stuck_mynock | OOM: Atton and Fett.

OOM: Atton and Fett.

The ring on Atton's ship looks like it's undergone a renovation of sorts - though the faint smell of ozone in the air suggests this was probably not out of choice on Atton's part. Atton leads Fett in.

"So, what should we set the prize money at this time?" Atton asks, fiddling about with a console by the lockers. "My opening bid is twenty-five thousand credits."

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Atton takes the punches at first, leaving him with a very bloody face, very quickly. Soon enough, though, he raises a leg and throws a hard kick at Fett's gut.

And Atton's kick finds its mark dead on, causing Fett to double over, landing on top of Atton, air knocked out of his lungs.

Atton rolls them around so that he's atop Fett, settling a knee on his chest and throwing punches at his face.

Fett growls a bit at the oh-so-familiar position...

You do enjoy being on top, don't you?

...and concentrates on fending off blows before attempting a chop at Atton's knee to try and get Atton off his chest.

If Atton could hear Fett's train of thought, he'd be responding with: You're just so good at being on the bottom.

The chop eases up the pressure on his chest, though.

Fett tries to back out of Atton's pin as the pressure lets up on his chest, but his maneuverability is obviously limited...even another chop to the knee won't necessarily fix this, and his face is getting sore from the punches to boot.

No pun intended.

No, seriously.

The other chop eases up the pressure enough that Fett can back out, leaving Atton punching at the ground for a second before he realises what's happening.

Fett grabs for Atton's arm to pull him down, hoping to get back up. At least then, they'll be back to fighting on even terms.

Atton goes down long enough for Fett to get back up, and then he's back on his feet, circling Fett (not without a little bit of a swagger).

Fett is quickly circling Atton as well...actually, they're probably both circling a point in between them. That's what a physicist would say, anyway...

Fett closes slightly, taking two light jabs as feints followed by a hard left, aimed just to the side of Atton's head, and a hard right where he expects Atton will move his head.

He's met with stunning success. The hard left hits, knocking Atton straight into the hard right.

He stumbles, dazed and woozy and with his swagger entirely gone.

Fett jabs at Atton again, glad to have the upper hand for now. His next 'actual' punch, though, heads in at Atton's gut a few swings later.

Atton doubles over, one hand instinctively going to Fett's shoulder to keep himself up.

Fett grabs Atton's hand, attempting to reel the other man in. As he does so, his knee follows an ever-so-predictable path towards Atton's midsection.

Atton grunts,the wind flying out of him as he crumples.

And Fett throws Atton to one side, letting the other man hit the ground as he spins around, putting a foot on one of Atton's legs to hold him for a moment.

Atton struggles, trying to wrench his leg free.

Fett reaches over and grabs the leg he has held in place, picking it (and the other leg, if he can grab it as well) to get Atton as close to upside down as he can.

Atton growls as Fett gets him upside down, moving his hands to support himself in a handstand.

And Fett kicks at Atton's face before dropping him.

Yeah, he's having a bit of fun.

Atton grunts, falling onto his front, bleeding from his mouth and nose.

"Giving up yet?" Fett asks as he kicks Atton in the side.

Atton grunts, rolling onto his back and starting to pull himself up. "Nah."

Fett kicks Atton again as he's getting up, trying to prevent the latter from being able to get back at him.

With an 'oomf', Atton goes tumbling down onto his back.

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