The klengon squad and your gang form two lines and Creature and Tumek circle each other warily.  The two fighters lunge for each other in the same instant, each catching the other's blow on his shield.  Tumek rocks back, bobbing and weaving, waiting for a chance to duck in under Creature's reach.

[take 2 hp damage]

[EDIT: take NO damage.  Per EC p22: Saving Throws of less than half the needed value = no damage!]

"Yo.momma..so..fat..go..on..all..lard.diet.....lose..5..pounds"

Creature continues his momma jokes in an effort to distract the Klengon from the deadly task at hand.  Getting in close with his shield he attempts to stomp on the foe's foot.

Attack: 36% HIT
Damage: 9
Save: 97% FAIL

Do you want me to reroll initiative each round or just play on?

"Hey! Somethin' stinks around here...smells like a Klengon "Porta Potty"!", with that Buck jumps any additional Klengon from the gang using his makeshift club.  
Initiative: 8 (not sure if we apply bonus...if so, please do so)
Attack: 9 (way successful..finally)
Damage: 1 + 2 = 3
Save: 43% (missed)

Quote from: wulfgar;255345Do you want me to reroll initiative each round or just play on?

[First round was a tie so we'll reroll this round.  Once we've got an order we'll stick with it]

Quote from: Rondo;255347"Hey! Somethin' stinks around here...smells like a Klengon "Porta Potty"!", with that Buck jumps any additional Klengon from the gang using his makeshift club.

[Right now the klengons and your crew are separated into two lines, with Creech and Tumek slugging it out in the middle.  Buck would have to charge the Klengon line to attack one of them.  That your plan?]

Initiative for Creature: -2

Feinting a leg kick the klengon springs forward with a superman punch, but mistimes it.  Creature bobs to the side and stomps down hard with his square boot....

...leaving only a size 13 footprint in the dust.  Tumek evades the stomp with ease and backs away again, circling Creature.  The klengon bares his teeth in a wicked grin.

[Initiative is now set, advantage Tumek]

"Yo..Momma..so..ugly...no..need..mask..for..halloween"

Creature feints another stomp, and then slams forward with a head but.

Attack: 56% HIT
Damage: 13
Save: 57% FAIL

As Creature lunges forward Tumek springs up and catches him with a flying knee!  Creature is rocked but wraps his free arm around the klengon and flings him to the ground.  Tumek rolls to his feet and raises his guard.

[take 9 HP damage, ouch.  Leaves you at 5, I believe.  This is non-lethal damage, but you'll need to roll Survival + your STR score to fight on below 0 HP.  -16 is fatal.

[That's it for me till lunchtime, maybe till this evening.]

(nah...I'll just stand like a bump on a log)

(I thought I was just down to 6 HP: 9 damage just now and 1 from earlier, but I will yield the JM's accounting of course)

"Yo..Momma..so..smelly..even..you.notice"

Attack: 4% HIT
Damage: 8
Save: 13% SAVE

Creature feints high to get the Klengon's shield up and then snaps off a kick to the knee.

(Get him Creech!  Shove his elbow up his butt!)

[It's all getting very Tom of Finland here at the arena...]

[Manly men and their rowdy ways, eh?  Well if you're just going to stand there snarking...]

Hobson stands tapping his foot, waiting for the confused conehead to recognize him.  Quazarn glances back and forth between hobling and arena in a state of morbid psychometric confusion -- no doubt exacerbated by a sudden daydream of open mic night in an off-license comedy club.

"There you are officer.  And you've nailed the cheating warlock!"  A strapping, mustachioed human in a tight black uniform strides toward you.  His baritone voice rings musically from the tunnel walls.  "I could just sing!"

[Still a fair ways away -- just passing through the turnstiles.  Between you and him are the passageways leading off to the lounges, the narrow screening gate at the foot of the ramp leading into the arena, and a silently weeping camera-droid.

[Note also that these events take place several hours earlier in the day than the fighting going on in the arena, so we'll have to get real, um, creative if that's where you're running off to...]

"The cheating warlock certainly...although, depending on your intended use of the term, I may not be nailing him. Indeed, I must remove him at once, to...oh dear...interrogate him in the locker room."

"I like the sound of that!  Let's slow down a bit though."  The Chief continues strutting toward you.  "I don't think I recognize you, officer.  What precinct you from?"