"I like, haz a bunneh!" Kevin cheers, "Like, radical move, Nivi!"

He sets her back on her feet.

"Like I never guessed taking this job we'd like, wind up being gladiators!"

He rushes over to try and strike the grounded Barakian's weapon in an attempt to break it or knock it out of the guy's hand.

"Dude!  Did you notice I'm like, swinging' at your weapon and not your face?!  You haven't like, hurt any of my friends so I like, totally don't want to kill you!"

  Hakkof is more surprised the club is now an axe, which results in getting a slice across his leg as he backs off.

  "You may want to step back to avoid splashage" He says, as ops to treat the gladiator's head like a game of whak-a-mole... Is that culturally insensitive in a setting with lots of animal people?

That's twice now that Hakkof should have given a guy a concussion. Buuuut Hakkof also knows most of his own kind just don't go down in a few hits. Even hard hits with hard objects. The bright side is, neither will Hakkof. The downside is this means Hakkof will probably endure more pain in this fight than anyone else would have before going down. IF he goes down.

Nivi smiles briefly as her moves were complimented, but goes right back to worry when she sees Hakkof get sliced. "Oh no! Hakkof!"

Juros growls as the gladiator stands again quickly. Juros charges the barrakian and gets kicked aside for his efforts! Juros lets out a puppy yelp and goes flying several feet before rolling on the ground. "Juros!"

The gladiator has not spoken. Nor will he speak. So Kevin's question goes unanswered.

Kevin quickly realizes things just got serious and stops talking.  He quickly lunges back to try and take advantage of the gladiator standing one leg - he having just kicked a puppy and all - and swings the sharp end of his pick at the spot he knows from experience to be one of the hardest to keep from harm's way: the dude's butt.

Dude! he thinks, Picking his butt!
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  Fights between Barrakians, even without crazy tech, is often a bit like watching rockem sokem robots with the heads glued in place, yes.  He doesn't bother sparing a glance for Juros, because as rude as it is it means taking attention away from the gladiator.

  'Well, brain damage is already a given for this guy. Might as well see if I can add to it' New target, hitting the slave circlet as hard and often as possible.  He's not expecting this to make them snap out of it so much as hopping they spend more time drooling than fighting as a result.

The barrakian gets a pick to the butt, followed by a hit to the head. He falls again and grunts in pain when he lands on his butt. Hakkof and Kevin can see the slave headband is sparking a bit.

Nivi winces from the violence, but says, "Good thought, Hakkof! If we can free him of the mind control, maybe he'll be reasonable and surrender rather than die!"

Juros struggles to get up. That kick hurt and frankly, Juros is not built to take kicks from barrakians. He's a techy (albeit a decently fit one), not a wrestlemania champ.

Yup.  That's how it goes.  Sharp pain in the butt, then you fall on it.  Ouch.  Kevin quickly hops back out of the gladiator's reach then turns his left side to Nivi to block her view of his pick.  He rubs it in the dirt to wipe off the blood, keeping an eye on the gladiator.

"Like, you gunna be ok, Juros?  Don't answer that if it like, hurts to breathe."

He's seen dudes walk away from some pretty spectacular wipe-outs, so Juroas might be ok.

  Free them? oh, right.  "Yes, that is exactly my plan." smooth cover.  Try to bash the gladiator in the head in a non incriminating manner Hakkof.

  He understands the concern over Juros, other species are wusses by comparison after all.

After another hit to the head, the circlet breaks and the barrakian falls. He doesn't get right back up. "Hold on! I surrender! I heard everything you said, but couldn't respond or do anything!"

Meanwhile, Juros just coughs up some blood and weakly says, "...ow"

Nivi is still on guard, but slowly backs up towards Juros.

The crowd is excited and hollering loudly, many showing thumbs-down. A voice comes over a loudspeaker. "Looks like the crowd is asking for the victor to kill the loser!"

There's also the fact that Hakkof never so much as said, "Ow," much less cough up blood.

"Like, seriously?  Blissian group.  Like, not going to kill the dude.  Duh!  We got people who need patched up!"

Kevin heads over to Juros.  "Like, hang in there, buddy."

  Which is why the not barrakian is a wuss.  If Hakkof was the one coughing up blood then he'd be the wuus, It's science.

  Hakkof picks up the fallen axe, and says "This may seem  in poor taste to ask a Blissian, but shall I appease the crowd?"

Nivi yells over at Hakkof, "Of COURSE not! See that he doesn't bleed out! I'll be working on Juros!" and with that, she gets to work on Juros.

The crowd boos. "At this time, we would like to remind the gladiators that they have shock collars on."

Juros gets shocked and yelps like a puppy!

Kevin isn't quite sure what to do.  He's so used to being a crowd pleaser, the thought never entered his mind that he'd ever want to flip off his audience.  Today has been full of surprises.  Then he remembers a concert he went to once where the aucience cheered for being insulted.

He raises his pick triumphantly and shouts, "YOU BUTTHOLES LIKE, WANT TO SEE BLOOD?!"

Pause for effect, "YOU LIKE, WUNNA SEE DEATH!?"

Short pause, "THEN LIKE, LET'S SEE THE COWARD WITH THE SHOCK COLLAR BUTTON COME HERE AND FACE ME!  OR LIKE, PUSH MY BUTTON TO PROVE WHAT A SISSY HE IS!!"

More triumphant posing for the crowd.

  "Yes, Nivi.  Looks like you get to live, maybe.  Duration is up in the air right now."  Still, he goes to apply pressure of a less violent manner.

  Ah, it seems Kevin is wise in the ways of The Spite subcategories, much more strong than the morality of Good vs Bad to so many.  LOOKING Good vs looking bad.  (See also, Paragon Vs Renegade).

  Wait a minute, Hakkof has a moment of intelligence.  "Kevin, that is probably going to work.  Because we're on Barrak."  Mystery mans probably has a resemblance to the gladiator and Hakkoff, in being red, horned, and able to snap you like a slim jim.

Hakkof was right.

Out of a door comes some extra-built, extra-tough looking Korshare. His horns stretch out a good 8 inches each and his skin looks blood red. He is wearing some kind of street gang outfit; worn baggy pants, biker boots, tank top, and a studded leather vest. On his left bicep is a tattoo of the Barrakian moon. On his right bicep is a tattoo of the sun.

He tilts his head one way and then the other to cause neck cracks. Then flexes his fingers to cause more cracks. The crowd is cheering wildly.

Nivi is eyeing the doorway from which the guy came. Nivi asides to Juros, "Juros... are you able to walk?"

Juros says, "Should be..."

Hakkof is barely able to stabilize the downed, surrendering barrakian. The surrendered barrakian, glances at the guy who just showed up, then back to Hakkof. He says quietly, but clearly, "I gotta warn you... you gotta hit harder than ever just to make this guy notice. If you and your cutesy, fluffy friends want out of here, your best hope is for me to distract him while you flee."

Kevin smiled and wiggled an aloha sign in response to Hakof's affirmation, but is still shocked that his taunt worked on both the crowd and thug face - even if this is Barrak.

"Woahoah!  I'm like, impressed!"

He walks slowly around to draw the thug's field of view away from Juros and the others, trying to hide that he's nervous with a grin.

"Let's not like, bore the crowd with a fight between you and a flower delivery dude less than half your weight.  Nah I got a challenge in mind that'd take guts no matter your size - last dude standing wins!"

He addresses the crowd, "LIKE, HOW 'BOUT IT, YOU BLOODTHIRSTY MANIACS?!  WANNA LIKE, DRAW SOME BLOOD WITH YOUR OWN HANDS FOR A CHANGE?!  WELL LIKE, FIND THE DEADLIEST THINGS YOU CAN LAY YOUR FILTHY HANDS ON TO THROW AT THE BOTH OF US!  ROCKS!  KNIVES!  CHAIRS!  THAT OBNOXIOUS DUDE BLOCKING YOUR VIEW!  IF LEATHER VEST HERE DOESN'T WIMP OUT, WE'RE TAKING YOU ALL ON!"

Here's hoping this'll be enough distraction for the others to escape.  Kevin's counting on his quick reflexes to keep him alive long enough to follow them out.

  "Well, I do have your axe instead of a club now.  Running won't change the fact we have collars though." rated PG approved violence didn't work out with the club anyways, so not like using a sharp object would be less effective.

  Either way, he should probably be the last to run.  Arguably this is the sort of thing he's here for, and it would look really bad if he ran away while Juros was bleeding on the ground.

  "Perhaps if we are lucky, they will toss us some roasted nuts in the process."

The crowd just makes noises, none of them taking Kevin up on his offer. At least one thing is still consistent in the galaxy: Most people enjoy watching OTHERS get hurt as long as it isn't themselves. Even Barrakians.

Nivi and Juros flee for the place the button man came from. Button man presses a button and Nivi and Juros flop unconscious. Then he yells, "You see that?!" only his voice is heard over the speakers. "The goat is just calling people out in order to RUN!" he looks towards Kevin. "Nice try. But we have been doing this for a very long time and you would not be the first to try this very thing."

He presses a button and Kevin and Hakkof.. do not go unconscious! However, they each hear a recorded voice of Juros saying, "Act unconscious now." coming from their collars.

Kevin sooo wants to over-act his defeat.  Or like, pretend he's so tough he stays conscious just long enough to get out one last taunt.  But that would like, totally risk casting suspicion on the radical plan Juros cooked up.  How did he disable the collars?!  Dude.  Awesome!

Kevin collapses exactly like the other two did.

The only thing Recoome sells, is merchandise-wait, wrong big muscle alien.

Hakkof feigns unconsciousness with the bored efficiency of one used to remaining silent and unmoving, if admittedly those jobs also involved more standing and looming than being splot on the ground.

The button man grabs the PC's and drags them off, out of the arena. The moment they are out of sight of the arena, Juros says, "Now!" and bites the guy on the leg!

Nivi unbuckles the guy's pants as fast as she can, causing his pants to fall to his knees!

It worked against the last guy, so Kevin goes for a hard hit to the back of Button Man's knees!

"Like, surprise!"

  Some days, Hakkof loves living in a rated PG universe.

  On that note, you're allowed to kick people in the groin in a rated PG setting.  As Hakkof demonstrates one such attempt of.  Shame there won't be a laugh track to go along with it.

Well yeah. PG doesn't mean Scooby Doo. XD

The guy is gang beaten to where Juros gets the guy's taser and zaps the guy. It is barrakian grade, so it gives enough juice to knock the guy out with one zap.

A quick search of the guy reveals keys; keys for the shock collars and keys for getting out of here.

Juros says, "Soon as we get safely away, we have got to find a place to relax..."

Nivi says, "Good job, everyone. Be on your toes... there are probably a few unforeseen obstacles on the way out."

"Hahahahahahahahah!"

(Who says there won't be a laugh track?)

"Like, nice one, Hakkof!"

Kevin is quick to remove shock collars off people and will put Hakkof's on Trigger Man's neck and break the key off inside if he gets the chance.  Then nabes the trigger, nodding to Nivi.

"Like totally!

"Dude, you're like, totally my hero, Juros!  You like, totally saved the day!"

He offers a high five!