Hal Crawford Aces' Club Hal smirked knowingly as Winterkill request that the Mercs stay away from the match for their own good. He'd heard that request a thousand times, and a thousand times the people who had been asked to stay out of the way checked their blasters and followed. He knew this would be no different - these Mercs were good people and they wouldn't let a comrade walk into a trap alone. As Havah Jeth moved out to shadow Winterkill and Mira T'saaren followed him, Hal gave the rest of the Mercs a big, toothy smile. "C'mon, folks, what are we waiting for?" he said with barely contained excitement. While the reactions to the match were mixed among the Mercs, Hal was a brawler. He was also no stranger to violence, and growing up on Nar Shaddaa he had even seen a few death matches before. Even though this was no bar fight and he hadn't even had a chance to drink anything yet, he could feel the adrenaline start to pump through him. Even if nothing happened, it would be a match to remember - that would be certain. Following right behind Mira, Hal exited the bar, stood to his full two meter height and walked off down the street. TAG: Mercs, etc.