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Mandalorian Fight Club
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Saera Willamina Savan
~+--- Skaidra ---+~ Beskarsmith, Alchemist
Saera read the rules again and again.
"No shirts?! Hmph -- what, then?"
The Vinferalathi woman, no longer the fragile and innocent girl of yesteryear -- or only a little bit, loosened her robe and let it fall to the floor of the readying room. As she did not wear undergarments beneath the robes, she opted to tie a small sash firmly around her bust. She still wore her signature skirt and stockings, though believing in the purity of the brawl she left behind her shoes. It had also been several weeks since she last had cybernetic implants and had her arms regenerated.
This new image of a gritty warrior appeared before the assigned opponent. There was no use of the Force today; no illusions; no weapons; no soldiers and sailors to command. Her clawed hand curled tightly into a fist before her, will steeling and adrenaline beginning to run. The sweet, indoctrinating scent of roses followed her through the stench of blood, sweat and dirt. Words finally echoes to [member="Varik Ryjin"].
"Jate'kara. Fight well."
"No shirts?! Hmph -- what, then?"
The Vinferalathi woman, no longer the fragile and innocent girl of yesteryear -- or only a little bit, loosened her robe and let it fall to the floor of the readying room. As she did not wear undergarments beneath the robes, she opted to tie a small sash firmly around her bust. She still wore her signature skirt and stockings, though believing in the purity of the brawl she left behind her shoes. It had also been several weeks since she last had cybernetic implants and had her arms regenerated.
This new image of a gritty warrior appeared before the assigned opponent. There was no use of the Force today; no illusions; no weapons; no soldiers and sailors to command. Her clawed hand curled tightly into a fist before her, will steeling and adrenaline beginning to run. The sweet, indoctrinating scent of roses followed her through the stench of blood, sweat and dirt. Words finally echoes to [member="Varik Ryjin"].
"Jate'kara. Fight well."
Varik Ryjin
Badass
"Ni gotal'ur ner srukre jate'kara." (I make my own luck.)
He said as he took the measure of his opponent. She was half a foot shorter than he was, and clearly not even slightly human. He smiled as he moved to the center of the arena, glad that his match wasn't going to be against a run-of-the-mill human opponent. He kept his brow low as he studied her, shading his eyes against the glare of the lights overhead, and stepped forward with his left foot to ready himself. Reaching up with that same hand, he beckoned her forward then dropped the arm to await her arrival at the center of the enclosure. His fists clenched once at his sides, then hung loose and ready for the violence to come.
[member="Saera Willamina Savan"]
He said as he took the measure of his opponent. She was half a foot shorter than he was, and clearly not even slightly human. He smiled as he moved to the center of the arena, glad that his match wasn't going to be against a run-of-the-mill human opponent. He kept his brow low as he studied her, shading his eyes against the glare of the lights overhead, and stepped forward with his left foot to ready himself. Reaching up with that same hand, he beckoned her forward then dropped the arm to await her arrival at the center of the enclosure. His fists clenched once at his sides, then hung loose and ready for the violence to come.
[member="Saera Willamina Savan"]
Ξεχασμένος
[member="Katbirye Rekr"]
He watched the man pop his jaw back into place as if it was just a bite from an insect, and then he heard the comment on his moves,before blocking the incoming feint punch with his forearm, whilst his left hand went straight to the man's throat, stopping to where his knuckles were pressed against the man's 'Adams Apple'. "This is only just the beginning,, but if that punch was real, I could've crushed your windpipe."
With that, he released the man's arms before stepping back, giving his opponent and himself some room,
He watched the man pop his jaw back into place as if it was just a bite from an insect, and then he heard the comment on his moves,before blocking the incoming feint punch with his forearm, whilst his left hand went straight to the man's throat, stopping to where his knuckles were pressed against the man's 'Adams Apple'. "This is only just the beginning,, but if that punch was real, I could've crushed your windpipe."
With that, he released the man's arms before stepping back, giving his opponent and himself some room,
Saera Willamina Savan
~+--- Skaidra ---+~ Beskarsmith, Alchemist
Saera returned the invitation with a customary bow. Before she could even fully raise, with a quick burst of speed almost inhuman she dashed towards her opponent. A cloud of dust trailed her kickoff. Her approach was curved, leading towards his left flank. Her fist curled tight as she drew her right arm back for the hook, and...
Swoosh.
Her attack purposefully missed in the hopes of raising [member="Varik Ryjin"]'s guard up, for the contortion gave her enough momentum to bring her chitinous, rosy tails cracking at his torso and brought her knee in line to push the man's own leg out from under him if given the chance. Saera was no fighter, and it showed in her stance. However, what she did have was an unrivaled agility and the cunning to match. She knew she could never overpower her opponent, so she would instead have to outplay him.
Swoosh.
Her attack purposefully missed in the hopes of raising [member="Varik Ryjin"]'s guard up, for the contortion gave her enough momentum to bring her chitinous, rosy tails cracking at his torso and brought her knee in line to push the man's own leg out from under him if given the chance. Saera was no fighter, and it showed in her stance. However, what she did have was an unrivaled agility and the cunning to match. She knew she could never overpower her opponent, so she would instead have to outplay him.
Varik Ryjin
Badass
She did indeed raise his guard, his left arm curling into an elbow block to defend his face. He winced an instant later as the tail cracked against his ribs, and even though it lacked the mass to break them, it still stung like a kriffer. What he did see coming though was the knee, it being an appendage he had experience countering, and his footing shifted as she passed, bringing him around to face her even as he avoided her second true strike.
He smiled as he fully faced her again, welcoming the new challenge she presented, and assuming she hadn't used her momentum to carry herself out of range would initiate his own series of attacks. As soon as his right foot set against the ground, his right hand drove toward her in a cross aimed at her jaw, taking it's power from the leg as much as the torso and arm. It would be precise and controlled, and faster than one would usually expect from a man of his size, and he would follow with an equally pristine left hook at the same target.
[member="Saera Willamina Savan"]
He smiled as he fully faced her again, welcoming the new challenge she presented, and assuming she hadn't used her momentum to carry herself out of range would initiate his own series of attacks. As soon as his right foot set against the ground, his right hand drove toward her in a cross aimed at her jaw, taking it's power from the leg as much as the torso and arm. It would be precise and controlled, and faster than one would usually expect from a man of his size, and he would follow with an equally pristine left hook at the same target.
[member="Saera Willamina Savan"]
Saera Willamina Savan
~+--- Skaidra ---+~ Beskarsmith, Alchemist
With the success of her tail sweep, Saera knew that she would have to continue her choice of hit-and-run attacks. Since her first attack had already come to pass, it was time for her to fall back and adjust for the next. She already knew it would be foolish to linger and trade blows with an enemy much stronger and well-trained than herself. With the brunt of force being distributed through the impact of her tails, her body came to a momentary halt. She began leaning back to kick herself away but not before her opponent could begin a counterattack. His cross accelerated to meet the underside of her jaw, which coupled with her momentum left her stumbling back. The subsequent hook didn't have much luck in the wake of the first's success.
She grabbed her jaw and cheek as she regained her composure. "Oww, that hurt like a mad bantha," she mumbled to herself.
Saera realized two things at that moment. If she continued her current strategy, her attacks would become predictable and met with violent force. The art of the fox was not in subtle guerrilla attacks but in complete unpredictability -- and that meant having no pattern at all, not even the pattern of intentional randomness. The other realization was that a bare fight would not go without blood... and she would have to accept that; whether hers or her enemies, that was a matter of action.
To change the pace of the fight, Saera nodded her head aside gesturing her opponent to make the first attack.
She grabbed her jaw and cheek as she regained her composure. "Oww, that hurt like a mad bantha," she mumbled to herself.
Saera realized two things at that moment. If she continued her current strategy, her attacks would become predictable and met with violent force. The art of the fox was not in subtle guerrilla attacks but in complete unpredictability -- and that meant having no pattern at all, not even the pattern of intentional randomness. The other realization was that a bare fight would not go without blood... and she would have to accept that; whether hers or her enemies, that was a matter of action.
To change the pace of the fight, Saera nodded her head aside gesturing her opponent to make the first attack.
[member="Varik Ryjin"]
Varik Ryjin
Badass
He approached cautiously, never crossing his footing or taking his eyes off his opponent. When he was within range, he would lead with a double left jab to her jaw, followed quickly by another right cross. Unlike many of the fighters he'd encountered, Varik preferred to attack cautiously at first, then exploit any mistakes his opponent made or openings they left to him. In all honesty, he didn't really expect the quick series of punches to accomplish much, aside from possibly throwing the woman off-balance and opening her up to a more significant attack.
[member="Saera Willamina Savan"]