Outfit: Clothing |
Robe |
Right Arm |
Glove
Weapons: Fists/The Force
Azurine hadn't been expecting to be approached and, quite bluntly, asked to spar. Aris Noble -Kahlil's son she believed but not Valery's, at least not by blood- hadn't said much else other than that. Frankly, she appreciated his bluntness. It was good for her, and she certainly could use a good sparring partner other than jumping into pit fighting in the Coruscant underworld late into the night. How was she going to say no?
The rules they had laid out for each other were simple; no weapons, no of the mind force tricks, only telekinesis and channeling into ones own body. Easy enough to follow given that she had spent seventeen years of her life, from the time she was four years old, studying, training, and using in combat traditional Iridonian Martial Arts, which she had spent most of that time unknowingly using the force to make up for her smaller stature with swiftness and precision (something she hadn't even realized until Kynn had pointed it out to her somtime after they met). Heading down to the training room, a water bottle in hand, she couldn't help but grin to herself.
This was going to be one hell of a fight.
As she entered, she found a corner that she could lay her water bottle down in, worked her way through a few key stretches she'd used practically her whole life now, most of which involved a heavy amount of flexibility on her end, and took off her outtar robe to lay it aside as well. She came prepared at least, wearing a chest wrap made for marital arts, lightweight pants, and a singular glove on her one biological hand. The whole of cybernetic prosthetic that encompassed the entirety of her arm up to just below her right shoulder where it attached to thick, dark scar tissue that looked as though the skin had been seered by a laser being on full display. That as well as the rest of her tattooing -that trailed down her neck, across her shoulders, and continued in a similar pattern down her back-, and a few scars, the biggest of which being one that looked like it practically made up the right half of her chest and further down into her clothing and a dark lichtenburg scar stretching across her upper left torso and left shoulder.
She walked over to Aris, holding her hand out to him for a friendly and respectful shake. She did have to look pretty far upward so that her amethyst purple eyes would be able to meet his and give a sly grin,
"I hope you're ready, Noble."