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Fewd's logical sector of his brain has come to the conclusion that the rest of his brain was fairly mad, with the exception of maybe his body control.
The language center has suddenly decided that hailing the nearest mind with it's odd insanity is a fairly good idea. Lounge Lizard's mind is suddenly faced with an onslaught of twisted words, pictures, ideas and smells.
:: LL is confused, and then angered at Fewd's gibberish and ravings. He tightens his hand even more, and the sphere squeezes into the size of a golfball, intense light emanating from its core. ::
Enough of this!
:: LL releases his hand, generating a Force push...sending the Implosion sphere forward, toward Fewd ::
Fewd's body uncoils and leaps into the air, over the energy ball and at Lounge Lizard with surprising speed. He lands with his feet in LL's stomach, and Fewd's left hand on his shoulder. The right hand delivers a fierce punch to the dark Jedi's temple.
"GrrrrrrRRR!"
TTT
*LV took a small step, not having anticipated this move by the Jedi, yet she stood her ground... I must not interfere.*
*she walked over to stand by Videl... both women watched the proceedings quietly*
:: LL drops to the ground, in severe pain. He moves to stand up, but cannot find the immediate control or strength, and thus falls back to the ground, gasping. ::
Fewd rides Lounge Lizard into the ground, primitive fury pumping in his vains. He remembered vaugely the time when someone and their friends had decided playing around during a chemisty experiment would be pretty funny, the acid almost leaving him blind. He had snapped then too. Nonetheless, he continued to savagely punch LL in the chest and face.
"ast... ard... bastard... what the hell did I do to you?"
:: LL's head and shoulders bounce off the ground with the force of each of Fewd's strikes, pain and disorientation mounting. He gathers as much concentration as he can, and as Fewd pulls back to deliver another left strike, LL arches his back, and drives his right hand upwards, smashing straight forward onto Fewd's knuckles, the energy carrying up his entire arm and dislocating his shoulder. The shock is enough to stop Fewd's momentum, and LL grabs the dislocated arm by the wrist, and kicks upward with his left foot, catching Fewd's right shoulder and flipping him over, hyperextending the Jedi's already-dislocated left shoulder as he falls back. Fewd falls backward and LL just lays there for a second ::
The shoulder makes a sad pop as it comes free of the socket. Fewd lands back first in the mud with a plop, and gets back up. He walks back toward the Bar & Grill.
*LV watched Fewd pick himself up and begin to walk towards the bar... she frowned... Odd. The Jedi is ending the sqermish*
*she then looked back at LL who just lay there, breathing heavily*
*she stood there, wanting to help LL up, but not wanting to risk wounding his pride and honor... therefore she opted to stay put*
*she would wait it out patiently*