A25 Slinging a fist forward Mulch went right along with the hand on face policy with a good ol fashioned set of knuckles against Deff'Ead's nose. His left arm immediately swung out to follow up with a hook into his jaw but the press against his face had him temporarily blinded, foiled by depth perception! Whiffing the swing he juts his knee forward attempting to plant it squarely in his battle bruva's stomach.
When Reshiel came to her senses, she was lying on an uncomfortable slab of cloth. Her face was throbbing, blanketed with a numb pain, and every movement she did with her head hurt. She tried opening her eyes. A lance of disgusting light shot through the dark orbs, and directly into the brain. Her brain did not like that, and responded with more pain. Not the pleasant kind of pain, but rather these minor, unpleasant things like a headache, or that searing feeling right before you vomit. Reflexively, her lids fell down again to protect her sensitive eyes from the lamp's light, but not before she let out an annoyed grunt. "Ah, you're awake, xenos. Good. Now leave", a harsh male voice said, unrefined, smokey. Before she could protest, she felt someone shoving her off the bed and heard another body being dropped on it soon after. There she stood, for a minute, two, before she opened her eyes again. It was still too bright, but better. Grabbing her gun, she left for the ship, reflecting on her loss against her crewmate. That fight was one she could never have won - not against a creature like him, not in a state like hers. In complete silence, she returned to the ship and withdrew to her quarters.
A25 The first face blow stunned him for a moment and the knee hurt like a squiggoth kick, but sheer orky toughness kept Deff'eads hands on his opponents head. He could feel his opponent pushing in with his head to counter his hands pushing. He grinned and switched to pulling his opponent into a headbutt, using Mulch's force against him with his own to smash his forehead against the other ork's nose. Using the expected stun to try and kick him off with his feet and stand up.
A25 Headbutted! Mulch would later ponder how exactly he got the name Deff'ead after such a blow but for now he was trying to comprehend how his foe had been kunning enough to replace his head with a power fist. In response to the ensuing confusion hazing over his thoughts the Ork tightened his grip on the other and simply latched on until a particualrly kunnin (Gorky really) idea hit him! Trying to out Ork another Ork the Ork threw his head forward again, and again and again! Ork.
A25 The kicks proving unsuccessful against another ork should have been expected, but he had gotten too used to fighting against weak 'umies. Deff'ead took a moment to decide what to do next, which proved to not be so smart as Mulch smacked him with a counter headbutt. The next course of action was clear to the impact addled brain of the ork, Headbutt! Both orks continued headbutting each other for some time, blood starting to gush from stretch cuts on Deff'eads face, which he continued to not pay attention to.
A25 There wasn't anything more to it, cranium to cranium, Ork brutality versus the center of Ork kunnin..nality? Sounds right propah. While a supreme test of wills and strength for both Mulch and Deff'ead to the audience the reactions were mixed. Some wondered why the Orks were attempting to mate in the middle of combat, others simply laughed, others were attempting to make heads or tails of who was winning, on the edge of their seats if only because they weren't sure who amongst the betters would be winning.
A25 (OOC: Well Alldooms asleep right now sadly but I can post an intended finisher at least) So it carried on, skulls thumped together like the thunder clapped the sky above or lightning crashed toward the sky. Eventually Mulch was starting to grow tired of this, it was exciting but the headache was becoming a bit too much for his taste and more importantly he was starting to see darkness in the corners of his eyes. Throwing himself backward rather than going for the next headbutt he waited for Deff'ead to whiff the strike before rocketing his skull forward to go brow to brow one final time.
A25 Deff'ead was fine with this fight, he had grown up using his head to great effect and he wasn't about to stop now. Gork and Mork he could even keep up this fight for the rest of his life! (which wouldn't have been that long if he had continued) In an almost mechanical fashion Deff'ead threw his skull forward once more, but it didn't connect. Instead he could see in slow motion how Mulch smacked him for the final time. The ork came to about 5 sec later, quite annoyed but also beaten. "Ah zog dis! You win, iz unfair anyway, you've got an 'orde of pink grots wiff ya." As Mulch got off him he rubbed his head, growled at the visions of gretchin dancing at the edge of his view and the song of pidgeonsquigs ringing in his ears. Deff'ead stomped off to the register to collect the second place prize winnings, or at least tried to as he had trouble walking straight. From their he headed directly for the ship, daring any prospective fools to challenge him for his money, he would love to beat the snot out of some humie at the moment.
