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Close-quarters training [PM, first]

Thryk waited for the little Fett-ling to come outside. The dueling arena behind the Keldabe cantina couldn't have been a better place. It went unnoticed, despite being attached to one of the biggest bars in the city. So it was quiet, and interference was unlikely, except by those few who actually searched for the door to this courtyard. The only way they'd be seen was from the air, and it was unlikely that anybody would even be able to tell what building this was.

So they had perfect privacy.

Also, as weaponmaster, he'd invited Fenni's crew to come to Keldabe and train for a bit. Never hurt to train.... Unless you were the punching bag.

[member='Veliz Fett'] [member='Seras Goto'] [member='Zandra Fenni'] [member='Gorg'] [member='Rayl Wilded'] [member="Grissa"]
 

Veliz Fett

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[member="Thryykarr"]

Veliz Fett arrived, in full beskaram, it was obvious he was a hunter, but despite his armor being of medium sized, it allowed him to show off the shape of his extremely muscle toned body. The wookie could see, even if he was a small human, that the farmer was one not to be overlooked, but strength and speed meant nothing without training. After a closer glance, the wookie could also see his armor was very adaptable, having fur underneath the Beskar material, which was clearly seen by the multiple joints he had. His armor, was light green, with a tint of a tan, this symbolized justice. But, it also allowed him to easily blend in most environments due to the color being hard to spot, even in the snow if there was movement it would barely be enough for it to be seen by the naked eye. The only place this color did not work well in , was cities, or buildings for that matter. Making him an obvious moving target toward one of his vod, but even with adaptable armor, if one could not adapt in combat, it would be pointless.

Mandalorians where warriors regardless of profession, it was time the human had done this. His hard work had paid off, while the marksmen preferred to engage a target far away. Close quartered combat, is inevitable in any battle, with brute strength, speed, and pure explosive power, the combatant would need to learn how to take advantage of this. Surveying the room, the T-visor scanned the area, it was obvious the skilled tracker was nervous, most fights had been quick. But, with professionals, they would be long, and that was if both had equal training and might, what about a fight with someone who relied on lop sided strength? Versus one with, both strength, and skill, it was not pretty. The merchant walked forward, with fake confidence " Sucuy vode, are you the one they call thryykar?" . It was ok to have fear, but never to show it, or let it control you, the stubborn mule would stand his ground, waiting for an answer.
 

Veliz Fett

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[member="Thryykarr"]

Holy Fething Kark! The first day of training, and already before being instructed anything the farmer was attacked, before being hit by his bulky adversary. An advantage was used, speed , a grave advantage that would need to be used. Rolling to the side, the hunter had merely dodged the first attack, into a crouched position. The mandalorian knew no other way to defeat a foe, once the wookie faced Veliz's direction, with pure explosion the mandalorian leaped, his head looked downward in order to avoid collision, and avoid breaking the neck. The power would then transfer to the strength, as if it were a quarterback being sacked by a defensive end, the humans core was tightened, allowing for vicious attacker, to stay in perfect position if there was impact. A surprise would soon follow, an unpleasant one, where the first lesson of combat would be learned. No matter how strong, never muscle your way fighting an adversary opponent, something reality had never given him before.
 
It was all Thryk could do to not laugh. The poor kid looked so scared. Of course, he also had a knife within an inch of his face. That kind of thing tended to scare people. He felt the kid tighten his muscles as Thryk landed. He was trying to catch him, clearly, to force him to fall down hard. It didn't work. Thryk flipped over him, onto a low wall, and gestured for the guy to come attack him.

"Come on and try. I won't permanently injure you."

[member="Veliz Fett"]
 

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