Pushing Wrex into the ground, I land on top of him and begin trying to pin him to the floor as I spread out on top of Wrex my helping to get the leverage I need, though his constant bucking has me struggling to make a hold.
Eventually, Wrex is able to break my hold by rolling over like a crocodile, his weight popping one of my ribs out of place.
Reeling from the unexpected sensation I see Wrex roll back over me, though our position reverses and Wrex mounts me only to begin wailing on me.
Pummelling my arms and chest with his weighty blows, making me feel like I'm Mike Tyson's punching bag.
I endure the blows for what feels like an eternity, until I find an opening, throwing my left arm forward, Wrex catches it with his armpit bringing his left arm down like an axe as he roughly snaps the arm in half at the elbow.
With the sickening snap still ringing throughout the room I do my best to lift my chest upward, freeing my spiked tail I had been concealing.
Wrapping it around my chest I can drive the spiked tip into Wrex's chest, aiming for a gap on his chest plating I can see through the outline of his skin suit.
Piercing the suit and the leathery skin beneath, I see orangish-yellow blood dripping down my spiked tail as a look of shock fills Wrex's and the crowd's eyes...
Until Wrex's shock turns into a murderous glee as he grips my tail, ripping it out of his chest, snapping the spike in half before headbutting me as red fills my vision and I black out for the rest of the fight.
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A flickering florescent light slowly brings me from the fog I had found myself in as I find myself on a familiar padded mattress.
"Hey kid, you're finally awake. About damn time, been getting sick of waiting for your sorry ass to stir. Nearly thought I killed ya." I see a stout shirtless krogan sitting in a chair, his chest wrapped up like mummy as medigel splotches seep through several spots across his chest and side mixing with his orangish-yellow blood.
"God damn... I feel like I was hit by truck..." I groan before I ask with little hope, "So... Did I win?"
"Heh, heh, heh... Nope..." Wrex chuckles with an evil laugh.
"Shit... Looks like I'm truly broke now, now what am I gonna do?" I curse with a sigh as Wrex roughly pats me on my shoulder.
"Easy, kid, I didn't say that. We tied... Here's your share of the pot... After paying your medical bills with the rest, of course." Wrex says with a smirk as he sends me 20,000 credits.
"Tied? How in the bloody hell did that happen?" I ask him, shocked as I tilt my head in confusion.
"Beats me, we both entered a blood rage and they had to tranque us before we started attacking the audience. But since we both went down, they called it a draw and split the championship money." Wrex says with a shrug.
"Eh, not that bad at least... Just 80,000 credits away from getting my license." I say with a disheartened sigh.
"Get your license? Ah, were you kicked out, kid? Been there, the reinstatement fees are a pain." Wrex says with a nod of understanding.
"Reinstatement? Nah, mate, never bounty hunted a day in me life." I tell Wrex with a shrug.
"Ah, you must've just got out of service then, am I right?" Wrex asks after nodding his head in understanding.
"Nope, never been ta war or trained in combat." I say with another shrug, obviously stumping the veteran krogan.
"No offense kid, but what the fuck are you?" Wrex says as he looks at me, obviously puzzled.
"Human." I say with a smirk, enjoying his confusion.
"Aren't humans shorter, and squishy? Are there other types of humans on your worlds? Like warriors, scientists, workers, and all that." Wrex asks as he leans back, still trying to figure out what the fuck I am.
"None of the above, mate. I was kidnapped by a crazy salarian and experimented on for over a year and this is what popped out of the test tube." I tell him with a shrug.
"Damn salarians... Welcome to the club, kid..." Wrex says with a look almost akin to sympathy across his scaly face before he places his clawed hand against his chin as he appears be in thought.
"Hey, kid. I've got a deal for you, I'll cover your license fee if you help me complete three jobs I've got to take care of." Wrex says after deliberating for several minutes.
"Really? What kind of jobs?" I asked, unsure as to this unexpected opportunity.
"I've got a couple gangs I need to wipe out in the lowest section of the wards and could use a second gun to watch my hump." Wrex tells with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Sure thing, mate. But why me? There must be dozens of guns for hire you could call on." I ask Wrex, unsure why he wants me along for these jobs.
"It's simple, you're a rookie, so if you betray me it won't be hard to track you down and gut you like a pyjak. But you're also a natural fighter so if you survive, you'll make a decent merc." Wrex says with an approving nod.
"Fair enough, when do we start huntin'?" I ask, stretching the stiffness out of my joints as I feel my bones setting back into place.
"Like the spirit kid, but first we got to get you some proper kit. What's your favorite weapon?" Wrex asks as he stands up from his chair.
"I've never really fired one before, but I think an assault rifle would be good to start?" I tell him after I pull myself up from the bed and find a change of clothes in the corner of the room that I slip on.