Cloak and dagger.....and someone dies

[Elyscia Devaroiux]

“Sounds revolting if you ask me" she preferred a finer tasting alcohol rather than a make shift homebrew. She was glad he didn’t offer her a taste. Elyscia was surprised he fell into a basic fighting stance raising his fists up in preparation. The assassin did not know what he was capable of and neither did he. Long before she became a sith she was ruthlessly trained in melee and hand to hand combat. Now matter what either of them thought of each others skill level-It was not going to be easy for either of them.

Elyscia studied Terra Kasi a form of hand of combat to fight the jedi, she was set on showing him she was more than a lightsaber wielding sith assassin. She was biding her time, as she began to circle around him. And than she began with a fluid motion she moved her strikes were fast in one two thre formation, head, body, and a open palm to the shoulder. She repeated three times, testing his hand eye coordination .
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[Be'iqaronn]

On her last round of the motion he rushed toward her and then hopped back trying to get her to strike, with the he then put his arms by his side. His HUD said 10% chance of success, but even it couldn’t predict him. Standing there he followed every motion she did until he understood her form and strategy. The technique she was using was still basic to him, many have used it on him none had succeeded with that he stopped moving letting her circle him, even when he had his back turned.

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[Elyscia Devaroiux]

Elyscia circled the bounty hunter, she waited looking for a chance to strike, unlike most sith they would have already given into their rage. Instead the assassin bottled it up using it center her anger towards the individual.

This particular technique Elyscia induced hands of stone. She could have blind sided him while his back was turned, instead she attacked from the side, presice attack formation she made her strikes.

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[Be'iqaronn]

Renn laughed just dodging, he was quick and with practiced form he kept moving back to avoid the strikes. Doing a sweeping kick to try and knock her off balance he rolled out and stood there. Currently he wasn’t trying to fight, though he seemed like he was, this was a game to him and loved playing mouse. Except he was a trained mouse, doing this for years he knew the technique and the only way to beat it is to not get hit. While he was quick, he wasn’t quick enough. His vest fell before him, now he was in his light armor. Kicking the vest to the wall he laughed.

“I love this game, I’m playing with you.” While yes this statement was arrogant, he was not lying, but she had challenged him and he accepted. She wanted a fight she would get one, running at her, he used his own technique. His strikes were powerful and rapid, but seeming he would pause for a second randomly. This was him trying to confuse her, but the technique was Renn’s own, and he was the only one who could master it.

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