A Good 'Ol-Fashioned Brawl

[Nei Laa]

[member="Joran Del-Finn"]

Nei could feel Joran begin to shift again, which prompted another string for curses and her to struggle even more frantically. But his grip on her arm would not relent. It didn't help that her right arm was useless.

She felt herself being lifted up into the air again, slamming down into the floor and reawakening the pain in her back and head. Her head and chest was then pinned down and her arm trapped between his legs, twisted uncomfortably and with a building pressure.

The pain and the new blow to the head caused her consciousness to flicker in and out. Everything was hurting too much to ignore, now. Her back, her head, her tresses, her arms...And Nei was smart enough to realize that unless she wanted both of her arms to be useless she needed to concede now, no matter how bad it might taste.

Feet scraping at the floor as she writhed, Nei shouted, "Fi'sehan, fi'sehan! Do chonda! Do chonda!" Her eyes were closed as she fought to stay alert.

Stupid human. Stupid Nei. Stupid, stupid, stupid!

 

[Joran Del-Finn]

[member="Nei Laa"]

Joran let her go, he wasn’t trying to hurt her. She conceded and that was that. Joran got to his feet and dusted himself off as he reached a hand out to help Nei from the ground. His experience had won him the day, but she was a scrappy little fighter, plenty of skill.

“First round is on you then, yeah?” he held his hand out to help her up.

 

[Nei Laa]

[member="Joran Del-Finn"]

Nei felt better as soon as Joran released her. Nonetheless, the Nautolan remained on the ground for a moment, allowing herself to recuperate enough to block out most of the pain.

When she opened her eyes, she found an outstretched hand and a question awaiting her. No 'I hope you aren't hurt too badly, Nei.' or 'You did pretty good, Nei.'. Nope! Straight to the drinks. Stupid human, she grumbled, even as she realized her bitterness was due to the fact that she'd lost, fair and square. "Hrmph," she grumbled.

Grabbing Joran's hand, the Nautolan hefted herself up with a groan. At least no broken ribs this time, she thought. As soon as she was on her (unsteady) feet, she dropped his hand like a hot rock from Mustafar and commenced inspection of her right shoulder, peeling off the armour there. While she examined it, Nei grunted, "Well, duh. That be the deal, si'hklesi foh." Hmm. Her shoulder was swollen, badly, but once she popped it back in place she was confident it would go down drastically -- she'd experienced plenty of dislocated shoulders. "Which place, which time? And don't pick expensive place; I not have enough money for that."

 

[Joran Del-Finn]

[member="Nei Laa"]

“The cheaper the better, Love.” he gave her a cheeky smile. He knew the life of a smuggler didn’t always pay well. Eyed her shoulder, not in any obvious way, but he took note of it. It looked, well it looked pretty bad, but survivable and to people in their line of work survivable was as good an outcome as any.

“How, ‘bout you, get an shower, take a day or so to let that shoulder come down and then you, take me to your favorite place? I’m sure that’s plenty cheap.”

 

[Nei Laa]

[member="Joran Del-Finn"]

Nei let out a sigh. Her analysis of her shoulder led her to conclude that she would need to have it be popped back in pronto, and in her shape that was going to be difficult.

She turned back to face Joran, who was also looking at her shoulder and rambling on about how she only ate cheap. Deciding to not take offense to what she considered an insult, the Nautolan scowled. "Fine. Whatever. First, though, pop my shoulder back. You break it, you fix it." Sure, not the nicest way to ask for help, but Nei was never good at that to begin with. Besides, she was still sore over losing.

 

[Joran Del-Finn]

[member="Nei Laa"]

“You, got it.”

Joran stepped foreword facing her, grabbing her injured arm as gingerly as he could, he propped it onto his shoulder.

“Now, you push as hard as you can against me, yeah?” at this point her arm should be fully extended or as fully extended as she could manage while she pushed as hard as she could against Joran’s shoulder/chest area. He then with his opposite hand, grabbed her gently around the waist. He gave her his most charming smile and leaned in just slightly enough, that she may have mistook his intentions, before he gave a quick jerk and pushed his weight against her arm jamming the shoulder back in place with a crack loud as a gunshot.

 

[Nei Laa]

[member="Joran Del-Finn"]

Nei coordinated herself so that she was working in tangent with Joran to prep her arm for relocating. The pain of moving her arm made her wince, but it was quickly ignored in light of a more pressing matter.

She eyed the human suspiciously as he placed his arm around her waist, smiling. She was just about to ask what the kriff he was playing at when he jerked forward and popped her shoulder back in place with a loud crack.

Letting out a howl of pain, Nei bared her teeth and swung her face forward, chomping down on Joran's shoulder. It was as much of a reflex thing as it was intentional -- he did/i] call her cheap earlier, after all. Of course, if asked she would just say it was reflex, since there was no belt or cloth to bite down on for her.

 

[Joran Del-Finn]

[member="Nei Laa"]

“Fucking hell, girl.”

Joran peeled the Natoulan off his shoulder. She bit him! Like a force damned crazy person. And here he thought the fight was over. Joran held back the urge to break her face open and just let her go.

 

[Nei Laa]

[member="Joran Del-Finn"]

As Joran peeled Nei off of him, she swiped a tongue over her teeth. No blood, which meant she hadn't broken the skin. There was, however, the taste of sweat -- a taste that would take several shots of whiskey to get rid of. "Sorry," she said nonchalantly. "Reflex."

The Nautolan swung her arm carefully, testing it. The swelling was already starting to go down and the pain was nearly non-existent. She turned back to Joran, a slight smirk on her face. The bite had made her anger over losing dissipate a bit. "I see you in a day," she said, before walking towards the exit, stopping only to collect her weapons and helmet.