Star Wars Game

"That sort of has something to do with thoughts. He has some sort of drug," Itoetiw said to Bie-Jo.

"Oh, yeah," Bie-Jo responded, feeling slightly stupid for not realizing it. "How about a friendly fight of some sorts?"

"Friendly and a fight? Explain," Itoetiw says.

"You know, something like a fencing match, where you can't actually hurt each other."

"That might work..."

"Well then, let's see if he'll agree to it."

You ask him, and he replies, "I'm not the fighting type. How about when the guards finally get up here, you fence them? How can I be certain you won't kill them?"

"Ah, well, since your guards are unarmed, I will fight unarmed as well, so it will be very unlikely for any of us to die. If they lose, then I will have shown the strength of the Republic and you will agree to their laws. If I lose, we will leave and never return."

"How about a gradual change of laws if you win?"

"Deal, but if your guards win we leave, but may return."

"It's the deal I said or no deal at all," he says looking even more annoyed.

"Alright. Deal."

"Are you sure he won't cheat?"

"I don't see how, I'm fighting his guards, not him."

After about an hour of waiting, 2 gamoreans arrive up the stairs exhausted. One falls over. "These are the guards I was talking about. It's unfortunate that they took so long... I made a wager with these people. You fist fight with... Which one of you are fighting?" the man says.

"I can fight one, and Jira can fight one, or I'll just fight."

"No, I just want one person to fight the one that... isn't lying on the floor right now," he says. "None of your fancy magic stuff, got it?"

"Deal."

"So..." he looks at Bie-Jo, "You're going to fight?"

Bie-Jo replies in the affirmative and attacks the guard, trying to land a powerful punch in his abdomen.