The Showdown in the Saloon.
“Get it on!” shouted the ring leader as Bilba squared off against Jet Lee in the fighting pit.
The Dwarf might be a bounty hunter by trade, but clearly the quarry this time would be much tougher than the small frys he collected before. He remembers entering the saloon without backup which was his first mistake. The second mistake was playing this guy at liars dice and expecting to come out ahead. When Bilba sat down, the Monk was ahead in the game and taking the gold from the drunks around him. Bilba slammed down 5 gold and said to pass the dice to him. Jet Lee grinned and said match and passed him the dice. The cup contained 5 dice and Bilba gave it a hearty shake before slamming the cup upside down on to the table. He carefully peeked underneath and spied two 5’s two 4’s and an 6. Bilba knew the rules and decided to bluff out of the gate and stated he had three 5’s. The monk sensed the dwarf’s plan and called him out.
The dwarf sheepishly revealed the dice and Jet collected his gold. Bilba called the Monk to roll for another 5 gold. Jet agreed and slammed the cup of dice down. He didnt even peek as the dice and stated he had three 3’s. Bilba was shocked that he would call out his roll without checking. Bilba called and demanded he reveal the dice. Bilba almost shat a brick when three 3s and two 6’s showed up. The Ranger couldn’t stand the thought of losing a game by chance and immediately called Jet out as a cheater. The monk responded by defending his skills and accused Bilba of being a sore loser. The men around the bar took notice of the scuffle and the moment that Bilba reached for his crossbow, the room erupted into a brawl.
The bartender was used to this kind of thing happening and knew just how to restore order. He shouted Deathmatch! at the top of his lungs. The regulars knew what he was talking about. The bartender whispered to a shadowy figure in the corner who left via the back door to prepare the arena. Bilba was grabbed and escorted by two brawny dudes to the pit and was thrown in along with all of his gear. Jet Lee knew the drill as he has been through this before. He hoped into the pit and played to the crowd. The dwarf watched as the room filled with spectators and the big tiefling began taking bets. The noise filled his ears but he tuned it out as he began studying his opponent. Jet Lee was unarmored and didn’t appear to have any weapons. Bilba on the other hand had his trusty heavy crossbow, his net, and his lucky dagger up his sleeve. He figured his leather armor might protect him a bit, but who knows what kind of tricks were up the monk’s sleeves. As Bilba was staring his opponent down, he was hit in the back of the head by a beer mug and he turned to see Darius and Switchman in the front row. See his backup arrive did little to ease his nerves. He gave his partners the “I got this” look, but he doubts he convinced them as he couldn’t even convince himself.
The announcer called for silence as the fight was about to begin. He read the rules for all of the patrons new to the area. He said Deathmatch ends when one guy is dead or surrenders. Everything is allowed inside the pit but no outside interference. Winner gets a cut of the winnings and anything they want from the loser’s body. The words hung in the air for several seconds before it was cut with a shrill screech and the words “Get it On!”
Bilba heard the starting phrase and took a shot with his crossbow. The monk deftly deflected the arrow with his fist and dashed forward on the attack. The dwarf was caught off guard by his speed and barely managed to grab his net before the monk reached him. Bilba swept the net in front of him hoping to ensnare and arm of a leg, but the monk moved to quickly. The monk feigned a punch and swept the leg. The dwarf kept his footing but felt the pain in his leg. The dwarf knew his enemy would be on the offensive and so switched his approach to a defensive one. He used his net almost like a shield and focused on dodging his enemy’s attacks. The Monk didn’t seem to care that he wasn’t landing many strikes. After a bit of back and forth the monk changed his stance and his attack pattern. Jet Lee drew upon his ki reserves and his fist began to cackle with electrical energy. His lightning bolt started to glow and he punched in a jab through the net and struck Bilba in the shoulder. The force rocked him back and he felt a strong tingling in his arm. Jet followed up with another leg sweep and this time the dwarf was knocked prone. The monk focused his ki and prepared another lightning punch. The dwarf sensed his predicament and shouted “I concede!”
The crowd erupted in cheering for their favored combatant. Jet Li let the dwarf get up and turned to the crowd. “Does anyone else want a piece of me?!” As he strutted around the pit, he spies a face he hadn’t seen in years. “Darius? Is that you? I suppose the elders sent you to bring me back to the monastery huh? It doesn’t matter! I am not going back and I will challenge you to a deathmatch right here and now!”