The Arena Training Area (Kiri & Ted)

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"Fark, no," he spat decidedly. And that was all Brel had a chance to answer before his back thudded on the ground. It didn't hurt as much as he felt obviously caught off-guard. He managed to bring his arms up in front of his torso defensively, but they just ended up pinned between himself and Greer. The arm pressing against his throat was unpleasant, but he sensed no real aggression from his sparring partner. "I expect being traded or death are the only two ways out of here. And I don't know if he trades," not knowing Wells much at all, but masters where he came from did trade slaves regularly. But that was more for their vocations rather than sexual value.

As Greer shifted focus back to actual sparring, Brel realized he didn't have anything on his mind other than really dirty tricks, no real tactics. "Other than kneeing you in the balls, pulling your hair, or breaking your nose.." he used the list as a small distraction, then kicked off the ground with both legs and twisted to the side, hoping to roll Greer off him.
 

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Laughing, Greer rolled off him easily enough. “Well I wasn’t expecting that.” Coming to his knees he offered him a hand. “You know...you give off a...unique um vibe I guess you’d call it” he murmured still a little confused on what exactly it was.

Standing up he let go of he male’s hand and stepped back. “Okay. Now it’s your turn. Take me down.” He said shooting him a smirk. “I mean if you think you can. But please leave my poor balls alone.”
 

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"What were you expecting?" Brel sounded good-natured enough, being a mix of both smartass and genuinely curious. He was half sitting up, but he took the hand Greer offered and tugged himself back into a standing position. "Yeah, I get that.." The Zeltron race were known in their area of the universe as being affable and eager to please, and their pheromones contributing to this reputation wasn't exactly a secret. Though, they didn't blurt it out to those who were unaware, and Brel decided to keep it close to his vest in this place. One never knew when the slightest advantage could make a big difference.

Again, Brel lamented his lack of formal combat training. It was entirely unnecessary in his career as a racer. "Ok, well," he didn't expect that an amateur leg sweep would take Greer down, "remember, I'm here to learn." And with that, he dove forward, intending to wrap his arms around Greer's waist in a clumsy tackle. Though, Brel was solidly built, and there'd be quite a bit of force behind his dive, if it connected.
 

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The hit caused Greer to gasp, but luckily for him, he was expecting a solid hit so his body was able to move, his right foot sliding back and his body lowering to cause his weight to become heavier. Other than the jarring hit he wasn't pushed to the ground.

"Good, but not good enough" he teased, his arm wrapping securely around the back of the male's head. "If anyone ever rushes you like this make sure to keep your center of gravity and go for the head." He tightened his grip on him to demonstrate. Not enough to hurt but so he knew what he meant. "Crank the neck, always remember, where the head goes the body follows."

Letting go he pulled back and grinned down at Brel. "Never let yourself hit the ground in a fight. Being curb stomped if not a fun experience."
 

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There was a thud of muscle hitting muscle, and Brel was a bit surprised that Greer didn't go down. Though, he was taking advice from the other guy as he was now very obviously the superior fighter. For his effort, the Zeltron ended up in a headlock. That was an unfortunate turn of events. "Got it," he grunted through the hold. He wondered if he'd actually remember that advice in the heat of the moment in the future. It would need to be practiced until there was muscle memory, like many of his racing skills.

Brel was relaxing his hold around Greer's waist when suddenly he was released. He looked up for a moment, catching his breath before standing back up to his full height. He looked a darker pink than usual, probably from the headlock. "This is quite a bit more skilled than I'm used to." Brel was no stranger to the floor during barfights, but he always got up and was able to walk out when they were over. "I should probably not purposely get entangled with an opponent, huh?" he reconsidered trying to tackle Greer. If he had to hand-to-hand fight security in the future, it'd be best to keep it short encounters.
 

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Laughing Greer pushed at the brown hair that had fallen into his eyes. "Well for the most part, but honestly it depends on the opponent. You said you're used to bar fights, which most of the time means all hands on deck. It'd be weird for just two people to be fighting in a bar, emotions run high when a person's intoxicated. You'll probably end up facing multiple people at once." Shrugging he started shaking his body out, relaxing his muscles the best he could. "I'd say unless you're in a bar full of pro-fighters then most will definitely go down with a tackle If there's enough force behind it." Moving into a crouch, his hands out he lifted his chin indicating he wanted Brel to get ready for his attack.

"Now if you're going for a tackle take down like you did earlier, keep in mind that balance is key here." Before Brel could react Greer moved forward, faster than any normal human would be able to, and locked his arms around the back of the male's knees. "Go for behind the knee, take away their balance, makes it easier for you to take them down" Grunting Greer locked his arms securely around the males legs and lifted while pushing forward with his body. If the attack landed he'd be pinning the male under him, his arms caging him in.

"You don't have to be skilled in any form of fighting to get these down man, they're all basic defensive and offensive moves." Grinning down at Brel, his fangs flashed white in his tanned skin, "The more you practice or utilize them the more second nature they become."
 
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Brel returned the shrug. Aquilae was a planet of gambling, games, and debauchery for the most part. Bar fights were basically just part of the scenery. "Some of those pro fighters were my friends," he actually cracked a grin at that fond memory of his old life. "But, yeah. I haven't done a lot of sober fighting," and his expression dropped again, coming back down to his current situation and why he was interested in learning to be a better combatant.

The pilot was indeed caught off guard by how fast Greer moved. He didn't want to be on his back again, so he pitched forward, but not fast or well enough. After some awkward full-body wriggling, Brel toppled over backwards with another curse. They ended up as Greer intended, Brel on his back again with Greer above him. "I think I'll go with the leg sweep.." he muttered, thinking that lots of entanglement would just slow him down when he was in a hurry.

Brel let his arms fall to his sides on the mat with a huff, looking up at the smile on Greer's face, "Well, I'm up for practicing a lot. Not just because I'd prefer to stay out of sight as much as possible." Greer had proven his usefulness, but Brel still hadn't probed his intentions or revealed his own. He put in effort to extricate himself from the other man's hold, intending to roll to his side and sit up. "What about you. What are your thoughts on being here for the long haul?"
 
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Removing his body from over Brel, Greer sat on the mat beside him his arms wrapping loosely around his knees. Tilting his head at the male's question his eyes darkened.

"Yeah, not a thought at all actually." he said with a shake of his head. "I don't know how but I will NOT be here for the long haul." Hell no, fuck that shit. Greer had to stop himself on multiple occasions from just making random attempts at escaping. He couldn't afford to bring that much attention to himself. He didn't do well with authority and he had no plans of mixing it with that Hitoshi guy or their so-called master. Or any of the other males here for that matter. He'd done it once and he completely shamed himself, allowing the other to dominate him. Not happening again.

Shaking his self out of his less than pleasant thoughts he watched the other male with curiosity. "How about you? You're trying to stay off the radar...so what's your thoughts and plans about being here for the long haul?" His gaze was bright on Brel wondering why the other male kept poking his nose into Greer's thoughts and feelings on being here.
 

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Brel snorted lightly, "I want to stay off the radar because I just got out of the dungeon because I have no thoughts about staying here long term." His purple eyes looked to the door of the training area, more paranoid than anything. "Then, also, because of what someone gets done to them when they get noticed," he meant both sexually and general punishment.

"I don't plan to go back, nor do I plan to find out what happens to slaves when our looks fade," for all he knew, they could get retired to a retirement pleasure planet or sent to a sausage factory. "If Wells was a woman..." he trailed off, thinking that it would still be a hard sell to get him to stay, but it would certainly be more agreeable for the duration. "Leaving by shuttle was a bust. If you notice any other avenues of escape, you be sure to let me know." Brel somewhat put the active conspiracy in Greer's lap, still being cautious about the other man possibly being an in-house spy.
 

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Greer laughed at Brel's, "If Wells was a woman..." comment. "Yeah, I'm into guys and I still don't wanna rock that particular boat." he shuddered, face scrunching up at the thought. And it wasn't just because Wells was THE authority around here. The male gave Greer a serious case of the hibbie jibbies.

"Mmm...I'll be sure to let you know. And no offense but I'll be learning from your mistake and NOT attempt a shuttle anytime soon." He said shooting the other male an unapologetic smile. Tilting his head back he watched the ceiling for a minute. "So how was the dungeons?" he asked finally. Once a slave was taken there, he wondered how exactly well the area was watched. Did the guards assume there was no way an escape could be made? It was food for thought.
 

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"Huh," it seemed that Greer was slightly better suited for life here, but the lack of free will was a powerful counterbalance. Brel didn't seem overly concerned about the proclivities of his training partner, though. "I've gotten very little attention from him, and I'm worried my .. luck .. won't last forever." He was sort of a sudden acquisition, and Wells had seemed too busy to do more than a casual poke of a surface inspection.

"It's fine. One should learn from the mistakes of others. I'm used to a life of making mistakes would have meant my death, so the stakes are arguably less, here..." so long as Brel continued to enjoy being alive. "The dungeons... The Cages, they call them, were just that. They weren't very busy while I was there. Some wild thing was in at first, but I couldn't see it. They eventually took it out after it calmed down. Guards. Basic security. No privacy. 3 bland meals a day. For me, he worry of being visited was the biggest punishment."
 

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"Hah...do I not fit the image of gay?" he asked curious. Sighing Greer fell back against the mat, his arms lifting to cushion his head. "I'm sure neither of our luck will last very much longer..." he muttered softly. He wasn't one to dwell over things but his eventual run in with Wells was pretty far up there on his 'What I don't want to happen' list.

"Something wild? Hmm..." It didn't surprise him, considering the creatures he'd already seen roaming the halls here. "But no one actually came to do anything untoward to you" he said this with a slight wiggling of his brows. "I mean there are also women here, since I'm sensing that's more your tastes."
 

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Brel rolled his eyes, "Not that. It just seems like there's quite a dense population here. I gotta wonder why Wells bothered to bring me in." Then he let out a long sigh, seeming to mirror Greer's sentiment. "Maybe you should get on that escape plan. Let me know what you cook up."

"No. No one touched me except to take my clothes and then a thorough scrubdown afterwards,"
now that he thought about it, exiting the Cages was pretty fuzzy, and he didn't remember where he got his current clothes. "Yeah, well.. there are a couple things. There's some hierarchy. You can't just grab anyone, if you're so inclined. Secondly, I've had other things on my mind and not a lot of time to just roam around, so far. Thirdly... I'm not some sleemo. Whore's are one thing. They're not into you, but they're into your money. Fine. It's business. I grew up as a slave, but not like.. this," his tone of disgust was clear. "I prefer my women to have a bit of agency. I'm not convinced most of the ones around here haven't been lobotomized."
 
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