Built from the shell of an ancient foundation, the Arx Colosseum has undergone renovations to allow multiple new configurations for battle. Its spectator setup remains largely the same, with high walls, tall enough for even the most savvy Jedi to find unscalable that lead up to spectator chairs which are divided into nearly organized sections to accommodate several thousand people. At the center, an elongated platform “box” contains a central throne of stone with various seats of smaller scale lined beside it in both directions. Two large holo-projection screens are set up on each side of the Colosseum, offering different angles of the match bia holocam drones.

Today’s setup is known as The Shanty Town.

Hundreds of shipping containers line the arena floor, some stacked tall, others singular obstacles forming the walls of a complex maze. Each has been converted to function as housing, windows, doors, even furnishments added to further sell the illusion of it being a living town.

While the only real life contained within is today’s combatants, that is far from the only level of danger found within.

Dozens of armed and battle-ready droids hide in wait. Turrets and barricades line the narrow passageways of the town. Expertly hidden mines wait to trigger with every step. Make no mistake, the Shanty Town is ready to kill all who enter it. Embracing its chaos, and surviving is no easy feat.

Jon crouched low in the space between two towers of shipping containers. The creaky steel towers made him feel uneasy; they weren’t the most stable of constructions.

Still, a hiding place was a hiding place, and he wasn’t about to let the Arconan make the first move. Jon would fight the way he always fought: on his terms.

A clanging, crashing sound caught his attention. He looked up at the makeshift “roofs” of the shanty town.

Majyc was dashing along the tops of the towers, quick and clean. This maze of towers and steel was a playground for a Jedi, their Force-aided acrobatics a natural advantage of squishy mortals such as himself.

A clang and a crash accompanied his movements, though. It didn’t seem his natural grace extended to natural stealth. That, or the Jedi just didn’t care if Jon could hear him coming a mile away.

Majyc came to a stop on the tallest of said towers, and looked directly in Jon’s direction. He swore and ducked lower.

He was sure the Jedi couldn’t see him… but Jedi didn’t need to see to be able to find you.

“I know you’re there,” Majyc called, hopping down from the tower, landing gracefully on his feet. “Why don’t you come out so we can get this underway?”

Jon sighed, stepping out of the alleyway, hands up in the air.

“Guess you caught me out,” Jon said.

Majyc raised an eyebrow. “You’re surrendering?”

Jon smiled. “Nope.”

He raised one of his vambraces, and fired a blaster bolt from one, while the other launched a grappling hook at the door of a the tower Majyc had previously been standing on.

As Majyc activated his lightsaber to deflect the blast, Jon pulled with all his might… and only succeeded in ripping a door off its hinges.

Mayc looked up in confusion.

“Was that it?”

“Not quite.”

Jon had taken the time to scout this area before he chose it as his hiding place, and found a thing or two. Such as the booby-trapped auto-turret that emerged from the broken doorway, firing at random.

Jon ducked into a faux storefront as Mayc dodged out of the way of the fire.

The barrage was brief, a few seconds at most, but that was all the time Jon needed. Once Majyc’s back was turned, Jon burst out, both lightsabers igniting, and aimed for the unaware Jedi’s back.

Those lightsabers were aimed for the Jedi's back going to skewer him with hissing and sizzling dual punctures, one aimed for kidney area, one aimed for the area of the left lung. "I thought you would be a bit harder!"

As he heard the igniting of the lightsabers he gave a brief hint of a grin as that lightsaber already in his hand and ignited was used, a rapid, lightning quick twist on his heel had his body pivoting and that lightsaber swept around using its blade to deflect that right blade pressing it to the side while spinning out of the way himself using it would seem his superior skill with lightsaber combat which placed him now behind Jon. "And I thought you would be a bit more cunning to not try such a simplistic move."

With his lightsaber knocked to the side, it caused a momentary stagger from that brief contact of burning blade to burning blade. Catching his footing easily enough though he twisted around, and his stance would change now so that the lightsaber blade was aimed and held parallel to the ground aimed towards Majyc's chest. "Come now Jedi, I was just testing the waters so to speak." And with that he gave a quick and precise thrust with that blade before twisting it downwards to slash down across the torso going into that Makashi style, that other lightsaber wa held behind his back for the time being.

The level of athletic agility did give him pause,..but caused him to grin. "This will be fun," and then seeing the altering of the stance he watched the blade while his own grip on that hilt altered just slightly. His grip changing so that it was held in a way so that index and middle finger was loosely gripping, the ring and little finger held tighter. As that thrust was delivered he would snap that lightsaber up in a spin to go to knock it to the side, not anticipating the slash which had the tip sizzling down and searing the tunic, the energy resistance of it helped to make it a scorch mark on his lower abdomen.

"Ohh I bet that stung," But instead of attempting to push the attack forward he would thrust that hand out with the lightsaber, only to twist his hand now, the blade cutting off and that Vambrace was utilized once more. The blaster fired off in the direction of the Jedi once more.

"It was a cute trick, but I have my own," as that lightsaber was feinted out and the blaster was shot once more he would skip back, a quick snap of that blade came up, the bolt striking the blade now this time though its deflection was sent back to sender. Aiming for that vambraces blaster. As the bolt was sent back, his speed increased with a bit of the force, amplifying his speed, he would deactivate his blade as he would step forward, his now forward right foot slamming down hard, his right hand shot out palm facing Jon's chest as a powerful telekinetic strike was sent out like a sledgehammer for Jon's chest with a crushing force.

The Jedi’s fist stopped an inch before his chest. Then, for one instant, Jon felt like he’d been hit by a speeder-truck.

An invisible wave slammed into him with the force of a tsunami, and Jon went flying back. There was a loud CLANG as Jon slammed back into the metal wall of a tower. His vision went briefly black, before he came to, blinking the spots out of his eyes.

Then the pain started.

“Ready to surrender yet, Odanite?” Majyck called from across the street. “Let’s call it here while you still have legs to walk away with.”

Taking a deep breath -- and Kriff, even that was painful -- Jon took stock of his injuries. He was pretty sure he had quite a few broken ribs, and judging by the way his vision swam he was at least mildly concussed from the way his head slammed into the metal crate he was now slumped against.

His arms and legs didn’t seem particularly damaged, so he was able to stagger to his feet. He picked up his lightsabers from where he’d dropped them; by some miracle he’d managed to hang onto them until the instant he made contact with the wall. Going by Majyck’s calculating look, he didn’t think the Jedi would’ve given him the opportunity to recover them if he’d dropped them any sooner.

He palmed the wooden grips, one thumb on each of the activations buttons; Majyck assumed a ready stance, waiting for Jon to make the first move.

Times like this reminded Jon why he avoided straight fights.

Normally this would be the time when Jon would cut his losses and run, or try to find some clever way to talk his opponent into letting him leave. Neither of which was really an option in a tournament.

Besides. Arcona was one of the few clans that actually liked Odan-Urr. He wasn’t about to let their allies think they were a bunch of push-overs. But he was outmatched and overpowered, and he was fairly certain he would collapse from his wounds in, oh, five-ish minutes or so?

Only one recourse then. Good old fashioned taunting.

“Was that the hardest you could hit?” Jon asked, proud of the way he kept his words from slurring too noticeably, given the way his vision was spinning. “Man, they’ll let anybody be a Jedi these days.”

Majyck raised an eyebrow, clearly more confused than offended. Different tactic then.

“I mean, I’ve felt harder hits from my astromech droid. Come on, you can definitely do better than that, right? Or… maybe you can’t?”

Jon could see the tell-tale signs of frustration in Majyc’s eyes now. Jon still hadn’t even reactivated his lightsabers, which in some circles could be seen as insulting. To a duelist, refusing to draw your weapon meant you didn’t see them as a threat. If Jon’s estimation that this Jedi had a competitive streak was right…

“Come on, I won’t even block!” Jon put his arms out in an inviting gesture.

Majyc took the bait, and almost faster than Jon could keep track of, the Jedi charged.

Jon grinned.

A split second before the lightsaber made contact, a force-field flickered into being.

It wouldn’t stop a second blow -- it barely stopped a first one -- but it didn’t need to. The surprise as his blade was forced back made the Jedi hesitate, and that was all Jon needed.

His lightsaber in his left hand -- the one opposed Majyc’s off-hand -- blazed to life, and Jon took the opening…

At the taunt Majyc indeed did take the bait. His body launched forward and for a split second he was caught off guard as his blade was rebuffed by the field of energy. That was a split second fault on his part that nearly cost him dearly. The hairs on the back of his neck rose, that icy cold feeling flowing through his veins he got a heartbeat before the strike allowing him to picot his torso away as that blade scored across his side, scorching flesh. The line of charred, sizzling flesh was just above the flank to the side of his stomach, teeth set in a grit that he felt if was any tighter he might snap one as he focused on continuing past the pain. The scent lingered of a coppery, metallic acrid odor wafting through the air.

That was the reaction Jon wanted. When the Jedi took the bait, and came rushing in the lightsaber scored across the side and stomach, Jon let a smirk form, brow arched a bit "Hm, maybe you should get some more training with your lightsaber. It would seem you are slipping son."

After A brief hesitation due to the strike Majyc would snap his hand out, his fingers curled about to Jon's wrist. A vicious, pained grin spread across the Jedi's face. This was where he wanted to take things. With the close proximity, the Jedi would step in quickly, his head snapping around and to the side so that the crown of his skull would come impacting down on the bridge of Scoundrel's nose with a satisfying crunch. A spurt of blood as that nose was busted from the impact of the harder portion of the Jedi's head.

Jon saw the grin and realized that the taunt itself, and the bait was two folded. Where Jon got the Jedi to attack in what seemed like a wild rage filled attack, it got the jedi what he wanted as well,. to get in close proximity. Again it was times like this which reminded Jon why he avoided straight fights. When that head snapped forward he attempted to drop his, so crown met crown, but it was a second to late and he felt the bridge of his nose collapse. Tears came to the eyes and blood washed from his now flattened nose matting the neatly maintained mustache and beard. Momentarily blinded by the salty tears elicited from that headbutt, he swept that right handed lightsaber around now so as to create breathing room.

"No snark? No snappy comment?" Majyc gave a taunt himself now.

As that right handed lightsaber swung around in a more wild and less refined style, he knew that he had the scoundrel off his game for the moment and was going to press that advantage. Having deactivated his own lightsaber in that headbutt, and reclipped it to his belt as Jon Reeled from the headbutt. He snapped his left forearm up, impacting Jon's inner forearm to block the swing. His calculation had been correct on this assessment, when it came to physicality of combat he was the more experienced of the two. The Mandalorian turned Jedi was quite happy with that revelation. With the block of the swinging forearm, his leg whipped up, and chambered quickly near his sternum, which he felt pull and tear the singed flesh from his earlier contact with Jon's blade. He ignored it, allowing him to snap that leg out so the instep of his foot came crashing down now for the inside of Jon's right knee. It was his intent and purpose to allow Jon to escape while he had the legs to do so, just as he had offered before, but it was ignored and taunted against. So this was where he would start physically dismantling the Scoundrel Joint by Joint.

"I applaud your bravery and show of courage in this, Jon, and I respect you, but now is the time for games to end."