So here is the sequel to Long Walk Off a Short Peir! I hope you enjoy this fic as much as the last one (if not more!).
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Wars!
The Heat of Tattooine was fading into the cool of the evening. The twin suns were setting. There was a soft breeze blowing. In short is was a fairly nice evening on the outskirts of Mos Eisley.
"Ooof!" Dengar grunted as he was punched in the face, sending him down into the sand. He got back up to attack his assailant. They tackled him to the ground, their small form on top of him, hands at his neck. He coughed out some sand which had some how found its way into his mouth. A swift kick with his left leg to the attacker's side made them go sprawling into the sand. The attacker spat out their own share of sand from their mouth.
"You are so dead for that!" They snarled.
"What? A little sand scare you?" He teased. They launched their next attack, diving into his knees. The blow knocked Dengar over. They managed to rip his wrap off, exposing his face, as they threw it aside. They grabbed his neck again, this time actually squeezing.
He rolled over so that He was now the one pinning them down. He pinned their arms by their side.
"You must be really angry with me!" Dengar laughed.
"Am now!" They said. They pulled their knees in and extended their legs, launching Dengar off of them.
"Alright, playtime's over!" They growled.
Dengar ran into the streets of Mod Eisley. 'Let's see how good your tracking skills are' Dengar thought.
He took random turns into alleys and down side streets. Finally he stopped hiding behind some crates in an ally. He didn't hear or see them coming. He laughed to himself, he'd lost them.
Suddenly something jumped down onto him from above. OK, so he hadn't lost them. They grabbed him by the throat from behind. Choking seemed to be their favorite move. He rammed the person attached to him into the wall behind him.
"Ugh!" They grunted in pain. After he rammed them again, they let go. He then pinned them on the ground where they had fallen. He pulled out his blaster and pointed it at their head.
"You know," They started, putting their hands up, "You were supposed to teach me to fight better, not how to get defeated."
"Sorry, Doll. Got carried away." Dengar said, standing up and offering Latts his hand. She took it and stood up rubbing her back.
"That's gonna leave a bruise." She winced.
"Sorry, but you told me not to go easy on you." He reminded her.
"Yeah yeah."
"Hey did you grab my wrap?" He asked, turning to face her.
"Yeah, grabbed it before I started following you." She said, handing it to him.
"So how did you get on that roof?" He asked.
"Um, I don't know if you noticed but the buildings on Tattooing aren't that tall. I climbed some crates." She explained.
"I'll have to remember that one." He said as they both began walking back to Dengar's place.
I hope you were surprised at who it was! Please review! Thank you.