You're not going down yet. Raise those fists!

You open your eyes and stare at Ri'Gor. You know how you must look. A mass of bruises, cuts, near broken bones and dislocated joints. But you are not done yet. You're going to finish this fight the only way you know how. With you standing victorious or lying ****. And you're gonna make sure Ri'Gor earns every inch of this fight if its the latter.

You take another breath and think. You've got the Calikasian's style down. You just need to find a way around the speed of his attacks. You can't dodge him and blocking just barely lessens the blows he's been laying all over you. You glance at him and an idea begins to form. Your eyes drift over him form and try to anticipate what he'll open the match up with first. From his stance (slightly lent forward on the balls of his feet, weight on the left side) he's going to rush in and throw a right punch at you. You nod to yourself, then return focus to him and raise your fists back up. Instantly he pounces forward, throwing a right hook straight for the side of your head. You duck and fling yourself into a forward roll, spinning your body around and planting your feet as fast and hard as you can while raising your arms and holding your open hands to your left. Now you just need Ri'Gor to- YES! He spins his body to the right, using the momentum from his missed hook shot to go into a spinning back kick. As his leg comes around, you grab onto it as hard as you can and spin your body, pulling him off balance and flinging him onto the ground with you on top of him.
Instantly clamping your knees into his waist, digging them in as tight and secure as you can and bringing your body in low so he can't use his elbows, you start throwing punches into his face as fast and hard as you can. Right, right, left, right, right, left elbow, right punch, left punch, right elbow, hammering into his face, feeling his legs kick desperately, unable to budge you or block your sudden furious ****! Through the sweat and flecks of blood dripping over your eyes, you see shock enter Ri'Gor's eyes as he tries to withstand your frenzied punches and even a hint of... fear.
Soon gone is any attempt at form and you swing your fists wildly, a constantly flurry of haymakers, catching the defenseless Ri'Gor in the head, whipping his face from side to side! Out of the corner of your eye, you realise that your audience is sitting in stunned silence, expressions betraying their disbelief at the sight in front of them.

Seconds later you feel all strength leave your arms, your last bursts of adrenaline wearing off. You shake your head and scream at the top of your lungs. You're not finished YET!! You grab the front of his body armour and pull him up, bringing your head down in a crushing headbutt that crosses the Calikasian's eyes and he falls back ****. Or close enough not to make a difference.

Your body finally gives up the ghost. Whatever **** was holding you upright is gone now. You flop to the side, lying on your back and gazing up at the ceiling. Your vision blurs red but you don't have the energy left to raise your shaking hands and wipe your stinging eyes. Around you, you hear a mad scramble and see Rebel’s face appear above you, thankfully blocking out the overhead lights. She holds her hand out towards the rest of the crew.
"Sirona! Bandana!"
Instantly the piece of fabric flies into Rebel's hand and she wipes it gently over your face, clearing the blood and sweat caking your face. Your eyes close as you let out an exhausted sigh. You've been in fights before. You've been tortured for hours without pause. You've had sex that had lasted most of the weekend and left you very sore, very satisfied and walking funny for a few days afterwards. But you have never felt the kind of mind-numbing pain that your body is enduring at the moment. It feels like battery acid is pumping through your veins. Even closing your eyes aches almost beyond acceptance. Distantly, you hear Rebel barking orders at the others. You **** your eyes open just in time to see Rhian and Veranis unfurling what looks like the tarp cover for the shuttle while 'Cuda and Sirona rig up a makeshift tent frame to drape it over. Just as its completely assembled, Garge comes running up to Rebel, lugging her medics bag with him. Quickly opening it, she pulls out a case of needles and wipes a section of your arm clean before, jabbing the needle in quickly, making you hiss.
"Try and relax. Its my own recipe. Morphine, oxycodone, methadone, aspirin, ibuprofen and steroids. You've got about thirty seconds before you're out like a light for about twelve hours. Anything you need to say?"
"Yeah... Don't blow up my ship."
Rebel laughed and moved over to Ri'Gor who was starting to come round. His feline face slowly turns and he looks you dead in the eyes... then smiles.
"Good fight human."
You try to nod, but you feel the contents of Rebel's injection flooding through you and instead close your eyes, finally drifting off into peaceful oblivion.