Abadeer walked into the circle, screaming and yelling all around him in the native Togruti tongue. He was bare chested, with additional white designs painted on to his body to compliment the natural beautiful weave of markings on him. The crowd chanted him on, to fight his opponent, and to win at any costs. Only one would have victory this day! Abadeer was young, but he was also strong. One of the strongest in his clan already. His strength came from being quick, being able to outmaneuver most of his opponents. And he was able to analyze his opponents, and create a strategy quickly.

Across the way came his opponent, a burly Togruta. His name was Stanoor. He was strong, and had defeated many Togruta in the ring. He was a crowd favorite and now they were cheering for him. Abadeer would not allow this, they would only remember his name after this day. He would not be bested by some muscle headed idiot.

Taasii ran at the opposing Togruta. Both fighters were already exhausted, they had both been fighting most of the last two days against various opponents. Taasii drew his combat knife, a sharpened claw from one of the native Akul. He lunged forward at the taller warrior, who dodged out of the way, retrieving his own knife from it’s sheath. The two combatants began to circle one another. Neither would give ground, but neither would they let themselves be hit by the other.

They exchanged attacks, both with their weapons and with their fists. Only nonlethal hits were landed on the each other, but the cumulative wounds were beginning to take their tole. Abadeer attempted a desperate move, and threw his blade at Stanoor, but the attack was blocked. Taking the initiative, Stanoor rushed with a heavy overhead swing, and tried to finish it with one blow. Abadeer launched a fist out at his opponent’s arm, connecting with the fleshy underside. This blocked the blow effectively, and caused the larger Togruta to drop his weapon.

Abadeer did not let his attacks cease, and launched in to a flurry of blows at his opponent, not giving an inch. He punched, kicked, and bit, anything to gain an advantage. He’d pushed his opponent back, Stanoor was stumbling back trying to regain his footing. Abadeer would not allow him the curtesy. Taasii launched at his opponent, catching him around the waist, knocking him off balance, and taking him to the ground. Abadeer had his opponent pinned and began beating him, giving everything he had. Slowly a force came over Abadeer, a power that was not his own. Red tinted his vision, and he could feel his blows beginning to come faster, hit harder.

Taasii punched and elbowed, his opponent’s guard meant nothing, so he did not notice when the Togruta’s arms fell limp to the ground. Abadeer had been overtaken by rage, pure and simple. He didn’t even remember what he was doing til he’d been pulled off the man. The blue Togruta was dead, not purposeful, but incredibly meaningful. This was the first time he’d killed someone, and it would not be the last. This was only the first taste, that would take Abadeer Taasii on a journey for years, before his thirst for blood was ever satisfied.