The punch cracked the Sadowan clear across the nose, causing him to stumble back.
Grinning slightly as blood trickled from nose to his mouth the Mystic stood up, stepping closer to his adversary.
“Ok then let’s dance.” Mactire said with anger.
As the Sadowan got closer to the opposition, the Zabrak leaned forward throwing a left hook. Swaying backwards slightly the Mystic kicked his right leg up against the outer part of this threats left arm, pushing him backwards towards the crowd that was now gathering around them.
“Looks like we have an audience. Let’s put on a show!” Howled Mactire throwing up his arms and facing the citizens that were quickly gathering around.
The Zabrak charged towards the Human, with an irritable feeling in his gut. As the Human turned to face the Zabrak once again a flying left kick was racing towards his head.
The Sadowan dropped, sliding to the left side as the Zabrak landed. Springing up the Human spun, hard extending his right leg, catching it on the shoulder of his opponent.
The Zabrak smiled taking the hit, while slightly moving to the side of the impact.
“Now I’m intrigued. You know our fighting style. This is really going to be fun.” the Zabrak said slyly.
Letting his cloak flutter, for a moment, the Human stood back up, just as the Zabrak was charging head first toward him.
Allowing his enemy to get closer the Sadowan, dropped to the ground, dodging the attack. As the Zabrak was standing over him, the Human smiled placing his left had on the rib cage of the enraged man. Concentrating slightly on the Force, he sent the Zabrak flying into the crowd knocking over a few people in the process.
Shaking his head lightly Mactire stood up, walking towards the Zabrak to attempt to broker a truce for now.
Upon getting closer an eerie feeling washed over the Mystic stopping him in his tracks.
The Zabrak stood up seething with rage. A Zhaboka was gripped tightly in his hands, he was spinning it wildly. With such grace and precision, reminding the Human of his former master.
“AHHH!” bellowed the Zabrak as he lept forward towards his prey.
The Sadowan tried to dodge but the Zabraks movements were far too quick for him. One end of the blade came down slicing the Mystic across the chest, as a kick from the attackers right leg planted itself firming in the same spot sending the Sadowan tumbling backwards in agony.
Groaning lightly the Human stood up on his feet, placing his right arm on his wound, while gasping at the air. The kick had knocked the wind out of him badly. This fight was going to become a battle soon.
As if the Zabrak could read his thoughts he charged with unmatched speed again towards the Human, this time leaping into the air swinging the Zhaboka towards the left side of the neck line.
The Mystic extended his left wrist blade, blocking the attack. While being pushed to the side from the power behind the attack. Looking at his own blade the Human noticed that there was a crack in it from the attack.
Taking off the wrist blade, letting it fall to the ground with at thunk. The Human was breathing heavily. These attacks were straining his endurance. Pushing him to the limits.
Glancing at the Zabrak, the Mystic noticed that he was panting as well, only slightly heavier than.
Both realized this was match that was going to go the distance, as the Zabrak charged again swinging his weapon, the Mystic braced himself for another round.