It Only Takes One Shot

[Matsu Xiangu]

[SIZE=14pt]Streets of Mandalore[/SIZE]


She didn’t believe her illusions would keep the Mandalorian at bay for the entirety of their confrontation, nor did she wish it. Ovmar had helped her discover a love for silence and patience, but there would always be a part of her that loved bloodshed, the exhaustion in her bones at the end of triumphant battle. They were a people with a love for battle and this one, this one, seemed to crave it of his own accord. But she hoped to sap him of some of his strength as he defended himself from her craft, evening the physical odds.

It would appear she was to see if those tactics were effective sooner rather than later, her connection to his mind giving her a split second's warning before he pulled the trigger. Her illusions dissolved as she shifted her concentration. Even though she'd been sure to keep her distance a shotgun had a range effective enough to pelt her where she was standing. Thankfully it seemed his aim was compromised enough by the split attention he was paying her Vong and her continued movement to hit her where it hurt. A fight at close range wasn't preferable but against an opponent with firearms it was her safest bet - if she kept close and quick she could keep him from aiming at her. Pushing herself off the ground with the aid of the Force as he rolled backwards to avoid her quickly disintegrating illusion, she found herself coming down towards him as he shot his remark at her. Had she not been so intent on separating him from his windpipe she might have laughed. Don't you wish.

Throwing her hands out in front of her, she let loose a prodigious push of the Force, hoping to throw him off balance and stop him from using the shotgun against her again in the air. Her claws sprang from one hand, sharp enough to cut through things lesser than phrik, especially with the force of her downward momentum. She aimed for anything in the region of his head and neck though she would settle for anything in the general area - she could pierce any number of important organs if she hit his chest, or sever an important artery or vein in his arms.

[member="Shepard"]​

 

[Hira Mitsae]

[member="Matsu Xiangu"]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Hoath had centuries of experience when it came to close-quarter combat, regular fist fights and more intricate, elaborate fighting forms like Teras Kasi, but there was one thing that most people forgot about the Mandalorians - some of ‘em knew a couple of tricks with the Force too, for example this Serock Hoath person.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]His specialization was telekinesis, he couldn’t heal wounds, couldn’t mentalize even if he was up against a little baby, couldn’t even do some simple energy manipulation. But Shepard was pretty fething good at the other stuff.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]His hands moved up, deflecting the push away from him and instead the destructive kinetic energy brushed past him and crashed into a building behind him. Walls shattered, glass snapped and Hoath once again was reminded of his own mortality. [/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But he didn’t have time to contemplate it, because she was upon him already.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Claws lashed out, he nearly ducked underneath it, but he was too slow. Cold steel slashing into the skin of the side of his back, taking off skin, blood and his motherfething [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]hat.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]No pain though, which was his greatest boon. While others might have been dazed, might have recoiled or otherwise wasted their time with [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]feeling[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px], Hoath simply [/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]acted[/SIZE][SIZE=10.6666666666667px]. His fist snapped up, and a burst of kinetic energy - the same sort that she had tried to take him out with - lashed out against her throat.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]It would be painful.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]But in this distance that wasn’t enough, regardless of success he would follow up with his leg rotating clockwise around its axis and his left leg swiping from the side; all in an attempt to swipe her off her feet.[/SIZE]

[SIZE=10.6666666666667px]Literally, no romantics here.[/SIZE]