[For this match, the rounds are surprisingly simple: timed, with victory secured either via knock out or audience approval. Unlike a number of intergalactic fighting rings, and in spite of the brutality of combat, there's a certain...security to Bout it Out. Part of the nature of broadcast entertainment where the goal is ultimately exactly that - entertainment. Death, however difficult to negate entirely, isn't part of the proceedings. Which means that for a pair so accustomed to the opposite, they face an added challenge.
But in Ren's eyes, it's— alluring. Allowing his opponent a score of openings grants him the sweetness of blooming pain as his own lip splits under a flurry of overeager blows, the bitter taste of blood on his tongue and all at once it both eases and fosters his fury.
He wonders— yanking his own jaw away from yet another wild, heavy swing— if his companion might feel the same.]
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But in Ren's eyes, it's— alluring. Allowing his opponent a score of openings grants him the sweetness of blooming pain as his own lip splits under a flurry of overeager blows, the bitter taste of blood on his tongue and all at once it both eases and fosters his fury.
He wonders— yanking his own jaw away from yet another wild, heavy swing— if his companion might feel the same.]