Private Evaluations

[Desbre Gensan]

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Location: Name​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, Silver Sigil, inherited lightsaber, light-filtering lenses, Hush-style comlink, aquata breather, liquid-cable launcher, stim pills, nutrient/food pack​

Tag: Milya Vondar​

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Des greeted the morning sun, sitting just outside the font door of the pre-fab style house they were basing out of. It was one thing to be on her boxy little ship. It had plenty of room, but it wasn't quite the same. She'd been early to rise. Sleep was more elusive these days since going through her training. and of course time was always in shot supply. Especially when there was work to do. So much work.​

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Still, the way the sunlight filtered through the coniferous trees and the rising morning mists, rather alien compared to her homeworld, she found comforting. It was warmer than home but easy to get used to. Kashyyk required adaptations to deal with. She shuddered to think about desert worlds like Tatooine and Jedha.​

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Eventually Milya's rise disrupted her quiet morning reflections, not that she minded. Especially after... the river.​

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Getting started for the day, Des brought Milya back outside. She was dressed in the base layers of her uniform, but with muted browns and grays, rather than more snowy tones. She didn't want to get them dirty and messed up. No, today was probably going to be... strenuous.​

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She stopped maybe a hundred meters from the house, opposite of the ship. Turning toward Milya, she dropped the pack she'd brought along. "Alright, so... I know we've been on mission together, and you've handled yourself well. You learned a fair bit from Master Vanagor as well. I know you can handle yourself. But I kind of need to get a better feel for where you're at and how I can help. I've sensed you're struggling, and you're dealing with a lot." She paused for just a moment, letting empathy and compassion roll off of her.​

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"So I want to see how you really operate. The ways you connect with the Force. Where your strengths and weaknesses really are. You did well against the Shell Hutts. I almost wish you'd been at Yverna." A small wave of pain rolled off of her then, though she did her best to keep it off her face. Those cold swamps, blood and fire, good men dying where she couldn't protect them. Them doing their best to protect her and Caltin. X-wings screaming through the air, laying down hell on those bastards. Se pushed the memories aside. No time to go down that hellhole. They'd both seen war. Different theaters and situations, but they had that bond, among many others.​

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Extending one hand out, the saber dangling from her belt leapt to her hand. The cool hilt and it's familiar heft were soothing, reassuring. With the flick of a thumb, she modulated the blade, turning it's intensity down. It'd pack a nasty sting, able to leave welts and bruises, but its not like she was going to risk seriously injuring someone she cared a great deal about. A moment later, the blade sprang to life with a familiar snap-hiss followed by a pleasant bright hum. The cyan blade bathed her in cool light. "I know you've been wanting to spar for a long time. So... let's go." She broke into a playful grin, giving her a one-handed 'come on' gesture, then settled both hands on the hilt, taking up a neutral ready guard. The blade covered from her chin to her navel, right foot slightly forward.​

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[Milya Vondar]

Tag: Desbre Gensan

As Milya rose and readied for her day, she peeked out the window at Des with a small smile touching her lips. The more things changed, the more they stayed the same. Des was always the early riser, seeking the quiet of the morning—something Milya was starting to understand the wisdom behind, the early morning peace that energized Des. Milya stepped out of the small house, nodding to Des as she did. Des wasted no time, not even a morning kiss. She was being serious and wanted to test Milya, and she would be happy to oblige.

At the drawing of Des' blade, Milya drew her own, igniting both ends of her saber staff, a grin touching her lips. "We are long overdue for a good sparring match."

With a steady hand, she brought her saber staff to a ready position, her silver eyes reflecting the morning light. "I've been looking forward to this," she said, her smile turning determined. "Let's see what you've got."

 

[Desbre Gensan]

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Location: Name​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, Silver Sigil, inherited lightsaber, personal lightsaber, light-filtering lenses, Hush-style comlink, aquata breather, liquid-cable launcher, stim pills, nutrient/food pack​

Tag: Milya Vondar​

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The smile on her face only grew, seeing how game Milya was for it. This was going to be fun, even if it might end kind of bloody. She put the the future out of her mind, possible outcomes, focusing only on the here and now, as she stretched out with her senses. The air practically vibrated and hummed, filling with a tension she could feel almost like that pressure in the air before a storm arrived. Or just before lightning struck. But at the same time it was a glowing strand of warmth stretched between them. Connection in a way she'd not felt before.​

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Excitement and anticipation, she decided. It reminded her of the moments before a race, just before the starting pistol or buzzer. But head to head with Milya. Without malice or ill intent, save perhaps for the sharpening of a competitive edge. It made her heart begin to race.​

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Slowly she advanced, applying fighting pressure, testing Milya with each step, or half step, though she made no other move, maintaining her guard. "Come on. Let's go."​

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[Milya Vondar]

Tag: Desbre Gensan

A hand idly dialed down the power of the saber to a safe degree, silver eyes watching as Des played defensively already. It was a good move on her part; they both knew Milya was the more aggressive of the two. Lineage aside, Milya was at home in close-quarters combat. Keeping her at range was the best strategy, but this wasn't about beating Milya it was about testing her. She wiped the smile from her face and focused her attention.

Twisting the staff with a flourish, orange plasma scorching the air as the blades spun, Milya shifted her weight to her back leg. An instant later, she lunged forward with a burst of speed, the saberstaff cutting a bright arc through the morning light. She aimed a sweeping strike directly at Des' waiting lightsaber, fully expecting her to intercept it.

The clash of blades resonated through the clearing as Des parried the strike. Milya felt the impact and immediately pushed off the opposing blade, using Des' strength to her advantage. She executed a graceful roll midair, her movements fluid and precise. Landing lightly on her feet to Des' side, Milya didn't pause. She angled her saberstaff quickly, aiming a swift, calculated swipe toward Des' back.

The sudden shift in tactics, leveraging her opponent's energy against them, showcased Milya's agility and combat ability. Each movement was a testament to her training and instinct, her body a blur of motion as she pressed her attack.

 

[Desbre Gensan]

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Location: Name​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, Silver Sigil, inherited lightsaber, personal lightsaber, light-filtering lenses, Hush-style comlink, aquata breather, liquid-cable launcher, stim pills, nutrient/food pack​

Tag: Milya Vondar​

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She'd expected Milya to backpedal when she applied pressure. And she did, for maybe half a step, then went offensive. Then quickly leaped away again, only to rush back in, from a different angle. Classic form of the Hawk-bat. Right down to the twist in mid-leap. She angled her left shoulder toward Milya and planted her feet a little wider than shoulder-width apart. Her right hand swept behind her back, blocking the strike with a pointed cyan bar of energy.​

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At the same time, the Force gathered and swirled about her, like a wave of heat flowing in from all directions, gathering in her chest. Raising her free hand she sent a crashing wave of kinetic energy, expanding in a cone, out of her palm, aimed directly at Milya's torso with enough power to knock down three or four people if caught in the cone of effect.​

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[Milya Vondar]

Tag: Desbre Gensan

Milya didn't expect to win in a single move, of course. She knew Des would have a counter, and she was correct the match had just begun. A smirk formed on her lips again. Over the hum of superheated plasma and the sparking of the two blades in contact, a soft click could be heard. She felt the buildup of the Force but wasn't overly concerned at the moment.

Planting her feet firmly, Milya gathered the Force in both legs. She shifted her hands, and the saberstaff uncoupled in two halves. With a quick motion, she arced the second saber upward toward Des, aiming to disrupt her concentration as she channeled the Force. Her first blade still held Des' saber down, adding pressure to the attack.

The sudden transition from a single saberstaff to dual sabers showcased Milya's agility and adaptability. Each strike was precise, calculated, and relentless, her movements fluid and aggressive.

 

[Desbre Gensan]

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Location: Name​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, Silver Sigil, inherited lightsaber, personal lightsaber, light-filtering lenses, Hush-style comlink, aquata breather, liquid-cable launcher, stim pills, nutrient/food pack​

Tag: Milya Vondar​

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Des knew about the decoupler, so that wasn't necessarily an old trick. Caltin had one too, and she'd been considering new sabers since her own Knighting to pay homage, and it was good to have options. She liked options. The sudden slash to her front wasn't entirely unexpected either. She knew she was leaving that zone wide open. It was a calculated risk. Instead she chose to trust herself and the Force. And perhaps there was a little ego in there, going for style points.​

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The saber at her back pinned the cyan blade, keeping that hand occupied. Her only two options left in that blink of an eye were to continue trusting the Force and herself, or to halt and block. The other saber had a near 180° arc to get to her. Then begged the question, which was faster, the mind or the body? Thought was fleeting.​

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Trust.​

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Des did not move but finally the blast from her hand erupted in an expanding wave toward Milya from less than a meter away. Would it be enough to make her flinch? Make her miss? Knock her off her feet?​

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Focus on the now. In the blink of the eye​

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[Milya Vondar]

Tag: Desbre Gensan

Milya pulled both sabers back to shield herself from the Force push, but she did something unexpected. As the Force wave hit her, she jumped into the air and allowed it to throw her back. Spinning in the air to bleed off some of the speed, she gathered herself. The moment her feet touched the ground, she released all the stored Force energy in her legs and shot at Des like she had been dropped from orbit.

In a blur of motion, she brought both sabers up and then down in a crushing blow, fully confident that Des would block it. The instant her feet landed, Milya launched into a relentless flurry of strikes. Each move was precise and forceful, her dual sabers a whirlwind of orange plasma testing Des' guard. She pressed the attack, aiming to find any weakness in Des' defense, her movements a seamless blend of aggression and finesse.

 

[Desbre Gensan]

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Location: Name​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, Silver Sigil, inherited lightsaber, personal lightsaber, light-filtering lenses, Hush-style comlink, aquata breather, liquid-cable launcher, stim pills, nutrient/food pack​

Tag: Milya Vondar​

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As Milya flew back from her blast, flying with it like a leaf on the wind, she raised an eyebrow. That was impressive. Des wasn't sure that was something even she was capable of. Maybe, since she had Slow Fall training, which was Much Like Floating.​

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But like a shot, she was on the rush, orange bars raising to fall like twin avalanches. But there was no need to block. There were two other options. Meet the charge, but at an off angle and slash through the midsection as she committed to the strike. Or simply don't be there.​

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Opposing force was a choice, but not the one she made. Her saber swept from behind her back where it remained, coming around front. She raised it into a high guard, slanted like a steep roof, tip trailing to her left as she took a large step to her right, clearing the path of Milya's attack. Immediately she twisted her legs, hips, and torso around, counter-attacking with an angled cut for the back of Milya's neck. Turning into the attack, the Echani intercepted her blade with one hand, stopping the beheading in it's tracks.​

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Then the onslaught began in earnest. Des simply grew very small, giving up ground steadily but without over extending her defenses. Each block or parry was tight to her body, mostly on autopilot as she studied her friend, her student. Backpedaling into the trees, she turned and twisted away from a pair of Milya's strikes. Continuing the motion she turned into a graceful butterfly twist while sailing over a log. It gave her the breathing room to draw her second saber. It's arctic blue beam snapped to life. Circling right, she took a few moments to catch her breath. Finally her heart rate was up enough.​

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A grin of pure enjoyment grew across her face. It might not have been quite as good as a swoop race, but for the moment she was having a ball. Testing herself as much as Milya. She found herself calm, like the eye of a storm. Every movement was slow in a hurry. Smooth, steady, almost placid. Milya was fast, strong, and skilled. Which was good. Quite aggressive which was a little concerning, but she sensed nothing deeper in it for now. She was just of the mind that the best defense was a strong offense. The possibility of victory in the attack.​

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Nothing particularly wrong with that. Aggressive tactics were a tool she employed from time to time, especially when outnumbered.​

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When there was less than five meters between them she tossed her head. "My turn." She seemed to shot forward in a blur as the Forge surged through her limbs. That same steady flow that graced her defense also marked her offense. Her first strike came from her left hand in a flat cut toward Milya's left ear. The right hand followed, but angled lower coming a half-beat behind but practically part of the same motion, but without a located target yet.​

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[Milya Vondar]

Tag: Desbre Gensan

"My turn."

When Des broke free of the onslaught, Milya didn't pursue. She knew what was coming; she had flipped a switch in Des the smile and the taunt told her all she needed to know. The Echani smiled and held out her left hand to Des, open palm with one finger holding the saber hilt, the rest beckoning her to come forward. Milya paced like a predator stalking its prey, waiting for the coming response. If she was tired, she wasn't showing it; in fact, it was the most alive Milya had felt in some time.

Just as expected, there was a brief burst of speed from Des before her sabers sought to rend Milya. As they both came in, Milya parried them using both her blades, allowing the inertia of Des' strike to continue by angling her own blades with the strike and twisting her body out of the way. A half turn was all she needed to swing the first blade toward the back of Des' neck, the second one coming in at her lower back.

 

[Desbre Gensan]

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Location: Forest moon​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, Silver Sigil, inherited lightsaber, personal saber, light-filtering lenses, Hush-style comlink, aquata breather, liquid-cable launcher, stim pills, nutrient/food pack​

Tag: Milya Vondar​

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The deflection and pass was quick, not quite what she expected. She had to shift her footing a little to the inside to maintain balance. Milya, spun through the swings coming back around. It was just enough time for Des to duck, orange blade passing overhead in the early morning light. Cycan and arctic blades swept low as she turned back to her right, turning into the low slash. Both her blades crossed in an X, catching Milya's in the notch in an X-block. The blades hissed and screeched clattering off of each other and locking into a bind. Normally she might have scythed Milya's legs out from under her in a kick, but stuck in a lunge position she couldn't.​

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Instead she pressed int Milya's weapon hard at the tip with her right hand, and used the middle of the blade with her left as a fulcrum, attempting to force, rip, the blade out of her hand with push-pull and with the considerable leverage she had.​

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[Milya Vondar]

Tag: Desbre Gensan

Des was good; there was no doubt a normal fighter would struggle with a counter. Milya just looked at her friend and smiled as she tried to take her off balance. The Echani did the most unorthodox thing one could do in a duel she hit the switches on her sabers and shut them off. In that split second, she used Des' leverage against her, throwing her slightly off balance. Milya then reignited both blades away from Des' block and swung them toward her back.

 

[Desbre Gensan]

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Location: Name​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, Silver Sigil, inherited lightsaber, personal lightsaber light-filtering lenses, Hush-style comlink, aquata breather, liquid-cable launcher, stim pills, nutrient/food pack​

Tag: Milya Vondar​

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Des's leverage was only in her stance which had her going nowhere, and in her arms. With the sudden change in pressures, or lack there of, she slammed her left saber into her own face, rocking her more upright, while her right saber hit the dirt. With both orange blades slashing toward her exposed back, she did the only thing she could do, tuck into a forward shoulder roll.​

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One scraped along her mid back and the other slammed into her boots, knocking her roll into an inelegant sprawl as she tumbled through a cluster of ferns, scrabbling along the forest floor. The rolling turned into an uncontrolled tumble as she found a hidden ravine, rolling another seven meters.​

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Laying in the leaves and sticks for a moment, she sighed, then reverse-rolled to her feet. Stretching her hands out, she called to her own sabers, lost in the fall. She pressed one hilt where it was still cool against her forehead, then lit both of them up once more.​

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"Not bad," she said, then angled up the ravine to her left, gathering the Force as she went, letting it swirl around her, easing the scratches and bruises a bit. She tasted blood too. Reaching up she checked her face, busted and welted lip. Faintly she smacked her chops. Okay. Had worse. This is going to b be a long day.​

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Lunging in, a cluster of small missiles, mostly pebbles followed along with Des streaking toward Milya. She spun just before she was in reach, coming around with her left saber in a backhand slash meant for Milya's left shoulder, traveling toward her hip. The right saber followed as Des continued to rotate, following the same path in a one-two cut, where she collapsed into a low crouch, with both sabers on the opposite side of her body (her left side) with her right side facing toward the Echani. She followed up with a powerful right backhand slash toward Milya's right hip, meant to cut her in half were it a real saber.​

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[Milya Vondar]

Tag: Desbre Gensan

Milya genuinely felt a bit bad when she saw Des go tumbling she even moved to go check on her but found that she was already back on her feet. Des was not fragile by any stretch but she still didn't want her to come to harm. Still Milya knew now was not the time for concern, falling back into a defensive stance she waited as Des and readied herself once more. She watched as she healed the damage done, nothing Des couldn't handle for certain.

Then the attack came, pebbles were the distraction Milya simply parried those rapidly with one saber, the real attack was at the end of that, Milya parried the first slash, then the second, finally the next slash came around for her midsection, she inverted the other saber turning it down to block the incoming low strike.

 

[Desbre Gensan]

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Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, Silver Sigil, inherited lightsaber, personal lightsaber, light-filtering lenses, Hush-style comlink, aquata breather, liquid-cable launcher, stim pills, nutrient/food pack​

Tag: Milya Vondar​

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The strikes glanced, save for the last one, which barreled past, deflected away by Milya's block. Des used the momentum to turn her entire body straight on in a deep lunge, trusting the tip of her arctic saber straight for Milya's chest. Her right hand flicked around in a spin, bringing it in to cover her centerline as best she could, maintaining defense.​

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[Milya Vondar]

Tag: Desbre Gensan

Milya saw the next attack coming but just barely, she twisted her body and leaned back as the tip of the blade ran across her chest, a shallow burn tracing a line through her top. She could feel the heat welling in her chest from the burn but ignored it for the moment twisting and ducking under Des' arm and going for the kill. Her saber in the right hand went for the throat with a quick thrust while the one in her left remained in a defensive position. It was a dangerous move, but if the gambit paid off she would win this.

 

[Desbre Gensan]

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Location: Name​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, Silver Sigil, inherited lightsaber, personal saber, light-filtering lenses, Hush-style comlink, aquata breather, liquid-cable launcher, stim pills, nutrient/food pack​

Tag: Milya Vondar​

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The return thrust was almost an identical mirror to her own. But with her own primary saber at the ready she simply tapped the thrust out of the way. Dragging her back (left) foot in shifted her forward more, nearly inside Milya's guard. In the same motion Des drew her left hand and hilt back, resting just under her left breast, ready for another thrust. It didn't come.​

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Instead, Des flicked her right saber forward at an angle slash toward Milya's right ear, as if to just quickly bop her with a claw hammer there. As des withdrew her saber, chambering for the next strike, she struck with the left in a similar fashion in a flat cut aimed across Milya's chest, the flick of a wrist, as though she were tapping out the next beat of a drum. One-two, as fast as one could blink.​

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[Milya Vondar]

Tag: Desbre Gensan

Milya quickly devised the best move she had and went with it. Lunging at Des, she dropped her own sabers as she tackled her to the ground. Silver eyes looked down at Des with a playful smile. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to Des' gently, raising a hand to touch Des' cheek where she had been injured earlier.

"You know you are amazing, right?" Milya whispered, her voice soft and affectionate. She pressed her lips against Des' again, savoring the moment of closeness and tenderness amidst their intense sparring session and also picking up a hint of iron in the kiss. She pulled back a bit and eyed her "Are you ok?" she caressed her cheek gently.

 

[Desbre Gensan]

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Location: Name​

Equipment: Simple Jedi Robes, Silver Sigil, inherited lightsaber, personal saber, light-filtering lenses, Hush-style comlink, aquata breather, liquid-cable launcher, stim pills, nutrient/food pack​

Tag: Milya Vondar​

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The tackle caught her off guard, and pinned her arms to her chest. As Milya took her to the dirt, the impact drove the air from her lungs in a harsh whuff. Both sabers dropped from nerveless fingers, winking out. Recovering her air a moment later, Milya's silvery gaze pinned her there, unable to look away. The spar, the training, was forgotten, replaced by the sudden and intense awareness of Milya's closeness, Millie'sweight and form pressing against hers. She pressed into the kiss, then sighed, dropping her head back. Her cheek was red still, and there might have been a hint of blue around the edges.​

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Before Des could protest to the amazing comment, Milya kissed her again. All the tension in her body seemed to melt then as she relaxed into the forest floor. When she pulled away, Des frowned a little. "Yeah, I'm fine. I've had much worse than this," she said. "Still hurts a little. Gonna have a fat lip for a couple days." She broke into a grin then, slipping her arms around Milya and tracing her fingers along the soft indention of her spine. "Might kiss it and make it better."​

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[Milya Vondar]

Tag: Desbre Gensan

Milya was finally coming down from the battle high and caressed Des' cheek as she lay there, both of them relaxing and recovering from the duel. When Des mentioned the fat lip, Milya laughed softly. Leaning down, she whispered, "Happily," before kissing Des' lips gently to make it feel better, the kiss was soft and tender, savoring the intimate moment between them. After her arms wrapped around her Milya let let out an audible sigh as Des traced along her spine, she gently laid her head on her shoulder. Staying like that for a moment before gently rolling off of Des and laying beside her.

"All teasing aside, I knew you were good in a fight but that I think is the first time we have had a chance to really test each other." she reached over and moved some wild hairs behind Des' ear.