stuck_mynock | OOM: Atton and Fett.

Atton does see it coming, and blocks, before moving in with a punch at Fett's gut.

That punch connects, which probably results in both guys wincing to varying degrees as the fight continues: Atton gets a reprieve as he knocks the wind out of Fett, but Fett is back in the mix soon enough, putting Atton through as much pain as possible with those feints.

Bastard.

Again, Atton doesn't say it. He just keeps dodging left when he has to, grimacing and stumbling more each time.

Which Fett is content to keep taking advantage of for a couple of moments. Still...where's the fun in simply wearing your opponent out if you can be a bit more spectacular? Fett aims again for the cracked rib...but this time, he doesn't give off a warning like he did the last time: He just comes in hard and fast.

Without the warning, Atton doesn't block in time.

The punch hits Atton's side and he practically howls in pain, grabbing the ropes for support as his legs buckle.

A howl of pain is not, however, a concession...it is merely an opening. Atton might notice a nice upcut coming in a moment later.

The ropes don't offer much in the way of give, so the upcut sends Atton's head snapping back before he slumps forward again, steadying his legs and trying to push off from the ropes and throw a punch at Fett's eye.

Fett dodges the punch easily, but misjudges the angle, meaning that Atton still manages to clip the side of his face. Another punch is promptly incoming, this time generically at Atton's gut.

When you're as battered as Atton is, a punch to the gut, while expected, is still pretty devastating.

Atton doubles over as the wind is knocked out of him, crumpling to his knees.

Atton is neither unconscious (well, yet) nor crying uncle...so after about a second-long pause, Fett throws another punch at the other fighter's chin.

Atton blocks this with his hand, although the impact still pushes him back against the ropes, and throws a punch at Fett's side.

Fett winces as the shot hits him...bending a bit, but not stopping his onslaught as Atton runs out of room to back up. Another punch comes in.

Atton blocks it with his arm, wincing as the hit jars it. He aims a knee up at Fett's gut.

Fett winces and bends over a bit at the (very well-aimed) knee, which he misjudged. Glaring at Atton, he throws another punch aimed at forcing him into a painful dodge.

Atton dodges to the side, face screwing up into a very pronounced wince, stumbling slightly.

Fett takes a moment to force the pain from that kneeing aside, and then offers Atton a very irritated kick to his groin.

Atton, mid-stumble, can't dodge. He groans, crumpling to his hands and knees, eyes watering.

That's Fett's cue to throw a punch at Atton's chin to try and end this round.

The punch puts Atton flat on his back.

But it's Atton, and he's stubborn, so he still tries to get up.

Fett actually rolls his eyes at the attempt. He should've known it was coming, but...here it is. Atton's side gets a firm kick.

"C'mon, let it go so you can take a better shot next round."

"Fine," Atton grumbles weakly. "I yield."

He starts to heal himself.

Fett backs off as soon as Atton yields. "I'll even let you have the first shot. That was too easy."

Really, it was...but it was all that opening move that started things off badly for Atton.

"You got lucky," Atton said, getting to his feet. "But I understand you have to make yourself feel big and manly somehow."

Fett laughs at that. "Right. You slipped up, Jedi. Don't worry, it happens to the best of us."

Atton nods solemnly.

"That's probably how your parents justified you," he says gravely, "I mean, I'm just speculatin', man."

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