Simon had never been in a bar fight, not really, much as Corvin from third year Medicad would have disagreed . When you liquored up young men from good families who had stressful medical studies, he’d found, the result was more often sex or singing or public nudity. They’d had quite enough of damaged bodies for one day usually, of bruises and broken bones, and were in the mood to have fun rather than try out their schoolwork on themselves. So he’d been found singing naked on a statue of Herodotus but he’d never been in a bar fight.
It is so important to experience new things while on an unfamiliar planet he thought wryly as a man’s fist met his face. The blow would bruise, he was certain, but in the moment, dulled by alcohol, it was merely a pressure registered only because it knocked him backwards into a chair. His own punch went wide. Gorram it he decided and simply ran straight ahead and artlessly body slammed his opponent as hard as he could, sending them both tumbling over a nearby table in an aimless tangle of arms and legs. Simon somehow managed to land on top of the tangle and then to scramble backwards as the man wrestled with a chair. There was someone behind him though and he whirled, fist raised, only to lower it and stare at the person in front of him in complete bewilderment.
“Jace—“ he started incredulously…only to be cut off most of the way through as the man on the floor seemed to simultaneously decide that getting off the floor wasn’t going to happen and that if Jacen was talking to Simon and punching his friend he needed to be brought down too. The result being that a chair was suddenly swung, at ankle level, at the doctor and former Sith lord, knocking the first flat on his back.