Don't Call Me Glitter Biter

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Blood sprayed into the air as another challenger fell to the ground, three of his teeth ending up in a different spot than the rest of his body. The gathered crowd cheered, credits exchanging hands as the center of their attention adjusted her stance.
The young woman, while appearing calm and focused, was in fact in another plane of existence at that moment. The large amount of glitterstim she had ingested before the fight had quite a bit to do with that, the powerful drug giving her a high most people could only dream of. The telepathic boost let her experience the surface thoughts and emotions of the crowd, encouraging her. Her dark brown eyes were hazed over, and she was relying more on her mind than her other senses.
As the man began to rise, her keeper, Grakcharr, growled at her to finish this, to which she slightly inclined her head. She darted forward, her mind clearly seeing where the man's fist was going to hit her.
By the time it arrived at its destination, she was behind him, sweeping his legs out from under him. Once he was on the ground, she straddled him, and began slamming her fists into his face.

Two minutes later, there was nothing left of his face but pulverised gore, which had splattered onto her undershirt and fists. As Grakcharr rose to collect his winnings from the crowd, Irikah stayed where she was, staring at her kill.
She had ten minutes before the Wookie collected her. The high would only last three more.
Damn.

[member="Einarr Warscream"]

 

[Zef Halo]

Einarr Warscream had been for the first time in the Coruscant Underlevels and he despised it as much as he despised its Upper levels. He had not been used to what the sentients of the galaxy called - an ecumenopolis. It was by far too crowded for his taste and very,very different from his homeworld of Midvinter. The Valkyr had been warned about the underlevels of Coruscant and the lack of safety there but the explorer he was, Einarr craved for more knowledge of the galaxy. He would need that when returned to rally the Valkyr on a galactic-wide pillaging.

Now, the Sith acolyte had been watching with interest a young dark-haired human girl engaged in a bloody gladiator-type of fight. His lightsaber hilt was as always hidden, clipped on the innerside of his belt beneath his clothes. Only his Sith Axe could be seen clipped on his belt, yet none here would be able to recognize that it was an alchemized weapon rather than just a normal large axe.

His massive build allowed him to get front seats of the bloody fight was going in the pit. The surrounding crowd were betting, exchanging credits all the time, who would be victorious out of this outcome. Einarr knew who that would be - the girl. He felt the Force engulf her as she obliterated her opponent. That had piqued his interest highly. Not only the fact that she was a Force user but also her style of fighting. She relied on speed and reflexes to outmaneuver her opponent and turn his head into a bloody mess.

"I will be taking this girl with me." He declared boldly, very typical for his personality. Einarr's wolfish grin painted on his face as he chewed the final piece of the dried meat he was eating. The Valkyr channeled the Force, preparing for the outcome of his statement. Bloodthirst slowly gathering within him. He had his motive. "Any objections ?"


[member="Irikah Zana"]

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

The sound of [member="Einarr Warscream"]'s voice gained Grakcharr's attention, the Wookie's eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of the Valyrie. He didn't seem too tough, but something told the Wookie he wasn't dealing with just any old schmuck off the street. He bellowed out a challenge, gesturing to Irikah, who shot to her feet, assuming a combat stance.
Even if he didn't understand Shyrrwook, the message was clear: beat the girl, and you could have her.
After a moment of hesitation, Irikah made her move. She shot forward, her right fist aiming for the man's head, her leg following with the intent to sweep his legs out from under him.
After years, Irikah no longer cared about who she fought, or why. She didn't even really know why she was fighting this man, and didn't care. She had three minutes before the glitterstim wore off, and she intended to make full use of that little time.

 

[Zef Halo]

The gesture that followed the roar of the Wookie was understood by everyone around except for the Valkyr. The Force and his sight had him shift his eyes at the charging figure of the black haired girl and she did not look as if she dashing to him with the best of intents. His wolfish grin disappeared replaced with a frown as he had not expected the girl, who was a property to the wookie, to be obedient to her slaver when a possible alternative of escaping seemed present.

The distance between them was too short for the Valkyr even to think about of taking his axe out, he raised his left arm to block the right fist but was surprised by the lack of follow up from her left hand. Instead, the girl was cunning as she struck his legs with a sweep. For such a fragile looking girl she was somehow able to lift him up. The massive Valkyri in turn demonstrated surprising acrobatics and agility as he bent his body backwards, and pushed with his force enchanced arm his whole body in a back flip to a safer distance.

Looking at her, Einarr had regained his wolfish grin. He was truly liking what he had seen so far from the girl. That fueled his dedication to do what he had just declared earlier even if it meant beating some sense into the girl. Einarr promised himself that he'd kill the wookie after if that ball of fur had not fled until then.

Gathering the dark side of the Force, his eyes locked with hers which seemed a bit outlandish to him. He projected an echo through the Force aimed at the girl. It was not only a simple echo but an echo carrying a dark tone with it.

Y̫̰̣̓̐ͦͬͤo̬̯͚̙̜̩̺̐̔̍ư͇͎̩͓̳̳̫͑̐ͨͫ͒̅ ̣̜̦̱̌ͦͦ̓̊́̕ẅ̳̞̲̱̲͍̎ͯͥ̿ͤ̏̍̈i̵̧͓͎̜̙̟̦̳ͮ͆͂ͤ̍̋͑l̵̳ͦͣ̍͜l͔̺̪̪̥̜̮̱̇̋͛̇ͥ ̫̥̠͍̜͂̍d̖͇͖̞͉̳̦̐̒͘i̷̛͖̦̩͖͚̫̜͂ͦ̿͂̊̇́̌ͬe̡͖̣͚̾̍ͤ ̳̖̺̖̹͈̰͈͇̄̉̒̿͆̓̉h̩͕̥͚͎̖̯̟͇͗̂͊́ẻ̬̘̯̖͙̹̖͖̊̓̃̅̾r͔̼͗̄̇͌̉͗̉̍́ȇ̬̹̝̺̗̝͉͔̔̂̿̂͑̓͢​

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[member="Irikah Zana"]

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Hmm. Even with the telepathic boost from the glitterstim, Irikah couldn't predict her opponent's backflip. Logic told her that such a large being could not move that quickly, or that far. Either the glitter was getting to her, or there was more to [member="Einarr Warscream"] than meets the eye. She felt more than saw the grin return to his face, his smugness radiating from his mind.
She scowled, returning to a combat stance.
That was when his echo reached her.
It was unlike the usual thoughts she picked up, it was something. . . more. It went through more than just her mind, it seemed to go through her entire body.
You will die here.

It bothered her, immensely. How could he do it? She didn't see the signs of a fellow glitter biter in him. This entire bout was beginning to make her uneasy.
She had two and a half minutes of high left.
Deciding to ignore her doubts, she darted forward once more, gearing herself for a roundhouse kick aimed at his head.

 

[Zef Halo]

Einarr noticed her confusion not by reading any body language or facial expression but through the Force. He was sure now that she did not know of her connection with the Force. The ethereal was erratic around her, strong but not controlled. It seemed in combat she subconcioussly was able to enhance her moves and combat capabilities through it. That amused the Acolyte even more. This girl could become a very strong Force User only if someone could 'shape' her.

An uncut diamond.

As she dashed forward at him for another assault, he halted his mental use of the Force so his focus could stay on defending himself. Einarr was still not that advanced to be doing both at full capabilities simultanously. Grabbing the axe with the thought of taking it in his hands, he momentarily stopped. Einarr did not intend on killing the girl although he knew well that his main function was in lethality.

His hesitation to wield the axe cost him time to react, moreover only his precognitive sense in the Force alerted him to be very careful as the black-haired girl jumped unbelievably high for a roundhouse kick. He was around 2.35m tall and yet she had reached him, raising his right arm to guard himself while backstepping, his defence was not fast enough as he merely glanced the incoming kick with his arm. The foot hit hard the right side of his face and the dark side of the Force reacted as anger began seeping into his bloodstream.

Enough defence.

With a Force enhanced dash forward, he disregarded his advantage of having a much longer reach and went full in for a knee strike at her head.


[member="Irikah Zana"]

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Irikah allowed herself a small smirk as her kick glanced off of [member="Einarr Warscream"]'s head, bracing herself as she landed on her knees and left hand, quickly moving her attention to the man she was facing.
Behind her, Grakcharr frowned. This was quickly getting out of hand. The Wookie was far from stupid, and had figured out that this man was Sith. His only question was why the hell a Sith would want an underground gladiator, and why he was willing to risk himself to get her. It was clear that his Sith magic was giving him an edge in this contest, and Grakcharr wasn't willing to give up his Irikah just yet.
Speaking of the girl, her fading high from the glitter informed her that the Valkyr was on his way again, moving forward too fast for her premonition to warn her in time.
His knee slammed into the underside of her chin, knocking her onto her back. She stared at the sky, dazed as her vision struggled to recover from this crippling hit.
Grakcharr roared that if she didn't get up and finish this, he would leave her outside with the ruffians again without her fix. Remembering what had happened last time, Irikah felt her body fill with rage, with an anger so intense it blocked out the pain, blocked out the craving for more glitter.
Hissing with agony, she slowly rose, her arms struggling to keep her up. Her brown eyes glared at her opponent, knowing that this was it.
If she went down again, she wasn't getting back up.
So with a rage-filled scream, Irikah ran forward, putting all of her power, all of her strength, everything the woman had left, into a left hook aimed at his head.

 

[Zef Halo]

[member="Irikah Zana"]

Einarr's knee strike had struck home right in the black-haired girl's chin, her thoughts seemed clouded in the Force to what little the Valkyr could sense from her. Perhaps an inner battle of some sort, whatever it was the black-haired girl's inner situation had given the acolyte the opportunity to deliver his strike. The Wookie growled at the side but the Valkyr could not understand him, for a moment he thought to use this moment of the girl recuperation to take his axe and throw it lethally at the Wookie. Yet, his thoughts were waved away when the Valkyr felt the Force around him tremble. The girl was slowly standing up and Einarr's focus was solely on her feeling her feeding into the dark side of the Force. His meager senses in the Force could not 'quantify' the amount but if he was feeling it so intense then she was being engulfed greatly by the dark side of the Force.

His wolfish smirk was replaced by a neutral expression, he had believed that he would bring enough sense to her that the Sith was giving her the hammer to break her own chains from the obnoxious fur ball. Apparently, she needed much more lessons. He readied himself for what was to come, his hands up in a guard stance preparing for the girl's apparent assault. Her eyes told him that. What happened next, Einarr could not predict. The scream she let out as she lunged forward at him was not a simple scream of desperation, it echoed through the Force sending shockwaves, even the tough Valkyri was not only surprised but absolutely hindered by it. He felt as he had lost time and comprehension of reality as her fist connected.

He took a quick few steps staggering just so he could be further than her and rage began to seep into his veins. The dark side of the Force surged through him as he grasped at the Force desperately in an attempt to grip the girl and lift her two feet over the ground in attempt to restrain her as Einarr pulled his axe out. He was not going to kill her but he was able to keep her restrained for a bit, the Valkyr would hurl his Sith axe enhanced by the Force at the Wookie. The Valkyr would attempt to let out an echo through the Force at the girl's mind.

B̰̯͆ͣ͂̐̃͘͢r͔̺̥͖͙̟̲̓̐̊ͤ͆̆͂͆̕͢ē͉̪̙͕̰̻̽ͭ͝a͎̻̱̩ͫ̕ǩ̳̦̩̼͉̹͓͍ͮ ̵̼͖̲̥̘̮̭̽ͪÿ̥̮͈̥̥́̒o̸̬͓̺̻̩̳ͬ̄̅ͥ͋͑̏ͩͫṷ̷͓͑̐͐̄͋ͯ̓͑ͅȑ̤̾͗̌̾ͪ̊ ̶̙͕̣̫̟̼͔̼̞̈ͥ̒̍̽͢c͈͇̯͎̪̳̗̭̔͜h̙̗̪͆́ǎ̷̛̫̦̻̞̖̮í̛̥͊̾͞ͅn̵̶͕͎͈̞͕̲͋̀͑̓͌ͦ̍̚̚͝s̮͚̗̪͚̞̼͈̊͂ͬ̿̃̀́ͧ͝͠.̛̛̺̭͍͉͉̣͚̳̦ͧ͂͒ͣͯ̚​

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

After her fist connected, and [member="Einarr Warscream"] stumbled, Irikah panted for any semblance of breath, her mind clearing from the glitter. As the spice began to fade out, her head pounded, and fatigue and pain hit her body. She hadn't slept for three days, and hadn't eaten in twice as long. She was running on pure rage and drugs, and those two things were beginning to run out.
That was why she couldn't offer any resistance as she was lifted by an invisible force into the air, choking for breath. Was this how it ended? Twenty years of misery ended in an alley by a tall man with an axe? She supposed it wasn't that bad, really. At least it was over.

But she couldn't be that lucky. The man threw his axe at Grakcharr, cleaving off the Wookie's arm. He roared as his blood spurted from the stump, the people around him panicking at the turn of events. But Irikah didn't notice that, her eyes focused on the man controlling her, and sending the message into her mind.

B̰̯͆ͣ͂̐̃͘͢r͔̺̥͖͙̟̲̓̐̊ͤ͆̆͂͆̕͢ē͉̪̙͕̰̻̽ͭ͝a͎̻̱̩ͫ̕ǩ̳̦̩̼͉̹͓͍ͮ ̵̼͖̲̥̘̮̭̽ͪÿ̥̮͈̥̥́̒o̸̬͓̺̻̩̳ͬ̄̅ͥ͋͑̏ͩͫṷ̷͓͑̐͐̄͋ͯ̓͑ͅȑ̤̾͗̌̾ͪ̊ ̶̙͕̣̫̟̼͔̼̞̈ͥ̒̍̽͢c͈͇̯͎̪̳̗̭̔͜h̙̗̪͆́ǎ̷̛̫̦̻̞̖̮í̛̥͊̾͞ͅn̵̶͕͎͈̞͕̲͋̀͑̓͌ͦ̍̚̚͝s̮͚̗̪͚̞̼͈̊͂ͬ̿̃̀́ͧ͝͠.̛̛̺̭͍͉͉̣͚̳̦ͧ͂͒ͣͯ̚​

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And that, was when she snapped.​

Gathering the breath to scream, she unleashed all of her anger, feeling a Dark power in her rise, and explode outward from her body. The woman screamed because she could feel something lifting, something of hers released. She was free.
She stared at the man, her voice hoarse from disuse.
"We. . . need. . . to go."

 

[Zef Halo]

The acolyte could still feel shockwaves within his body as he trembled from time to time - the residue of the girl's scream through the Force. He'd been focusing all his anger within from the encounter and his hate at the wookie to still stand use the Force. His axe would not kill the Wookie on the spot as it only cut the furry alien's arm off, panic ensued while the axe returned back in his hand. Feeling his grip with the Force loosen and abruptly cut short as the acolyte felt a surge in the Force which struck him in a similar to the scream through the Force previously but less damaging as it seemed not as focused upon him as it was to...everything.

The source - the black haired girl.

She had heeded his call and now looked helpless on the cold ground, Einarr barely heard her words due to the lasting effect of her previous scream and because everything around them turned into chaos as they had found out he was a Sith. Some crooks used that to settle bad blood between them now by shooting their enemies in the back, soon random blaster bolts would follow and Einarr had to use his power to escape from here. With the black haired girl who seemed reborn.

The crowd that had blocked his path quickly moved out of the way as the Valkyr hurried towards the girl. Einarr had to conserve his energy as he picked up the girl and threw her over his shoulder. Without second thought, the Valkyr dashed away from the chaos and into the streets of the Under levels of Coruscant.

She needed to be tended now...

"Hjalmarr, pick up. Now." He ordered over the comlink, sending his coordinates over it.

"Got it, boy."

Einarr shifted his direction into what seemed to be an empty alley and finally stopped his dash. Carefully, he put the black haired girl down on the ground and tilted his head at the noise of the chaos that still remained intact and not far away. Pursuers wanting to claim the treasured pit fighter were a possibility and Einarr pulled out the hilt of his lightsaber, just in case. His energy pools were running low...


...they only had to survive until Hjalmarr arrived...


[member="Irikah Zana"]