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[Keira Priest]

There were many deadly things Keira had encountered in her life, from various types of firearms to the more finely tuned weapons similar to her own lightsaber. Each of them presented their own unique challenges to conquer, and she'd overcome them all in the time that was allotted, coming out on the other side better for it all. Which was to say, the blaster pistols that were drawn and immediately fired in her direction didn't offer the same promise for testing her abilities as those in the past had. Had this not been attempt on the lives of any Ravens present, she would have been disappointed. And she still was, to a point. But it was better, at the end of the day, for something to be too easy rather than cost her her life. So she would settle.

The orange blade of her saber spun through the air with a precision she hoped he hadn't been anticipating, catching the plasma bolts sent flying towards her and batting them back in his direction with a careful efficiency, not wasting any movements on flair or showing off whatever skill she had. She wasn't exactly beyond that point, not yet anyhow. But she did want to prove that, no matter the circumstances, she was just as skilled as he was. People like him, especially those of his culture, from all that she'd witnessed, had a tendency to overestimate their own skill, no matter their title. Usually bounty hunters of this sort came extensively prepared, and it seemed he was no exception. But even the highest level of alertness had its limits.

That same imperious attitude had a way of overcoming her at times as well, but like others of the same nature, she didn't exactly see it that way. It was within her capacity to at least disable this attacker, in her mind. If not, well, she would be sure to take him down with her. There was more than one way to go about something like this, but regardless of what it was, she didn't intend to take the fair route. Someone like this didn't deserve such niceties, in her eyes. I want you to give me a challenge. For better or worse, she wanted to make this as difficult as possible, for the both of them. One only improved through struggle, after all.

Along with that sense of arrogance came apt means to become easily bored when the fighting was too simple for her tastes. But for once she pushed away her want to turn this game into something far more dangerous. That didn't mean she was content with being entirely on the defensive, and she would do her best to disrupt him enough to change that factor, and quickly so. None of this would do any good if she didn't make the most of it. Still deflecting blaster bolts she consciously drew the Force into herself, once more focusing the energy on her right hand. But no attack was launched in short order. This time she was taking her time, intent on doing damage. His mettle had already been tested, now was the time to move on.

Her right hand dropped from the hilt of her saber, formed into a fist. Instead of making her intention so obvious she simply opened her fingers, palm out towards him, releasing the pent up energy in an invisible wave. If successful it would knock him back a considerable distance, and should he chance to collide with the wall, stun him at best, given the armor that otherwise protected him. It was an unfair advantage she had, the Force. But now wasn't the time to play nice. "Why? I'd say I'm doing just fine, so far."

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Whenever facing a veteran of war it took quite a lot of skills to defeat him or cause him to retreat. Though, it wasn't the weapons that caused any veteran or Vilaz to be an experienced, feared individual to be dealt with high and extreme measures of caution. No, it was the experience one received throughout many battles and skirmished. Through these eyes of the Redneck they have had their share to witness and participate in the terrors of war, and those sights the eyes have seen information began to transfer into memories and were then archived in a grand library full of memories. And because of those banks of memories they could be put to use for the individual to be converted into training exercises and maneuvers to be utilized in body and not by mind. That's what was unique about the Mando'ade. What new techniques that they saw was later utilized by themselves and produce more maneuvers to counterattack the new skills they had learn. Their mentality was what made them different from the rest of the Galaxy.

But it was more than that. Their will to fight was difficult to break and destroy, for it was difficult to break their will to fight and make them surrender. No matter the magnitude of what obstacle was in their path they engineered their way to pass to get around or break through what threat challenged them. Though, they used whatever was available to them, and if they didn't have the proper equioment they used their own bare hands and mind. If no weapons were available, they strode into battle with their own body as their only weapon. Like a famous Mandalore said Mandalorians don't rely on technology to fight in wars, but they did have their hands to fight with.

And in this scenario the warrior was observing his opponent while being in a safe distance from the female. Through his buy'ce he noticed this one relied on the supernatural powers of the force just like any other Sith, Jedi, or whatever force user in the Galaxy. By her previous actions she used the force more than her lightsaber and knew several things that could strip her from this tool that was only available to Force Users. Once stripped then she would only have to rely on her lightsabers and whatever skills she knew and had; however, he had no tools to temporary take her unnatural powers from her to make less of a threat. Force breakers or a ysalamir had the potential to do so, but none were with him at the moment. But that wouldn't discourage him.

He had dealt with more enemies, both force users and non force users and she wasn't his first taste of a a force user. In a variety of ways he has taken down or gone up against many force users of all kinds. And he would find a way to go up against the woman and her skills with the force. Continuing his barrage of energy projectiles from his dual WESTAR 34 pistols he had the female occupied by fending off the blaster bolts coming from him. But that continuous rapid fire from these weapons would come to a halt as an invisible force came from the the force user. Tables and chairs were sent flying before it came across the Rally Master which gave him few mere moments to know what was coming towards his general direction. Like the objects that were thrown in all random directions the wave also threw the Mandalorian backwards from where he stood. But he wasn't going to be thrown around like a rag doll. The repulsor pack on his back was activated, again, and his velocity decelerated from his launch and soon came to a half while in the air.

He wasn't going to take from this female. If she was going to fight like this in the playing field, so would the Redneck with his own methods. Holstered back in their respective holsters the dual pistols and his crossbow-the king of crossbows- was slung off from his shoulders and came into his crushgaunt hands in a quick manner. But he wasn't going to steadily aim at the woman until he found his mark. Taking quick aim while aiming through the iron sights Vilaz fired a monomolecular bolt at the mid section of Keira. A crack of thunder roared as a three miles per second bolt was fired at the force user.

“Can't hear ya through the crack of thunder," he yelled through the deafening sound that his crossbow produced. His Fett found themselves touching the floor and a Fett-Kal knife was in place of his right hand as he placed his crossbow on a table. Enough range attacks, he wanted to get in the range of close quarters with this woman.

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Spoiler

Betcha thought I forgot about this. It's still on, don't worry.

This was a man Keira could respect while at the same time becoming irritated with his ranged tactics. Certainly her skill in the Force wasn't lacking, at least when it came to telekinesis and techniques similar, but she much preferred an upfront fight involving more saber combat. There was a reason the two forms she preferred were well adapted to close range matches. One thing she couldn't do, however, was allow herself to become lax when it came to avoiding his attacks. That would take her out of things far too soon for her liking, and she wasn't about to lose so easily. But as the bolt came flying towards her there was a moment of indecision that caused her to react a split second too late, the bolt hitting her in the side, passing entirely through due to the close range and speed. There wasn't any time to tell whether the hit was clean or not. There was barely time to think.

The sheer force of the weapon as it made contact knocked her backwards and off her feet, adding bruises to what was already an injury to remember. But it wouldn't be fight-ending, not if she could help it. Slowly she pushed herself into something of a sitting position, inspecting the wound. Calling on what rudimentary knowledge of healing via the Force she had (and it was extremely makeshift at that), she managed to slow the bleeding so she at the very least wouldn't bleed out on the battlefield. The rest of it could be sorted later. With a string of curses in Old Corellian she made her slow way to her feet, gritting her teeth against the pain. Noted, crossbow bolts were a far more effective weapon than she would have ever estimated. That left something to watch out for should he take up arms with the weapon once more.

Her lightsaber hilt found its way to her left hand and once more she ignited the orange blade, regarding him with perhaps a touch more of wariness now that his mettle had been nearly completely tested. Now he'd chosen a different weapon, a combat knife. But she was smart enough to know it wasn't as simple as it appeared. If he'd drawn it in a fight against one perfectly capable of wielding a plasma blade, it likely included some sort of resistance to it as well. In scenarios previous she had fought another that favored the use of a vibroblade in melee combat, and it was something she had never fully adjusted to. But she would have to make it work. There wasn't any other logical solution in her eyes. Determination was something she had, and in abundance, maybe too much so.

"You want to fight blade-to-blade? Let's do it, then. I've trained my entire life for fights like this." The Jedi hadn't played the most instrumental part in that skill set, but she had learned just as quickly through live combat and what passed for training spars with her Gen'Dai mentor. Absently she spun the blade in her hand, not bothering to take up any sort of fighting stance. Any movements of that sort would only risk tearing the wound in her side, and that itself was already causing enough pain. Suffering of the physical realm was something she had become adjusted to at a fast rate, learning to distance herself from it until it became nothing more than a dull ache. But this time it was persistent, telling of perhaps projectiles still within the puncture itself. That would make for something to do later. If only it would stop for the moment.

A minute grimace flashed across her face, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her in pain for so long. "Still think it's a good idea to come after Cryax?"

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The bolt was straight and true as it rushed in unimaginable speed towards the Jedi or whatever type of Order she affiliated with herself. Just as the bolt was fired from his crossbow in a split second of such velocity so did his opponent that was acting like an obstacle preventing to collect his primary prey and turn him in for a massive amount of credits. He thought when the bolt directly hit the Force User that he had conquered another foe and was victorious above her knowing that a projectile which only spelled death had claimed her life. He smirked underneath his buy'ce, but was disappointed as he thought the fun was over.

But he was later surprised to see his rise from the ground with her Lightsaber in hand and a orange shape coming out of it as her blade. So, he wasn't finished with the unwise girl. Nevertheless, he was still going to have some...fun with her. She'll learn an important lesson from this feud. Never cross blades with a Mandalorian. True, he wasn't invincible nor the rest of his Vode, but one can surely bet when was had crossed paths with a son or daughter of Mandalore aggressively there was going to be some serious damage to the fool wanting to have a fight with one wearing a T-visor helmet. And this one wouldn't be called precisely a fool, but she was committing a grave mistake against the Redneck protected by his arms and beskar.

"You'll never learned, di'kut", the Mandalorian responded back to her as she challenged him to a duel of swords. Truth be told he had no saber with him except his Fett-Kal knife. Oh, but this wasn't any ordinary knife forged and created by some smith. This was made by the very hands of Rave Merrill, a respected woman who had died some time ago but would always be remembered just by her the beauty of her work as an alchemist. Surely, he dropped his crossbow to the ground and pull out his knife. Probable that this woman would doubt him, yet she should learn to never doubt the skills of a Warrior. Especially, when he had two crushgaunts on securing his hands from any harm.

"You ain't impressing me enough, girl," the Rally Master said to her as he approached her wielding the hilt of his knife like a saber. You should be asking yourself if it was a bright move to be in my way," he said waiting for what move she'll maneuver.

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