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ratna Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 7/9/07 5:29pm Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 09/07/07 - Date Edited: 7/9/07 5:31pm (1 edits total) Edited By: ratna
	If Sonu knew Jedi like he thought he did, he should have known that Obi-Wan would fight to save people, whether he saw them or not. Excellent point! --------------------- I really like your descriptions: The freezing temperature seeped into the young Jedi's bones making him acutely aware of all his acquired aches and pains. ... ... A great sea of beings, Ragged and starving. --------------------------------- They frowned through the gloom, forbidding any further passage. Nice pesonification on the doors!! ------------------------------------ "Wait!" Obi-Wan called out suddenly. The old man halted. "How did you end up here?" The man kept his back turned but Obi-Wan saw his shoulders slump, making him appear even smaller, even more defeated. He suddenly wished he hadn't asked the hasty question. There was a long silence, then in a whisper Obi-Wan barely detected, the old one answered, "My son." And without another glance he shuffled away, leaving the Jedi standing by his cot, alone and sick at heart. I can just imagine. And I'm sure that Obi-Wan is imagining. He will have to kill someone's son ... or father ... or husband ... or brother ... Not just to stay alive, but to save others left in this pit. What a conundrum of compassion! ... Where's Qui-Gon? -----signature----- Ou n'a tu pas tellement aime quelqu'un que tu avais peur de l'aimer au peur des souvenirs?
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Nimloth Registered: Mar '07	Date Posted: 7/9/07 6:17pm Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 09/07/07
	What a terrible and bleak place! It´s going to be difficult and anguishing for Obi-Wan to find a way for saving those poor people lives without killing other slave fighters... I´m anxious to read more!
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dimyavie Registered: May '06	Date Posted: 7/9/07 6:17pm Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 09/07/07
	Awesome update. The descriptions were wonderful! Although I am feeling bad for Obi-Wan at the moment. Hopefully he gets through to Qui soon!
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Gkilkenny Registered: Mar '04	Date Posted: 7/9/07 10:26pm Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 09/07/07
	Poor Obi-Wan is getting in deeper and deeper, I hope Qui-Gon finds him soon. Before he has to kill too many people. Great update. -----signature----- Padawan to p_stotts Peace over anger - honour over hate - Strength over fear. Links to Stories in my Bio. Obi-Wan forever.
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Fifilla Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 7/9/07 11:09pm Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 09/07/07
	Thanks a lot for the PM! I'm so glad you are updating this regularly now Poor Obi-Wan - and poor families of those who have to fight in the Kralti. I hope that the Jedi (Qui-Gon to the rescue!) will help them soon! -----signature----- "There's always a bigger fish." Fear Of Failure - young Qui-Gon (WIP) > http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/27642896 Padawan to Valairy_Scot
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 7/10/07 5:53am Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 09/07/07
	Poor Obi-Wan, let Qui-Gon and the Jedi come and rescue them all -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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VaderLVR64 Title: Fan Fic Manager in Combat Boots Registered: Feb '04	Date Posted: 7/10/07 10:42am Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 09/07/07
	Excellent update! The old man paused. “They’re the families of those chosen,” he replied finally. “Sonu seems to think that their presence will motivate his captives. If they refuse to fight their families will be put to death. But if they win then they and their loved ones can go free. But as of yet no competitor has returned from the pits, and the families are left here to rot. Well here we are, lad.” The sudden change took Obi-Wan aback and he saw that his unexpected guide had stopped next to an unoccupied cot. “There you are,” he wheezed and turned to go back the way he had come, alone. “If it’ll do you any good, I wish you luck .” “Wait!” Obi-Wan called out suddenly. The old man halted. “How did you end up here?” The man kept his back turned but Obi-Wan saw his shoulders slump, making him appear even smaller, even more defeated. He suddenly wished he hadn’t asked the hasty question. There was a long silence, then in a whisper Obi-Wan barely detected, the old one answered, “My son.” And without another glance he shuffled away, leaving the Jedi standing by his cot, alone and sick at heart. -----signature----- If you have to choose between tears and laughter, remember that laughter burns more calories. Army Mom! HOOAH! Adopt a soldier: http://soldiersangels.org/
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Tatooine_Ghost Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/10/07 2:49pm Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 09/07/07
	loved it. can not wait for the next post. -----signature----- Where were you when the world stoped turning that one September Day? WJFC means never having to say you're sorry. Senator of the Old Jedi Order Fan Club
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Veloz Registered: Aug '04	Date Posted: 7/10/07 3:24pm Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 09/07/07
	Ugh poor Obi Wan Sonu is evil i hope he gets what's coming to him very soon Thanks a lot for the pm and the wonderful update... cant wait to see what hapens next! i hope Obi gets rescued soon -----signature----- "Hello there!" "Remember the Force will be with you..always" - Obi Wan Kenobi, ANH "Who's the more foolish...the fool or the fool who follows him?"- Obi Wan Kenobi, ANH
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jedidas3 Registered: Apr '07	Date Posted: 7/11/07 8:31am Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 09/07/07
	Wow! I'm so glad I found this story! I'm still catching up but I just wanted to let you how much I'm enjoying it so far. Poor Obi! He most defintely needs a hug! Can't wait to finish reading what has been posted so far! Can you add me to your PM list? -----signature----- The Past Revisited http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28440949 Lessons Learned http://boards.theforce.net/the_saga/b10476/28580784 Remembrance http://boards.theforce.net/before_the_saga/b10475/28009025 Padawan to dianethx
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erikawr05 Registered: Jul '06	Date Posted: 7/11/07 1:00pm Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 09/07/07
	like its not enough to force someone to fight he takes their families.
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NYCitygurl Title: Manager of SFFBC, C&G, and NSWFF Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 7/14/07 10:03am Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 09/07/07
	Great post!! Thanks for the PM -----signature----- "Not till the moon falls. Not till the world ends."
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Glenstorm Registered: Mar '06	Date Posted: 7/15/07 12:53pm Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 15/07/07 - Date Edited: 7/15/07 4:49pm (1 edits total) Edited By: Glenstorm
	OK folks. Next chapter. Hang on to your seats, its a long one. Thanks to everyone for your continued support. Chapter 7 Days passed. Obi-Wan’s injuries from his fight with the guards healed slowly. But as steadily as his physical wounds closed, far more serious ones were being scored across his soul. And they were the ones Obi-Wan was sure would never again be made whole. As a Jedi he had seen many terrible things throughout the galaxy. But he had never really had to experience first hand the hopelessness and despair caused to people through sheer cruelty and neglect. He saw sights in those first days that he never wanted to see again yet knew for certain that they would haunt his darkest dreams for years to come. Time passed unmarked in the dim light unchanging. The meaningless hours broken only by the guards bringing the weak gruel that was supposed to nourish the starving, hollow-eyed prisoners. As a valued warrior, Obi-Wan was fed better than most, but the majority were not so fortunate. Fights over food were common. The strong preyed on the weak, driven by the need to survive. And Obi-Wan could do naught about it, however his heart raged against the injustice. Disease was as rampant as hunger. The conditions were filthily and infection ran rife among the tight press of bodies. Several succumbed in the short time Obi-Wan had been present, and the wrapped bodies were carried away each morning accompanied by the wail of mothers and the whimper of lonely children. Then one morning a body was taken that was followed only by silence, seemingly no soul present to mourn its passing. Obi-Wan’s sorrowing eyes followed its progression out of the room, wondering who this lonely person had been. As if in answer to his thoughts, one of the bearers shifted their grip and the shroud covering the still form slipped, revealing an ancient face crowned by thinning white hair. Unbidden tears stung Obi-Wan’s eyes as he recognised the old man that had helped him on his first day. Even though he had only known him for a few minutes, his death layered another stinging welt across Obi-Wan’s heart. And as the empty shell of the man that had been was borne out of sight, the Padawan bowed his head and cast a prayer to the silent Force that his friend had finally found peace in its all encompassing embrace. Another quickly followed in its wake, this one for himself. Master. . . Please find me…. *** The next day, as far as he could guess, Obi-Wan lay on his cot, shutting out the stench and filth from his mind, even as he blocked his sight with an arm over his face. He wasn’t allowed to stay that way for very long, however, as he was pulled rudely from his private little world by a polite jab in the ribs. Obi-Wan hissed between his teeth and slowly removed his arm from his face. Before the collar no one would have been able to catch him unawares like that. With a resigned sigh the Padawan lifted his gaze to see just who had found reason to disturb him. To his dismay he found himself staring straight up into the Cobra’s sneering face. He had hoped that he’d seen the last of the bounty hunter. “Get up, little Jedi.” “May I ask what for?” Obi-Wan responded coolly. After what he had seen in these few days he was in no mood for this man. “Time to prove you were worth all that trouble I went through. Can’t have you lying idle getting fat on all our food.” Obi-Wan wanted to retort that it would be impossible for a Hutt to get fat on that slop, and that the bounty hunter should try it. He held his tongue, however, and rolled smoothly to his feet. Despite the Cobra’s assertions, he had not been idle. In an attempt to distract himself from his surroundings the Padawan had spent a lot of his time running through some training katas to keep himself limber. It had been difficult in the limited space but he’d managed. With the unknown challenges lying ahead it would be unwise to get out of practice. Several heavily armed guards had accompanied the bounty hunter to escort Obi-Wan to his destination. They turned and started heading for the door. As Obi-Wan moved to follow them, the Cobra hissed quickly in his ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment, Kenobi,” he said. “Pay back time for your little stunt outside the front gates.” Obi-Wan looked at the faint bruising that still decorated the thin man’s cheek bones. The bounty hunter obviously hadn’t forgiven him for breaking his nose. The Cobra moved back and gave Obi-Wan another jab in the ribs. “Move.” The heavy doors to the holding bay rolled back as they approached. More men waited outside, guarding against any risk of an uprising. As if the weakened occupants had any energy to spare for trouble anyway. Sympathetic gazes followed Obi-Wan out. He guessed that the other prisoners believed that this was the last time they’d see him and that he was going to meet his doom. Maybe he was. And if it came to that then he would meet it as he had been taught. With strength and without fear. The corridors were still as cold and draughty as he remembered. The guards lead him on a round about route through the passages but it wasn’t long before they drew near yet another set of doors. These were of more normal proportions but no less threatening -- black and impenetrable. The Cobra stepped boldly forward and raising the butt of his blaster struck the solid door with three heavy blows. The sound echoed dully through the passage, creating a sense of foreboding within Obi-Wan. As if they had been waiting for the signal the doors rolled eagerly open, hungrily awaiting their next victim, it seemed. The Cobra went ahead while the guards hung back, blocking any escape. There was no need. Straightening his back and lifting his chin, Obi-Wan stepped forward towards his fate. The room beyond was small, lit only by primitive, flaming torches affixed to each wall. In the flickering light Obi-Wan glanced past the Cobra’s whip-like form to see that Sonu was waiting for them, standing next to a second door crossed by heavy iron bars. It was the only other exit from this room. Over the crackle of the torches Obi-Wan could detect a faint roar from beyond those barred doors. The sound of many voices clamouring together in excitement. “Can you hear them, Obi-Wan?” Sonu asked, the torchlight glittering in eyes lit with anticipation. “They’re waiting for you.” There came the faint sound of another iron door rolling aside from somewhere unseen and the roar of the crowd intensified. Obi-Wan swallowed. Just what scum waited beyond those doors. Sonu seemed pleased by the noise. “You’ve drawn a full house! Practically unheard of in a first round. You should be honoured, Jedi.” “Oh, beyond words,” Obi-Wan said tightly. Sonu chuckled, “Sarcasm doesn’t become you, Kenobi,” he said. “Now give the crowd a good show. I’ve selected one of my best gladiators for you. He hasn’t had a challenge in a while and is rather hungry for one. Volunteered for you in fact,” Sonu was practically rubbing his hands together. “It will be an interesting match.” The stocky man moved towards Obi-Wan visibly composing his excitment as he gave his instructions. “In the first round no weapons will be used, hand to hand combat only. The match will only end when one of you is unable to fight any more.” He grinned in the way Obi-Wan had grown to hate. “Other than that there are no rules.” Another roar from the crowd punctuated his words and Sonu nodded to Cobra. “It’s time. Send him in, Cobra. I think they’ve waited long enough.” The bounty hunter nodded starting to push Obi-Wan towards the door with unconcealed relish. Obi-Wan drew a breath, a faint hope brushing his mind. “What about the collar?” Sonu smiled. “That stays on. I might have removed it, but after seeing your escape attempt, I don’t think it will hinder you too much.” Obi-Wan’s heart sank, his half formed plans falling dead at Sonu’s words. The Cobra started pushing him towards the door again, impatient with the delay. Obi-Wan gathered himself together as he was manoeuvred to the front of the iron bars, letting go his turbulent emotions as best he could. Another opportunity had been lost to him, but he had to be able to survive this if there was any hope of getting another. “Open the gates!” Sonu barked to the unseen guardians, and slowly, terribly, the iron bars began to retract. Grinding back into the cold ceiling above. “Have a nice time, Jedi,” the Cobra whispered for his ears only. “Try not to die too quickly.” And before Obi-Wan could think of a response the thin bounty hunter shoved him through the opening. A roar deafened his ears. Reverberating the very air around him as the iron gate slammed closed behind, blocking escape. Struggling to orientate himself, Obi-Wan straightened, blinking blindly into the bright lights that now shone unforgivingly from above. After so long in the dark the sudden brightness was torture. Roaring cries continued to assault his ears, harsh voices screaming from every direction. It was almost too much. Too much. Finally his dazzled eyes adjusted and Obi-Wan got a maiden look at his surroundings. And immediately his streaming eyes were drawn straight upwards. High above the sandy floor, curving walls gave way to rows upon rows of stone seats, each line staggering backwards until they met the rock and mortar of the cold roof. Hundreds of beings occupied those stone benches, all eyes fixed on the pit below. Fixed upon him. Obi-Wan stared back. Eyes wide with dismay. For staring down on him was the greatest gathering of evil he had ever been forced to witness. Slavers, pirates, smugglers, spice lords. Every kind of lowlife that the Jedi were sworn to destroy was now glaring down on him. Baying for his blood. “Jedi! Kill the Jedi! Kralti! Kralti!” they chanted over and over. For the second time in his life, Obi-Wan was almost glad of the collar. For he would surely have staggered under the sheer hatred that was now bearing down on him. Obi-Wan swallowed and tore his gaze away from that murderous mass, turning his attention on his more immediate surroundings, needing to concentrate. The pit was a circular room. No more than ten meters in diameter. Enclosed by smooth handholdless walls that eventually gave way to-- Obi-Wan snapped his attention back to the floor, noting the thick covering of sand underfoot. His eyes travelled the ground, logging the terrain, trying to block out the brown, rusty stains dotted here and there. Silent testimonies to the fate of those who had come before. Reaching the other side of the pit, Obi-Wan’s eyes suddenly lighted on a pair of heavily booted feet. Obi-Wan lifted his gaze, travelling his sight up the man that had hitherto gone unnoticed. Standing with easy confidence next to the opposite iron gate, his opponent waited. He was human. A great hulk of a man. Easily the height of Qui-Gon, and twice the bulk. He was shirtless, arrogantly displaying that none of that bulk was owed to soft paunch, but rather bulging muscle and ropy sinew, all sheathed in bronzed skin scarred with much experience. This was the man Obi-Wan would have to defeat if he hoped to see the light of another day, for looking upon that hard, leering countenance, Obi-Wan could see no room for mercy, no hope of a quick knock down. Oh, Force. Size matters not. Size matters not. Obi-Wan repeated the mantra to himself like a lifeline. That better not have been the only time you ever lied to me, Master Yoda. Ignoring the jeering crowd, Sonu’s gladiator began to move towards Obi-Wan, looking the young Jedi up and down with the air of one completely unimpressed. When he was two meters away, just close enough to intimidate Obi-Wan with his towering body, he stopped. “I thought Sonu promised me a challenge,” he growled sulkily. “And here I stand before a mouse.” He snorted. “Yer’re no better than the usual rabble that gets thrown in here.” Obi-Wan snuffed out the lick of anger that wanted to flame inside him. Instead he turned it to strength and he straightened his back, looking the hulking giant straight in his dark eyes. With a calm he didn’t quite feel, he said, “Even mice have teeth.” The gladiator threw back his shaggy head and laughed, the sound of it grating out of his thick throat. “Ha!” he fixed Obi-Wan with his blunt stare once more. “Yer’ve got spirit, kid, I'll give yer that. M’be this will be some fun after all! M’be I’ll play with yer for a while. Like a forest cat plays with its prey before tearing it limb from limb.” Obi-Wan suppressed a shudder, glad that it went unnoticed by his opponent who had now turned back to take up his original position, waiting for some unknown signal. A sudden hush grew over the crowd leaving the silence of deadly anticipation hanging throughout the pit. And somehow this quiet was worse than the deafening din. Obi-Wan felt his skin prickle. Long seconds passed, gathering tension, until Sonu’s voice split the air, magnified mechanically throughout the room. “Let the Games begin!!!” The answering roar lifted the roof. Obi-Wan’s eyes snapped to his massive opponent. The other man gave an inhuman bellow and charged for the Jedi. Obi-Wan tensed. For one so large he was extremely fast and in seconds he was upon the young man. Hastily Obi-Wan stepped out of the giant’s way, narrowly avoiding the bear hug reaching out to crush the life from him. Each one of those arms were as thick as Obi-Wan’s whole body. If he were caught in their embrace, it would all be over. A fist swung out. Honed reflexes took over and Obi-Wan ducked, deflecting the next punch with the side of his arm, letting it roll past him and to the side. But even a glancing blow was enough to make his arm scream from the impact. Without the Force the pain blinded him for a second and the next strike got through, hitting Obi-Wan in the midsection. Stunned, Obi-Wan felt his body lift into the air and land in a painful heap a whole meter away. Gasping, he heard the crowd cheer its approval and saw through vision clouded with black spots his enemy raise his arms above his head playing to their cries before his attention turned back to the crumpled Jedi lying in the sand. "Kralti! Kralti!" The word pounded. Obi-Wan fought to draw breath into his bruised body as the giant gladiator stalked over, a cruel smile dancing across his rugged face as he raised both his fists high over the Jedi. Obi-Wan saw his intent and rolled desperately to the side, just as those powerful limbs smashed into the floor beside him, right where his head would have been. Staggering to his feet, Obi-Wan swung once more to face his massive opponent. And not a moment too late. No sooner had he got his shaking knees locked under him than the man was on him once more. Obi-Wan danced back, trying to get some space to move, to think, fighting against the fear that was starting to creep into his heart. He was going to lose. And lose badly. The fear built clutching at his throat. His mind reached blindly for Qui-Gon. Master, help me! Of course there was no answer, but Obi-Wan had not been Qui-Gon’s apprentice for over ten years without some of that infinite wisdom engraining itself deep down inside him, waiting to be called upon. Focus, Padawan, Obi-Wan could hear his Master’s voice as clearly as if it had been spoken in his ear. Don’t try to match his strengths, use his advantage against him. Obi-Wan’s thoughts raced. What could he do? This tower of muscle that he faced now was at least five times his match in strength without the Force to suppliment his own. And he was quick. Very quick. Focus Obi-Wan drew a breath. He had to be quicker. He was more nimble, more agile and hopefully the more skilled. This man may be an experienced brawler, but he was no Jedi. Ordering his thoughts and calming his racing pulse, Obi-Wan focused on the fight anew. The gladiator charged a third time and once again Obi-Wan jumped out of his path. The sand made it hard to move but he managed. The crowd roared it’s disapproval. “Coward!” they screeched. “Jedi coward! Stand and fight like the dog you are!!!” Not likely The thought flitted across Obi-Wan’s psyche. There was no way in the Force that he could stand toe to toe with this man. By now the gladiator had also grown tired of Obi-Wan’s evasions. He began to circle the Jedi carefully, calculating his next move. Obi-Wan waited, his every sense focused on the man prowling around him. The gladiator drew closer then took a lightening fast backhanded swipe at Obi-Wan’s head. The balled fist would have splintered his skull had it been allowed to make contact. But Obi-Wan ducked, letting the arm swing over him. Then he spun as the man’s heavy momentum carried him off balance, and landed a kick to the back of a thick knee. The weight bearing leg buckled, taking the giant to his knees. Quickly Obi-Wan moved to take advantage, cutting his elbow towards the centre of the man’s shoulder blades. But the gladiator was too experienced to stay on his knees for more than two microseconds. He shot to his feet and away before Obi-Wan’s blow could find its target. “Nice try, kid,” he sneered. “But yer’ll have t’ do better than that!” He swung back at Obi-Wan who barely dodged, then again, swinging for the Jedi’s legs, trying to bring him down. Obi-Wan jumped over a second swipe, tucked and rolled to his feet, putting some distance between them once more. But this time the gladiator wasn’t going to allow him to regroup. In a second he was on Obi-Wan again, swiping, lunging, diving. Obi-Wan had to bring all his training to bear just to stay one step ahead. He searched for an opening, a pattern. For long minutes they went on like this, each scoring hits upon the other, Obi-Wan feeling like he’d been hit by a sand crawler each and every time. Whereas the other man hardly seemed to flinch. He couldn’t keep this up. Doggedly Obi-Wan intensified his efforts, evading the lethal grasp. He had to hold on. Just a little longer. And his persistance began to pay off. He could almost feel his enemy’s frustration growing. Yes. Come on. Come on. Give me an opening. Then it happened. The gladiator made a hasty lunge. A final attempt to trap the wily Jedi in his grip. His club like arms shot out, eagerly reaching to close about muddied fabric--or would have done had the space not been completely free of Jedi. Obi-Wan leaped swinging out with his leg. His boot connected with the gladiator’s skull, spinning him round and dropping him to the floor. The crowd roared. Obi-Wan landed, twisting to face the fresh attack that would surely be upon him. But none came. His opponent lay prone upon the floor, unmoving. The man was unconscious. Obi-Wan blinked, for a second unable to comprehend what had just happened. Then his swirling brain caught up and relief flooded him. Obi-Wan took a step towards his fallen enemy trying to control his ragged breathing. He had done it. Reaching the man’s side he stretched out a hand to touch the injured skull. Which was when he found his wrist clamped in a vicelike grip. “Gotcha, Jedi.” Dark eyes snapped open, regarding Obi-Wan’s horrified face in black triumph. “That was the dumbest move yer'll ever make.” And with a mighty heave the uninjured gladiator swung to his feet, twisting Obi-Wan round like a puppet even as he brought his other arm up to choke the life out of the startled Jedi. Obi-Wan’s mind blanched. He was trapped. He couldn’t escape the grip that was pressing down upon him. He was dead. He had lost. All because of a foolish mistake. "Kralti! Kralti!" The crowd took up the chant once more. Obi-Wan's mind raced, searching for a weapon, anything he could use to get away. Then survival instinct took over and Obi-Wan did the most uncivilised thing he had ever done in his whole life. He bit down on the nearest meaty limb. Hard. The gladiator howled as Obi-Wan tasted blood and he found himself being flung across the pit. He hit the floor dazed but alive, cursing his stupidity. On the other side of the room the giant stood nursing his bleeding arm. Then his gaze found his quarry and murder strobed inside those dark depths. “Yer little--” He bellowed and charged, blood maddened and angry. In his haze of fury he made a blind swipe at Obi-Wan, who spun away from the clumsy strike. The giant snarled and dived. Once more the two bloodied warriors closed. The gladiator throwing every caution to the winds, thirsting now in his need to kill the Jedi. Obi-Wan tried. Force knew he did. But no amount of speed and wily evasion could protect him from such an onslaught. Exhaustion began to pull at him, sucking away at his advantage. One arm hung nearly dead by his side from one lucky and particularly savage blow. He had to do something. And fast. Dodging yet another frezied attack. Obi-Wan took a swing of his own, putting all his remaining strength behind his strike, catching the gladiator in the mouth. The lip split. The seething warrior yelled in pain, but the move was an ultimate mistake. Fury surged through the great body, lending speed to a savage kick. Obi-Wan did not have time to blink before the crushing blow caught him full in the side. The hit flung him clean across the room. Obi-Wan felt his head and body impact with the wall and fire chewed up his side. His ribs were broken. Unconsciousness swirled, trying to get him to succumb to its soothing depths. Down. Down. Through his darkening senses Obi-Wan heard a distant bellow of triumph and the ground seemed to shake. Blinking he looked up to see, as if in slow motion, his blood-maddened enemy charging towards him like an enraged Reek, fully intent on smashing him flat against the wall. Move! Something deep inside him demanded. Move, damn you And without knowing what power provided him with the strength, Obi-Wan moved. In the same instant there came a sickening crunch and a heavy thud. Obi-Wan blinked stupidly at the crumpled figure of his enemy, now lying silently upon the ground beside him, half expecting him to rise once more. Long seconds passed but the dreaded movement never came. Crimson blood seeped into the sand from an open head wound, adding to its already extensive collection of grizzly marks. Directly above, the wall had cracked. In his bloodlust, the gladiator had smashed against it, unable to stop himself. And now he lay unmoving at Obi-Wan’s feet. The crowd was wild. But Obi-Wan barely registered any of it. He could only stand stupidly, swaying on feet that no longer wanted to hold him, staring at the shallow breathing of his enemy whilst tasting the bitter, iron tang of blood upon his lips. tbc..... -----signature----- "Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall." Songfic writer addict! All of of my Fics and FanArt can be found in my bio
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NYCitygurl Title: Manager of SFFBC, C&G, and NSWFF Registered: Jul '02	Date Posted: 7/15/07 1:19pm Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 15/07/07
	Wow. Way wow. -----signature----- "Not till the moon falls. Not till the world ends."
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earlybird-obi-wan Registered: Aug '06	Date Posted: 7/15/07 1:24pm Subject: RE: The Game of Death (Qui/Obi, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) Updated 15/07/07
	Poor Obi-Wan, when will Qui-Gon rescue him? Fighting like that for his life and seeing the hurt and pain of others. -----signature----- writer and Star Wars fan FANART [link=http://boards.theforce.net/fan_art/b10020/25793899]fanart[/link] stories in my bio
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