The massive, plated, deathworlder asked to fight the human. The other humans warned their friend to go easy on the being. The being sneered at the soft, squishy, opponent. They learned that humans are... a lot more dangerous than their soft, smooth, appearance, with no fangs or claws, make them appear to be. -- Anon Guest
No matter how big and strong you are, there is always someone who can whip your ass. There is, as the saying goes, always a bigger fish. Defender Xoan would never believe that that 'bigger fish' was a squishy Human half their size.
They would learn differently very soon.
Human Clare wasn't armed, nor armoured. He had bare feet and empty hands. His clothes were some variety of uniform, but they also resembled pyjamas. It seemed to Xoan that this match was going to be a ridiculously easy victory.
They were right, but in the wrong direction.
"The rules," intoned Companion Fihr. "No strikes to the most vulnerable nerve clusters, as indicated by red fabric. Three rounds of five minutes, most downs of ten seconds for that period wins. At any time, a combatant may surrender with a signal of tapping out, or throwing their towel into the ring. Last one standing in that event wins. Commence!"
Xoan charged the small, squishy Human. The next thing they knew, they were staring at the ceiling and the much smaller cogniscent had them in an uncomfortable lock that made it difficult to move at all.
Someone had reached six seconds.
Xoan barely escaped at nine. It took all their effort to do it, too. That had to be a fluke. One arm ached even as they attempted a different approach.
Again and again, the Human had them pinned. Again and again, it was more and more painful to move.
They tapped out in the middle of round two.
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