Private Beat Up Beat Down Whats the Difference?

[Taru Cadera]

With the shuttle on autopilot and hurtling through hyperspace, Taru was free to walk around the small interior, staring at the buttons, cubbies, and whatnot junk which spacers and naval personnel had to deal with on a near-daily basis. He deemed himself lucky to not be one of them, although he did admit that being a starfighter pilot could be cool, but pretty stupid. Taru wasn't the type of zabrak to needlessly throw himself headfirst into dangerous situations, well at least those where his chances of death were extremely high. And starfighter pilots were one hell of a different breed of people. Crazy people, but necessary.

Armed with only a simple hold-out blaster and the clothes on his back due to the consistent manhunt for those with Mandalorian Armor, Taru's goal was simple. Contact his Uncle Skorvek, and request a meet-up. And from there he was to ask for Skorvek's tutelage in the art of close-quarters-combat, of Taru was most definitely still a novice in. He had some knowledge in K'thri and Mandalorian Core, but for him, that was not enough. He wanted to master the skills.

Pulling out his holotransmitter, he keyed in the code which would connect him hopefully to one which Skorvek had and used. Hopefully.

He sent this message:
"Uncle Skorvek, it has been a while since we last saw each other, and I would like to talk with you about, well, stuff... and to train under you in cqc fighting, of which you are a master of."

Skorvek​

 

[Skorvek]

When Skorvek got the message from Taru Cadera about wishing to train he sent him coordinates to a old abandoned arena in the middle of the Desert region of Erebos he chose this area because hes aware of how warrior like Zabrak's can be so he picked the desert to test his mettle in Skorveks own element, He wanted to learn hand to hand so he didn't bring anything but his fists and standard battle garbs his responding message was simple really and to the point.

We shall speak whilst we train, I shall wait for you here.

 

[Taru Cadera]

Arriving on Erebos was not a problem, finding the arena was. The dust and sand of the desert messed around with the shuttle, but in the end the autopilot managed to secure a landing to the north of the arena.

Entering the arena through one of its rusted gates, Taru sighed contently, basking in the warmth emanating from the sand and the arena. Nadala (Hot) is good, he thought to himself. It means I won't freeze in my training gear. Thats definitely a good thing.

Walking into the middle portion of the arena, out onto the sand where probably eons ago people had fought and died in combat. The only difference between himself and those long dead was that he was here to learn, not to die.

"Ba'vodu? Uncle Skoooooorvek." He shouted, smiling as the sound of his voice bounced within the walls of the arena and then dispersed and died through the desert.

Skorvek ​

 

[Skorvek]

He waited on the other end of the Arena wearing light clothing on him as he basked in the sun and heat that radiated across the Arena as Taru Cadera walked in calling for him he walked forth.

''This will not be a fight to the death but do not expect me to go easy on you, you will learn or you will be broken.''

After he said that he didn't take any stances to signify defense but he simply walked around him as a predator walks around their prey.

 

[Taru Cadera]

As the wind shifted its course it blew away the haze that was the buildup heat on the arena floor, Taru was able to spot the figure that loomed on the other end of the arena. The Anubian known as Skorvek . The Lord of the Dead. His Uncle Skorvek.

A smile broke out upon Taru's face, the beginnings of sweat beading up on his forehead, and as he stepped forwards to greet Skorvek, it began to slide down the side of his face past his eyes and back around to the corner of his mouth, evaporating just before touching his lip. It was hot and his body was dealing with the heat in the only way it knew, sweating. But as he reminded himself sweating could be used to make himself infinitesimally slippier while if this were in a colder region he would be shivering and that could lower his balance. He needed to be sure not to overexert or fatigue himself as the heat would not do that any good.

His smile dropped when Uncle Skorvek stated the beginning of the fight instead of a simple greeting, but as Taru's uncle began to walk around Taru the smile returned, more excited than ever.

Turning his cheeky smile into a show of teeth acompanied by a guttural snarl, Taru lunged forwards to close the gap between the two. His feet flickered lightly across the arena floor as he brought himself closer to his target, dancing the difficult dance of combat. HIs arms were loose(one near his head/upper chest and the other considerably farther away from the torso and in the ready for any K'thri or Core maneuvers and ready to counteract any offensives which Skorvek would undoubtably throw at him.