Ensign Miaxdiso Avoi - When Two Tribes Go to War
Doz Finch
((Arehl Underground, Emarni Lake, Andoria))
Miaxdiso, Xandria and Torvi had found themselves in a sprawling, grotty and greasy underground fight club, surrounded by yelling spectators, anthemic blaring music, the stench of blood, meaty foods and alcohol, bathed under the pearlescent beams of gyrating lights reflecting off of a frozen cage dangling before them. And it was despicable, unfathomable…and absolutely thrilling.blaring music
Andorian Bookie: Right you are ladies, ::He said with the air of skeeze that made Torvi shudder slightly. He clicked his fingers to the bartender and put up 2 fingers in the air, followed by another gesture of shaking:: Coming right up.
Avoi: You’re both betting on white!? Well, if you insist, but frankly I don’t think the odds are in his favour.
Cain: Well, someone has to bet on the underdogs, right?
Torvi clapped her hands together, clearly chilled to the bone, and looked over at them with enthusiasm pouring out of every pore and feature.
Ylvor: Ale should warm us up! And some less than legal blood sport..
Avoi: I do hope no one actually dies!
On that, a gong echoed throughout the chamber marking the beginning of the fight, causing her to gasp loudly, and hands everywhere launched into the air along the hymn of several drunken Andorians roused by their chances of witnessing a spectacle of a fight, and the potentiality of their winning a bet.
Suddenly, each fighter dived towards the other, and it was White who felt the first strike first.
Announcer: First b-b-b-blood!
Ylvor: Oh C'mon!
Xandria booed and Ylvor laughed at that.
Avoi: Now there’s a man who knows how to use his hands!
Cain: Oh, that’s just one! The fight’s barely begun!
Ylvor: 4 or 5 more cuts to go, depending on your betting preference.
Avoi: Surely not!
Recoiling, then recovering, White’s antennas twitched ready for the next round. And he did, with revenge bubbling in his blood; he launched forward, pulled a feint to the right, swung himself to the left, and with a flourish his weapon found its target, slashing harshly across Red’s thigh. An instant screech followed, followed by a dinging sound and the roar of the crowd, all of it very overwhelming indeed.
Torvi leapt to her feet to celebrate White’s first victory, but was rather alone in her celebrations.
Announcer: One All!
Ylvor: Yeah! Wooo
Avoi: Oh sit down, Torvi! You’ll end up getting yourself killed. And besides, I wouldn’t celebrate too early. Your man was just very lucky. Red has this in the bag!
Cain: Response
As the two opponents took a moment to gather themselves, an Andorian woman appeared with the trio’s drinks, with sparkling azure eyes, blunt and white shoulder length hair, and tattoos that covered much of her exposed skin. Speaking in a husky and yet sophisticated voice, she handed them their chosen poisons.
Serel: Is this your first time here?
Avoi: ::Looking at the other two, she grinned:: Is it that obvious?
Cain/Ylvor: Response
Serel: I’m Serel.
A faint smirk was there, as the woman stood in front of the cage, blocking Miaxdiso’s view. Between sips of her cocktail, she frustratedly tried to look around the woman to see what was going on in the cage behind her, occasionally letting out huffs of impatience.
Avoi: Miaxdiso. ::Elegantly holding out her hand to shake::
Cain/Ylvor: Response
Serel: I work at the bar, I mean…you already know that. But I’m also a tattooist in my spare time. Depending on how long you girls are staying here, you should explore the rest of the Pits sometime. My stall is over in the eastern corner. This is the western.
Avoi: Are you saying that there’s actually more places like this!? Here!? Under the Arehl!?
Eyelashes blinking, Miaxdiso paused her drink slurping and turned to the others. The notion that the underground ring was only one part of a much larger underground “city” known as the “pits” stirred her spirit and sent the hairs of her arms (or would have sent if she hadn’t waxed them) on edge. And she knew, or felt at least, that either Xandria or Torvi, or both of them, would want to go there after the match.
But where was it? Through another door, somewhere? She stretched her back and batted her eyes at the various murky corners of the large room to scope them out.
Cain/Ylvor: Response
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