"Oy! Who said they wanna slap 'ands!" A bellowing voice sounded from beneath the darkened awnings beyond the fighting pit. Out of the shadows, a fat, balding, heavily tattooed and greased up man wearing little more than rag cloth trousers appeared. "I'll show ya how to slap 'ands, boys."
Woe looked from the bladesman to this new challenger, and quirked an eyebrow at both of them.
To the bladesman, "You know this... man?" Inquiring, he looked at the man, taking in his pear-like form.
The bladesman palmed his face and shook his head, "He's just a drunk that likes to get fucked up down here. Won't be any trouble to us. Just..."
Here the bladesman lowered his voice, so Woe would hear, "Don't let him catch a fish hook in your eye or anything... the man isn't the best fighter, but he's tricky and dirty."
Woe nodded to the advice with a shrug and then turned to give the pear-shaped combatant a chance. Without warning the fat man charged him, shouting what must've been his name, "Gwar, wago dirtbag!" And with that, he barreled into Woe's solar plexus, knocking the senses out of him for more than a bit.
Woe's vision was a haze, as he then jumped up with surprising agility, and began fighting the bladesman. The bladesman tried to grapple with Gwar, but the fat man's skin was slick with either sweat or grease, and every attempt slipped off of him with ease. The bladesman shot a jab at his face, in hopes of catching him, but Gwar merely ducked beneath it, and put the man in an armbar.
Once he was locked in place (which must've been a feat for as greasy as Gwar was), the bladesman began tapping his shoulder, giving up as Gwar twisted and nearly popped the socket. He might have even, if the bladesman didn't collapse then and there, and give in to shock.
Once he went limp, Gwar groaned, "Aww, no fun. You guys were supposed to be a challenge." His eyes roved from the bladesman, and then over to Woe, who swiftly shut his eyes. Gwar must have noticed him watching, for as he got up and stepped over the mortalborn, he grabbed him by the collar and dragged him to a sitting position. Gwar was to squat and small to really lift him up on his feet.
"Oy, boy, ya wan' learn Vy'ufnaji?! Fight like a real piece of..."
Woe stammered, and stepped tentatively away from the man, "I prefer my own style..."
Gwar's eyes widened, and he threw his hands to the side, "Aw, what? Yer grab bag of pit grapplin' and Ki'Enaq? Nah, boy. You gotta learn a real man's way. Ki'enaq is for women and kids. I can teach ya to hook a man in place with little more than a finger, and escape holds that a gorilla couldn't navigate!"
Woe wasn't in the mood for lessons. He didn't remember his last training session very fondly. "I just remembered, I have to meet my wife..." Woe stammered, and then beat a hasty retreat.
"Fookin pansy. Come back when you're ready to deal some pain..."