"Okay, so I presume you'll want me to fight for information?" Gurak nodded. "Okay, on one condition."

"Na-aa-me it."

"I want to fight you, first, and Tanya gets to work at the bar." Gurak looked between the two of them. Then nodded.

"I find the terms, a-aa-cceptable."

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Mar was standing at the edge of the ring, armour off. He had the shirt and shoes off, the shirt off was more for trying to keep some of the female viewers interested and the shoes was to stop someone wearing extra heavy boots when in the arena. He still hated the feeling of the blasted sand in the arena. He hated sand full stop but usually he didn't need to walk in it with his bare feet. Usually he had his armour on and didn't even need to think about it. Now he would be fighting in it, and if his last fight with Gurak was any indication it was going to be a dirty fight. He already knew the weapon Gurak would have chosen, electrostaff. There wasn't that many choices to chose from regarding non-lethal weapons anyway, but that was always his favourite in the arena back in the old days.

He himself stuck with his whip, it had a sting, good reach and was a weapon he was used too. He wasn't going to go with an unfamiliar weapon when he could easily work with something recognisable and he had used for years, the hilt of the weapon itself over the years had been modified to fit his hand perfectly. He heard the booming voice of some being out of sight come throughout the location. 

"Laaadies and Gentlemen! Gentlebeings of all ages, if you will direct your attention to the main ring we have a [i]special[/i] event for you this evening! Introducing the owner of our fine establishing Guuuraaak!" There was a cheet as Gurak entered the ring, with the door closed Mar couldn't see the Gotal enter the ring. Though he could faintly hear him shouting something. Then the voice came on again. "AND! After [i]teeeeeen[/i] yeeears! Making his proud return, the proud Mandaloriannnnnnn! Maaaaar DEEEEEEN!!!"

He ignored the applause as the door infront of him opened, the lights momentarily blinding him as he walked into the arena. Though when his eyes finally focused they didn't lie on Gurak, but what he held in his hand. He had a vibrosword, apparently non-lethal matches were a thing of the past.

"[i]Ne shab'rud'ni hut'tuun[/i]"

Gurak smiled. "Things have cha-aa-nged old friend. You can't back out now."