[center][h2][u]‘The Devil’s Playground’[/u]
Part 4[/h2]
Featuring: [@DJAtomika] &[@fallenreaper][/center]

[indent]Vellios’ smirk couldn’t stop gracing his face, even as he placed his arm through his suit. His arms pulling his head through the top while he listened to Haze going through the same ordeal behind him. Vellios figure shifted about as he leaned against the arena entrance while he watched the asari study Haze’s naked figure, his carapace the only part providing him any modesty as they patted him down. One young asari seemed to take a bit longer than her sisters in examining his rear section and fully felt it out when she lowered to the thighs, finally ending at the calves. 

As she finished, Vellios let out a mischievous chuckle at his partner’s reaction. His own mind was still lingering over his own pat down despite him being fully dressed. At least Salihim was true to his word as they were doing their best to ensure the fights were purely fist fights, preventing any unauthorized items from being brought into the arena. However, Vellios suspected the fight wouldn’t stay like that for very long. Not with the unsavory characters Aleera had chosen to fight or the crowd’s whims. Personally he expected it all to go down hill within seconds at best, a fact he was ready for. 

Aleera seemed to note the asari drawing out the process causing her to address it. “Ithele Aellis, that’s enough. Since you’re so… interested, maybe if he’s fit enough, you can make requests for more… intimidate activities. I’m sure Haze might be open minded to such transactions.”  

Ithele’s face turned rather purplish at Aleera’s blunt suggestion. Sudden she stood upright and her hands withdrew from Haze, her teeth bit her lip in embarrassment at being caught admiring the turian too much. Ithele chanced a glance at Haze’s face to see his reaction to the suggestion Aleera made earlier, just to see if he was interested.  

The gray-carapace turian's expression was passive, but then again he couldn't really emote that much now could he? Naked strip searches were not...high on the agenda. But inside he was trying his best not to be too...interested. The fact that her hands were [i]that[/i] soft (as well as them lingering on his behind) weren't helping.

As the lithe asari finished "patting" him down, he lowered his arms and smiled at Ithele.

[color=dodgerblue]"Maybe later."[/color]

After which he moved out of the search area and went for a bodysuit, just like Vellios.

[color=dodgerblue]"They sure know how to run things around here, huh."[/color]

[color=rosybrown] "Naturally. It's nice to see Salihim actually fall through on his statements."[/color] Vellios stated, his voice still filled by mirth from Haze being felt up by an asari. [color=rosybrown] "Though if I didn't know better, I would've suspected you were enjoying that [i]entirely[/i] far too much. The way she lit up at your maybe, something tells me she's not had many turian one night stands."[/color] 

[color=dodgerblue]"Just...shut up and concentrate on the fight. Spirits..."[/color]

[color=rosybrown] "You better hope I never shut up, else you'll find out how...unpleasant I can be."[/color] He lead the way out toward the arena. Lights fixed and centered upon the two as they appeared, their figures making their way down the stairs into the cage's open door. Already inside were their opponents, the human and turian, stretching and getting ready for the brawl coming up. Heavy metal music played in the background alongside the roaring crowds as Vellios noted various debris scattered along the floor from where things were tossed in. 

Strangely enough, many of the items he took to studying were far too large to fit though the fencing and for a dreadful moment, he knew Salihim and Aleera hadn't been fully honest to him about the crowd being the only ones to toss in extra things.  

[color=dodgerblue]"Well...this is encouraging."[/color]

The debris on the floor surprised him. He'd thought the pit floor would've been spotless. The shit on the floor said otherwise.

This was going to be real bloody real fast.

[color=dodgerblue]"We haven't even seen the other guys yet. Where are they?"[/color]

Vellios noted the blood smear hidden across a chair back as he reached with his foot then kicked it, exposing the results of the last match. [color=rosybrown] "If I had to guess... I think they lost and likely in the clinic as we speak. To be honest, I'm not fully surprised that Salihim lied to me and would've been concerned if he didn't. So... try not to get killed."[/color] 

His eyes looked toward Haze to gauge who he was going to take on and where that left him. The announcer was a simple display board giving intel over the fighters, from their race to their genders as well as odds explaining why there was no booming voice shouting out to the crowd. Aleera had a smug look of cunning from behind the cage, her flaunting figure skimmed over to her seat next to the salarian and gently propped up her feet to enjoy the show. 

[color=rosybrown] "Ready?"[/color] 

[color=dodgerblue]"Ready as I'll ever be."[/color]

Hazan took a spot next to Vellios and rolled his shoulders. This was going to get real dirty real fast.

Sarix smiled then started off agressive. His hand talons aimed at Haze's chest area, his right foot leading. His eyes glistened with exitement over the notion of drawing blood and surprisingly quick for a colony turian. This was enough to cause the crowd to cheer in a riled and excited franzy at the start of the match.  

In his head, he knew the turian would've gone for a simple move. Hazan quickly deflected the straight punch to his chest with his right hand, shifting forward on his toes to step into his opponent's reach. His left hand shot straight out towards Sarix's face, talons curled in to punch his cheek.

Sarix's head twisted to the side, letting the attack brush by and merely graze. It stung on slight impact but it was ignorable. His talon that had been deflected already was coming back around for a slice low at the gut and his left hand was held close to his head. He retreated back a bit, recovering his balance.

Hazan took a single step backward, his right shooting down to parry the sweeping slice to his gut. With the step back, he paused for a second and then stepped straight forward, ramming his shoulder into Sarix's side. His left arm folded against his body while he drove his shoulder into the turian, and once he finished his step forward he jabbed at Sarix's face with his elbow.

Sarix wasn't a novice at fighting unlike Haze's original assumptions. 

His right foot moved to the outside of Haze's instepped one, bring his figure around toward the turian's back and from hitting his side. The blow with the elbow, however, caught the turian off gaurd as he was kicked in the face side. His right talon, wide open and aiming to slash, was already aiming for the lower back after the side step. Now, the aim was lowered just a hair, the impact still painful when it hit. After the elbow made contact, Sarix's feet darted backwards a few steps to shake off the aftermath. His head dizzy with the dirty trick that clipped him. 

Haze hissed as the turian's talons swiped his side. Even though he'd moved away, those sharp claws had glanced against his side. Two slits had opened in the side of his bodysuit, and beneath that two small marks stood out against his gray carapace. The lean turian took a few steps back as well, opening up the space between them. He held his stance, knowing that his opponent was worse off than he. Sarix's was wobbly and unfocused. His advantage.

The gray turian went on the offensive.

He took a swift two steps forward and drove a fist into his chest, a straight arm punch that would've felled a training dummy. He kept his right fist close to his chest, in case Sarix had a trick or two up his sleeve.

Sarix's dizziness slowly cleared but not fast enough when the punch clipped his chest. The turian fell backwards and landed on his back, his head slamming into the concrete floor. Blue blood smeared across the nearest item while he pulled his arms about to help him rise back up on his feet. His eyes glared with fury, the daze starting to fade from his focus and his talons tightened about the peice of metal within his grasp. He then fling it up at Haze before lunging at the turian's lower legs, his arms aiming to wrap about them and bring the younger turian down beneath him. 

The metal rebar shot straight for his face and his arms raised up instinctively to block. The bar bounced off his arms but as he lowered them Sarix struck. The other turian's arms locked right round his waist and the lunge brought him crashing down onto the concrete. With a grunt he tried to right himself even as the bigger turian clung onto his midsection.

Sarix, after latching on, had hooked and managed to bring Haze down. Immediately his legs moved to sit him upright as he made to pin Haze's lower half, his arm pushing the younger turian's chest to the ground while he raised a fist. It came down immediately, aimed at Haze's jaw for a knock out punch.

Hazan raised his arms as the punch shot in, and instead of his face being hit, he diverted the hit to his chest instead. The heavy blow knocked the breath out of him and he saw stars briefly, even as he struggled to get out from underneath Sarix. The punches began to rain in and the gray turian struggled to keep up, his arms raised over his face to get the most protection while he returned punches to Sarix's gut where he could. Several blows went through, copping his face and chest.

Sarix believed he was winning so his gaurd weakened. His punches rapid and more focused on putting his opponent down than saving energy, he was beginning to wear himself out fairly quickly. Haze could likely easily spot the signs from Sarix's heavy breathing to his softening blows, stating the time to act had come. He paused for a moment to rub his digits and return feeling to his numb hand, believing that he had knocked out Haze. His crested head turned to spy how well his partner was doing.  

[color=dodgerblue]"Y-You forgot rule number one."[/color]

With the relaxed Sarix on top of him, Haze made his move. He reached up, grabbed the turian by the shoulders and pulled him downward, meeting him halfway with a hard headbutt, cracking his forehead against Sarix's face. As the bigger turian crumpled over sideways, Hazan got right back up and fell right back down, his right elbow crashing straight into Sarix's gut in a crushing elbow drop.

As Sarix's breath left him, Haze stood back up. In one movement, he drove his heel down on the turian's face.

Sarix was out cold with the final blow. His nose busted in a few places and his eyes blackened by the impact, his figure still. 

Panting, face and chest aching, side stinging, Haze stood over his opponent's still form.

[color=dodgerblue]"Always make sure they're down, bitch."[/color]

Meanwhile, as Haze had been taking on his current partner, Vellios faced the human. The turian fell into a ready position with his legs widened apart and his hands rised upright in front of him. They were open palm and defensive in nature, waiting for the human to start this round off. 

Ex-Alliance marine Jack stood firm. The turian in front of him seemed fairly easy to challenge. Simple stance, on first glance.

He took first strike. The marine charged forward and swung a haymaker for Vellios' face, stance firm and grounded as his left fist swung outward.

When Jack pulled his first back and swung forward, it was surprisingly obvious to Vellios that he was using his hips for a haymaker punch. While easy to spot, the punch would've caused serious damage if it connected with the turian's face or upper body so Vellios' best option was to avoid getting hit. 

His feet shifted to the left, bring his figure to come around to Jack's back when he stepped forward and swung. At the same moment the punch aimed at Vellios' chest, the turian's left hand smacked the upper arm and guided Jack's punching arm past Vellios' shoulder. It went past him, whizzing short of his shoulder which was pulled back to avoid being hit. 

At the same time, his other arm slipped under Jack's arm pit and made to wrap underneath. Vellios' arm made to snake its way up to the neck and grip his other palm, tightening immediately in a hold. Aiming to pin the human's head to his shoulder, this would apply pressure to the marine's artery on the neck and slowly drain the fight out of him when he passed out.    

Jack realised the error of his ways as the slick turian redirected his punch and slipped past his guard. An arm wrapped itself around his armpit and neck and pinned them in place, the pressure making him unable to breathe.

But he fought. With his other arm free, he drove it backwards, elbow aimed for the turian's middle.

Vellios braced, taking the hit in the gut as he shifted. His feet pushed upward and increased his height, causing the punch to hit just barely under his liver. He knew the impact would've left a bruise, the wind escaping his lungs for a moment and loosen his grip for a second. 

[color=rosybrown] "Being a little dirty, aren't you?"[/color] Vellios gasped in amusement rather than irritation, like many of the other fighters would've been. His right foot immediately lifted then attempted to kick in the human's knee in hopes to bring him down to the floor. 

Jack did drop to the floor, but he used his falling momentum to his advantage. His free hand came up to grab the back of Vellios' head and, as he dropped to the floor, he threw his weight forward, bent over and then pulled with all his might. He raised his right shoulder and bodily hefted the lighter turian over himself as he fell to a knee, using his right arm to slam Vellios to the floor.

Vellios' manibles jerked in surprised, his body tossed forward while he tried to fall correctly. His head tucked to protect it as his grip loosen from Jack's neck, his mind faintly considering snapping it, and raised to provide a cushion between his head side and the floor. The moment he hit, Vellios rolled to the side in order to gain some distance from Jack as he twisted to rise to his feet quickly. Thanks to the arm, despite the pain it caused, he had prevented his head from being too damaged and impairing his focus. Though he wondered how well the bones actually faired in the move over all. 

Jack gasped for breath as the turian finally let go of him and rose to his feet as his opponent rolled away. Adopting a more traditional boxing stance, the marine moved in closer to take advantage of the move. As the turian stood he threw a quick one-two punch aimed at his chest, left and then right fists shooting out to attack.

Vellios did the first thing that came to his instinct. Duck. He dropped to one knee the moment he spotted the punch then performed an upper cut into the man's liver, his torso exposed for the turian in his vunerable position. His fist retracted the moment it hit, then followed up with another in the same spot in hopes to bring the human to his knees. 

Jack's breath exploded out of his chest the moment he felt the punch drive into his gut. The second dropped him to his knees, his body wracked with pain. Weakly he tried to grab onto the black turian's shoulders to swing a punch at his face.

The turian wasn't about to allow Jack a easy grip. Currently they seemed about the same size, their heads lined up fairly evenly. Feeling the marine weakly grip his shoulder, Vellios' arm on the same side latched onto Jack's outstretched arm while his hand gripped the bicep tightly. He immediately jerked the man's side to the left suddenly when Jack let go, aiming to toss off his punch's accuracy. 

 Vellios' head tucked into his chest and leaned his upper torso down following his jerk, avoiding getting hit directly in the face. While it wasn't good to get hit in the head at all, some parts were much harder than others and could prevent him from suffering extreme pain or becoming daze. After all, he was one of the stupid types that tried to win a krogan headbutting contest once. He didn't win, but he didn't go down quickly.

In reaction to the pain when the punch hit the side of his crest, Vellios put extra amount of force behind his jerk and then tossed a jab at Jack's face. [color=rosybrown] "I like to leave my face intact, thank you."[/color] 

The jerking movement to his left made him sprawl flat on the floor, the jab to the face right after sending stars into his eyes. Dazed and wrought with pain, he had little options left. 

Vellios made one last punch as he hit the sweet spot, knocking the human out for the count. While his opponent lay there breathing, the turian rose and turned his head to spot Haze wrapping up his own fight. Breathing heavily, his ears caught the crowds' roar over the arena as he wondered for a moment how they failed to hear it within the waiting room and gingerly got to his feet. His eyes checked over his figure to spy the over all damage before he addressed Haze. 

[color=rosybrown]"Having fun?"[/color] His mandibles smirked and twitched in humor.  

[color=dodgerblue]"Fun doesn't begin to cover it."[/color] Haze grinned back and chuckled as he stretched. His opponent laid on the floor, out cold. The roar of the crowd around him filtered through, building adrenaline in him. He was raring for the last fight. And if they came out of it on top, they'd walk away richer by a lot. The clinic he'd intended to head to would appreciate the business.

Aleera waved to them from within the exit hallway.

"Back to your waiting room! You have a break before the final match!"

Hazan turned to Vellios and motioned towards the exit.

[color=dodgerblue]"C'mon Vel, let's go. One more and we're golden."[/color]

[color=rosybrown] "Don't get a head of yourself as we've yet to meet the winners of the last match." [/color] He answered and followed Haze, returning to the waiting room.[/indent]