Hands on Training

[Kiegan Lysle]

The Gold Wolf had stayed out of the second major battle in the war against Mand'alor the Liberator, wounds he had taken in the initial battle made the behemoth physically unable to participate in the second battle as he lay lying in bacta. The frustration from not being in battle had left the man angered and vengeful, storming through Death Watch's keeps as he stared dead forward.

But being taken out of action was still nowhere near as shameful as not participating in the war, a personal grudge he held against many of his fellow Death Watch members that hadn't been seen in the big battles raging across the planet.

The first of which he personally called out was [member="Adora Namadi"], a girl who's bright pink hair would have been visible from across the entire battlefield but his golden eyes had never came across. A challenge had been left in the entrance to her room, a scribbling demanding the small woman come find him to show him her worth to Mandalore or he would come find her.

A giant hand threw the heavy steel door to the combat circle aside as Tahn shoved past the crowds gathered to watch other combatants battle with each other, his own determination keeping his judgement at the task on hand.

The wolf drew his massive Mandalorian steel axe and set the weapon aside, placing it against the rack where the rest of the weapons lay.

He did not need it, this would be a very physical lesson for the young girl.

Tahn did not sit and wait for her instead pacing like a rabid animal, the snarling only increasing the wildness of the man. He tore the armour from his chest opting to leave protection behind, scars from many battles that he refused to heal adorned his bare chest as his eyes laid expectantly on the door in front of him.

 

[Adora Namadi]

It was just a cold, a couple sneezes and a bit of a chill. Adora had told her siblings several times that she was fine, perfectly battle ready. She had had her armor polished and weapons primed for the fight. But no, Listralli had to go and ruin it. The last cold you had, you were sick for three months. Talk about overbearing.

Then came the second battle, and Adora honestly couldn't remember why she'd been forced to sit out of that one. Whatever that reason was, she blamed Kervo. Regardless of who or what was to blame, Adora had been forced to sit tight while her siblings had all the fun. Life just wasn't fair.

It'd worked out, she supposed. Things seemed to be going well for Death Watch, as far as she was aware, and she'd yet to be injured or worse. One could just turn a blind eye to how little of combat she'd actually seen, right?

Apparently, wrong.

There was a pit in her stomach the moment she saw the scribbled note. Said pit only deepened the further she got into the note. There wasn't much to interpret. No, it was pretty straightforward and that was part of the problem. Was she in a position to fight anyone, especially a Vizsla? Nope, definitely not, most especially not a Vizsla. But she couldn't exactly ignore the challenge, either. She was backed into a corner.

She tried to hype herself up as best she could, tried to remind herself that it wasn't the absolute end of the world, regardless of the outcome. Who knew, maybe she could pull out a surprise victory? Unlikely, sure, but not necessarily impossible.

The youth hesitated in front of those steel doors that stood between her and a world of pain. Part of her had wished she'd told her siblings before she'd left their living arrangement. The other was grateful they hadn't found the summonings before her and prayed she would not run into them here. They didn't have to see this.

So, putting on a brave face, cybernetics pulled the doors open enough to grant her entry. The moment she entered the place, any illusions of confidence were wiped away by the overwhelming feeling of dread, especially when her eyes met those of her challenger. "You challenged me?"

[member="Tahn Vizsla"]​

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

His anger at the small woman could be seen easily in the tense look across his face, the grimace sprawled across his features continued it's dead stare at the girl in front of him. His arms had folded in front of him, the stoic stance would have hid his emotions if the feelings were so telegraphed in his golden eyes.

He towered over the small woman, staring down at the bright pink figure as she came near him and stared him in the eyes. Her voice weakened as she drew nearer, the intimidating sight he presented lowering whatever confidence she had coming in. Still, his anger was mildly lessened as she managed to get the words out properly.

He surveyed the woman quickly, a look of disgust lifted his upper lip disapprovingly at the flamboyant sight in front of him. Her bright pink hair was something far too outlandish for anything he would approve of, preferring the dullness of earthy colours.

Tahn's golden eyes then turned to her clearly visible cybernetics, a technology he was still mostly unfamiliar with, the robotic implements being clearly visible against the rest of the woman's pale body. He had learned that the foreign limbs granted their user abilities, different technologies could be imbued in the prosthetic.

As he quickly skimmed over the rest of the woman, the eyes rolling in his skull clearly sizing the girl up, his gaze returned to meet hers as he stayed unmoving.

"Swing."

The murmur could barely be heard coming out of the Gold Wolf's mouth as he lowered his arms to his side, not wanting them to get in the way of his test. He had already stripped any armour he had away from his chest, preferring to practice in simple clothing. His abdomen clenched visibly as he continued his intense stare [member="Adora Namadi"].

Tahn wanted her to make no mistake of what word came from his lips, a simple test to discover what strength the woman had to offer Death Watch. Science and Technology only got one so far, he needed her to prove to him that she could offer something on the field of battle. His focus quickly flickered to her cybernetic arm before meeting her bright pink eyes again, a small wondering of what the prosthetic had to offer her in combat. His curiosity came from the unfamiliarity of the technology, unaware of how it would hit again his uncovered flesh.

Perhaps this was a test to both of them.

 

[Adora Namadi]

Fists of both the flesh and mechanical sort clenched and relaxed in turn. She could almost feel him sizing her up, could almost feel herself shrink under the scrutiny. She wasn't a fighter, not of the barbaric brute force type. She was more of the speedy, hit-n-run, messenger. Years of just trying not to die from the common cold had ensured that. Worse yet, she seemed to shrink under the judging gaze, making her at least feel smaller than she already was.

Whatever she'd done to anger the giant before her, she was sorely regretting it now. Was there something on her face? Was her hair too bright? Had she made a joke a bit too on the nose? Had one of her siblings actually been the perpetrator of something and she was just marked as the weakest link? Regardless, this waiting for him to speak had her uncomfortably shifting her weight from one side to the other. All the sudden, she was incredibly self-conscious and all-around just anxious to figure out what exactly was the meaning behind all of this.

When the giant did speak, he didn't clear up any of the confusion. If anything, he only added to it.

"W-what?"

Did she hear that right? Her face scrunched in response, eyebrow so delicately dyed raising, partially with the struggle that came with hearing him over the crowd, but also in reaction to such a command. Surely this was a joke, right? Even if he was lacking in armor while she still had hers, surely there was no way she could possibly land a hit that'd even phase him. This was ridiculous, even by her standards.

If it was indeed a joke, she got no indication of it. With no sign of a joke came even more questions. What was she swinging at? Him? Looked like it, judging from his lack of armor and moving his arms to the side. But if that was the case, with which arm? The fleshy, athletic but not bursting with muscles? Or the prosthetic sort, with its cold metal and hidden blade?

"Seems a bit unnecessary but alright."

Throwing the punch and immediately taking several steps back after doing so, she winced as pain claimed her hand. The strangeness of this situation in general, coupled with the overall intimidation that came with being face to face with a comparative giant, through off her form, the wrong part of her hand coming in contact with his abdomen. Giving the hand a bit of a shake, she looked back up at the monstrous being. "Is that it?"

[member="Tahn Vizsla"]​

 

[Kiegan Lysle]

The look of disdain stayed fixed on Tahn face as the girl's fist slammed into her abdomen, the move was all wrong as it hit her. It was clear fighting wasn't her proficiency as she stumbled backwards shaking her fist, asking him if that was all.

"Unfortunately not."

The sentence came out as patronizing, the Gold Wolf's arms folding in front of him as he neared the girl again. He continued to use his presence to intimidate the girl as he towered over her once more, gold eyes staring the girl down.

"You're going to have to learn quickly or this won't be very sporting for either of us."

His arms unfolded as he reached downwards to grab the small girl, bringing his right knee up into her gut. He softened the blow for her, only trying to mildly wind the girl. The spar had started as an attempt to humiliate her, but he was curious as to what fighting skills she truly had. If she bothered to try, this could be a learning experience for the girl.

As big as Tahn was the size detracted from his speed, a problem that the bright pink girl clearly had little issue with. She would need to use that if she didn't want to simply be beaten down and show why she was part of the Mandalorians, otherwise he would leave her unconscious body on some outback planet where she could learn to survive on her own.

Maybe he would do that anyway.

[member="Adora Namadi"]​

 

[Adora Namadi]

No, that would be too easy. She felt the bristles of annoyance when the giant spoke, standing her ground as he approached once more. Her glare was a mix of both said annoyance and fear, maybe even a bit of envy. She'd kill to grow just a couple more inches.

"Are you sure you're qualified to teach?"

Armor offering little help as knee met gut, a choked gasp had Adora reeling back in quick retreat as the wind was knocked out of her. She took several steps back before her boots dug into the ground, steadying herself in between coughs, all the while her brain scrambled for some sort of plan. It was clear this little encounter wouldn't be going back to conversation for a bit, at least not until one of them ended up on the floor. As tempting as it was to feign being weaker than she actually was, if only for this to end, Adora had a feeling that would not go well.

Physicality wasn't her strong suit, she wasn't even going to pretend that was ever the case. Nor would it ever be, something she wasn't exactly devastated over, either. No, a battle of sheer brutality was one she was doomed to lose. Out of sheer survival, she'd hit the little button to eject the small blade hidden within the cybernetic hand. That, however, was sent back to its hiding place almost as quickly as it had been released. As clear of an underdog as she was, there was no place for the weapon in this bout.

Adora was hesitant to attack. It was entirely possible that she could outmaneuver the giant in terms of speed, but she sorely doubted she'd land a hit that'd leave much of a mark. So she opted instead for quick blows and kicks. Cutting her losses where she could, she used her more easily replaceable limbs as both shield and sword.

[member="Tahn Vizsla"]​