Private I Hate Everything About You

[The Seer]

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ICARUS
Unknown Outpost

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“Listen closely.” He stood at the rocky “shoreline” that separated the water from the stone that led into the outpost. A metal staff was tossed to each of the Neophytes. It’d been a week since their return from Elom… and already it was nigh insufferable. Constant reports of the two bickering, sabotaging each other, and fighting at every turn. He’d hardly gotten any work done and now certainly wasn’t the time to be pulled away from the issues at hand by unnecessary distractions.

It appeared that they needed an outlet of some kind and some combat training was the perfect opportunity to release some of that extra energy they seemed to always have. “You will both spar each other. The rules are simple.”

He crossed his arms. “You may fight as long as your weapon is in your hand. If you cannot retrieve it and you are knocked down at weapon point, you lose. Force usage is not allowed during this match. Using the Force, attempting to knock your opponent over the edge, or attempting to drown your opponent will be seen as an automatic forfeit and you will hand the victory over to your opponent. And…”

His eyes swept over both of them. “Your next opponent will be me if you decide to break these rules.” He made a brief gesture to the pool they were in. “As you can tell, the water is knee deep here and the current will pull at you if you aren’t careful. Stay aware and use your surroundings to your advantage. Do you understand the rules of the match?”

He waited for acknowledgement from both Apprentices before he gave his own nod and made a gesture with his hand.

“You may begin when ready.”

Finnea Virlee | Crysis ​

 

[Finnea Virlee]

Finnea hadn't looked at Crysis once since they all met up to head down to the water. She was furious with her, she was, in her mind, the reason that she had to explain herself several times to the Seer and now was forced to have a sparring match out here. She felt it was all kinds of unfair because Crysis was known as a fighter and a good one too, while Finnea mostly studied books and tech. Yes, she had basic military training and was both agile and fast but with water up to her knees she'd loose both of those abilities.

As the metal staff was handed to her, she didn't even look at her master, she was angry at him as well, maybe even more. The water was cold but it was the least of her concerns as she waded out to the spot and stood looking firmly down into the water as he spoke, mostly she was mentally preparing for a beating that likely would leave her bruised and sore for some time. Good, it would remind her of her hatred.
"Yes... Master."
At least they weren't allowed to use the force, which took some of Crysis abilities away for now but in no means did that weaken the fighter. Finnea moved the staff to hold it flat in front of herself with both hands, ready to rise it to defend herself as she knew that was what this would mostly boil down to. Now she looked at Crysis for the first time today and it was with a look of concentration.

After all, Finnea wasn't dumb or afraid, she wouldn't ever be seen running away or crying in fear, pleading for mercy. She knew very well that she couldn't be great at something she had never done before. She knew she could learn and become good at it eventually. It was just frustrating that most of what she would learn today was her own mistakes and her sparring partner had to be....her.

 

[Crysis]

Alternatively, Crysis was quite content with how things had turned out so far. She had glanced over to the other with a scathing glare more than a few times on their walk to the shoreline; anticipating doing a lot more than the Seer, nor her Master would even feasibly allow. It was her own fault, as far as Crysis was concerned if you knew you couldn't back up what you said, it didn't make any sense to voice it. That was why the person who liked getting in her face when they argued was now stricken to look ahead, and not even spare her a glance.

Crysis scoffed to herself, shaking her head and grinning a bit. Shame, really... She was going to enjoy this. Did it even matter anymore who was responsible? In a weird sense, her training didn't see a distinction. Finnea didn't like her, or perhaps even hated her; and Crysis would hate her right back. She didn't need a holo-talk about the minor nuances. She just wanted an excuse to put some pain on Finnea. Lopsided, Stupid, Cavewoman... She was such a smarty pants; and Crysis absolutely HATED IT.

Only because it was true. She wasn't smarter than Finnea. She had tested around the same time as her, Finnea was one of the first students to leave the room, if not the first. Crysis was the last one in the class and failed on top of that. Finnea had something to say about that too. Always with a quip, always with some witty insult.

Well, here was a joke for her today. Crysis (at the moment) thought Finnea was just a weakling, but more abhorrently, a coward. She didn't expect her to fight back, and instead figured this would be brief, and to the point. She had no problem with the Seer and hoped he didn't look down on her from the Dark Anticipation rolling off of her within the Force. She had been waiting for a reason, and now she had a directive.

Getting into the water, she waded out until it was at her knees, turning to face Finnea with a snarl draped on her features. What could be said, Crysis was a bully, or at least knew very well to play the part of one, intent on getting in her head well before the first blow was thrown.

When the Seer threw the metal pole she caught it in a hand, and flourished it once, holding it underarm.

"Yes, Honorable Seer..."

She responded, moving that pole to hold it behind her head with both arms draped over it, almost like a mock fireman's carry.

"Come on, loud-mouth!"

She growled at Finnea, wading towards her, seemingly intent on giving her the first strike.

"Surely you can beat a lopsided, off-balanced cavegirl... Let's hear some more jokes!"

She growled, voicing some deep-seated pains that Finnea had subjected her too. Given, in the moment she had failed to offer up anything of merit to say back, she could talk to Finnea in a whole different manner within this medium.

Finnea Virlee The Seer

 

[Finnea Virlee]

Loud-mouth.. Out of the two of them, Crysis was definitively the loud one. Nothing about the togrutan girl was silent, her entire aura screamed with internal chaos. Watching her take her mocking stance in the water, holding her staff up over her shoulder while she spat her irritation in her direction, Finnea kept to her defending position and carefully watched out for any sudden moves from the battle-happy oponent of hers.

An eyebrow was lifed at her challenge and Finnea just knew she ought to shut up but she just couldn't. Perhaps she just wanted this to just start so that they could finish sooner. And so she shrugged to add insult. "I didn't say lopsided cavegirls weren't dangerously unstable, it's not like I would challenge any crazy banthas to a fistfight myself-"she scoffed a bit,as she threw her master a hateful glare for a second before her attention fully returned to Crysis "-but here we are." she gave a fake smile and tilted her head to emphasise her point. The engineer now seemed to test the weight and balance of the staff at hand, just to get a familiar feel to it for when this hell would break loose and she had to move it quickly.

The Seer Crysis

 

[Crysis]

And there it was, her blatant disrespect for her surfaced again. Her arms tensed on that metal rod, offering it tension, then laxing her left arm to allow it to swivel on her form and be held in a combat ready position in both hands. Less like a tactful bo staff and held more like she intended to play a round of shock-ball, in fact her first swing suggested as much, tensing and swinging the metal pole as hard as she could aimed at Finnea's head. A very dark part of her hoped to kill her, ignorant of how extreme it was, she only followed the groundwork for how she was raised. An innate desire to dominate the other ever pervasive, only doubled by the Dark Side of the Force which she had practiced for so many years.

The Seer couldn't be mad if Finnea died, so long as she didn't break his rules. No drowning, No using the Force, and no attempting to knock her over the edge. Fair enough. Crysis was tired of talking to the other, completely done with her quips, and smart responses... Not like she could match her in that regard anyway.

Finnea Virlee The Seer

 

[The Seer]

ICARUS
Unknown Outpost

On the shore by the falls, the Vampyre rolled his eyes.

In the time that each of them took to hurl insults that the other and to get accustomed to their weapons, they could’ve lost the match twice over. Worse, in a real duel, they would’ve been lying dead on a battlefield. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. Petty rivalries over petty grievances.

Grievances that kept him and Kathal from their work. At some point, he’d make a mental note to hire a babysitter for them. Maybe then, they could get the actual work done. Of course it was expected the Apprentices might vie for attention, glory even. This had gotten out of hand rather quickly. Too quickly for his liking.

Just as he was about to speak up and force them to move along, Crysis made a move to bash Finnea in the head. A rather crude and low blow, but he guessed it worked. Questionable considering Crysis’ prowess on the Path of the Maalraas, he nearly rolled his eyes again. With any luck, they’d get stuck that way so he wouldn’t have to watch them splash around like a couple of drunken ducks.

Let them get comfortable first. One step at a time.

Finnea Virlee | Crysis​

 

[Finnea Virlee]

The Seer Crysis

And there it was!
Crysis made the first move and it was not a test. If she had been successful, the impact to her head would have surely have caused great damage, an concussion even. It was a display of rage and strength and in the split second before the togruta put her muscles into the swing, Finnea was sure she could read her hatred towards herself in her eyes. But the swing of the staff had not hit her as she barely avoided it by stepping backwards and snapping her head out of the way, followed rising her own staff to block the returning swing quickly. Damn it, Crysis was fast too and fueled by that anger which felt very much like it wasn't just because of herself, but many other things that fueled her.

Finnea knew she would take a hit sooner or later, but not without having given her a little fight at least. Still stepping backwards with controlled movements, she let the togruta follow her, doing her best to block off incoming hits, sidestepping or ducking when needed with a full focus on her opponents staff. It was a matter of time before this got bloody and judging by how difficult it was to even make a move that resembled an attack and not pure defence, that blood would be her own.

 

[Crysis]

She had dodged her first attack, though Crysis was filled to the brim with rage that soon, Finnea's word carrying the same effect as one flicking a light-switch. She had gone from relatively aggravated to full on intending to kill Finnea that fast. She had swung back with her own metal staff, and Finnea blocked that one, causing a little smirk to emanate from Crysis. Finnea didn't want to fight her. She was a thinker. A little giggle left Crysis although there was malice on her mind. Though with Finnea beginning to focus on her staff, Crysis was in fact focused on Finnea's own eyes, watching where her gaze was.

She held the staff up, flourishing it up from side to side, whipping the water beneath them lightly, as she approached, then on one of those right flourishes, would spin on the spot, attempting to hit Finnea across the right cheek, with the back of her own right heel. Her own metal pole being pressed into the water, and ground underneath. If successful however, she would press her advantage.

Finnea Virlee The Seer

 

[The Seer]

ICARUS
Unknown Outpost


His eyebrows furrowed. More toying around to become accustomed to the weapons in hand. Flourishes, blocks, small retreats to create space.

It wasn’t an entirely bad idea given Finnea’s skill set, but the way in which it was executed was sloppy and seemed to lack foresight. Irritated, his voice boomed over the roar of the falls. “Scions must be able to quickly adapt to any situation that is hurled their way. Creativity, cunning, and deception of the enemy are the cornerstone of our ways. You will not have the luxury of time in a real battle. Your opponent will not wait for you. ” His eyes watched every move that each Adept made. Of course he knew Crysis would be the more aggressive one, but Finnea had her own strengths. One of them, however, wasn’t brute strength.

“If you cannot contend with a head-on battle, find another way. Make your own advantages. Fight, or you’ll have more to worry about than just each other.”

Finnea Virlee | Crysis ​

 

[Finnea Virlee]

The Seer Crysis


A sudden pinch of fear stung deep within Finnea as she realized that the swing she just happened to block wasn't just meant to cause pain - if it had landed, she could tell by the dark eyes of her opponent that a series of hits intended to kill her would follow. This went from being a lesson she expected to be hospitalised for into a lesson that might land her in a grave. Crysis was dangerous and the little giggle she gave off was very unsetteling to say the least! Staring at Crysis, fear was evident in the two different coloured eyes of the engineer who was backing away while trying to read what move was to come her way. Perhaps it was the knee high water that slowed her movements down, because Finnea was lucky enough to have her staff ready to whip it from laying flat in front of herself to blocking Crysis leg, even forcing it back down, almost loosing her balance in the attempt to save herself.

Her masters voice roared over them and the fear in her was replaced with an nearly uncontrolled anger. She absolutely hated his decision to bring them out here and especially since she was clearly the underdog on this field of water. "My opponent will not wait for me." she repeated with a snear and analyzed her own situation. She wasn't used to the staff she had at hand but it was a pretty self-explaining and primitive weapon and her only strenght was taken from her by the high water. If she could only...

Yes.

Finnea quickly stepped onto one of the stones that was a little higher in the water which made it possible for her to make another fast jump over to another stone that was above the waterline. But she had to work fast in case Crysis would take the advantage to swipe at her legs! From her elevated position, Finnea used the momentum from her last jump to make an effort to swipe hard towards her fellow student's head with a loud roar of anger.