May Your Blade Chip and Shatter

[Jaron Lesan]

She leaped over his leg. Clearly she had seen this trick before, and was more confident without a weapon in her hand than she was with one.

"Or you could give me even more freedom and see just how far I am willing to go in order to please and worship you..."

There could only be one thing he meant by that, and if Dianah did not pick up on the amount of desire that was laced in his voice then he did not project his intentions clear enough. It was a comment made in the heat of their banter, but it was now said. He not only intended on capturing her, but now it was clear he wanted to pleasure her. If the spar kept going they would reveal a lot more about their positions and desires. Perhaps Dianah was a bit more crafty than she let on, or that Jaron had given her credit for.

The elbow was cheap, but not unaccounted for. It required her to come in close, and Jaron was prepared. The time it took him to take a defensive stance after Dianah ripped away from his attack was second nature. It was like breathing, or blinking his eye. Both of them proved their heritage here. A stiff arm was what met her elbow as Jaron gripped her other arm and stepped in close. Pushing the elbow up, he stepped in with with right leg and hip behind her left, and with his right arm now straight he simply pivoted and pushed her over. How she recovered was up to her, but she was going down.

"Punch me. Like the Mando'ad that you are," he said looking down at her, his lips stealing another kiss.

The challenge was a bit more personal this time.

"I won't stop until you do."

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Darth Miseria]

A fine blush appeared on her cheeks, though it was barely noticeable. He was definitely getting braver and though she had little experience with it all she could tell what he was hinting at from a million miles away. Partly because it was the only thing on her mind too.

'If I let you do whatever you pleased we wouldn't be fighting right now. But I have to admit you make it sound rather tempting.'

Jaron tangled around her impossibly and before she knew it he was throwing her to the ground. She landed on her shebs with a thump and a rather cross look on her face that knitted her brows together. It remained there even when he bent down to kiss her upturned lips. The one thing she had never been very good at was breaking free of locks, she just wasn't strong enough yet. Frustrating though it was, she wasn't about to give up yet.

'Well then stop protecting me, hit me back. Make me work for it. Fight me.'

It was true her tone was slightly angry, anger for herself mostly but some part of her was upset that Jaron didn't seem to want to hit her back. So far all he had done was try to defend himself from her, he wasn't fighting back. Dianah hauled herself up from the floor and rolled her shoulders in their sockets slowly. Her head lent from one side to the other, stretching the muscles in a satisfying way. The expression on her face was wiped away and replaced with a look of determination.

She stepped forward and swung her fist hard toward the side of Jaron's head. While one fist came for his head her other went for his left leg. There was a nerve in there somewhere that made the entire thing feel numb, like it had just disappeared out from under you. Ivum had done it to her once and it took nearly a full day for the feeling to come back. She had a small hope the first swing would cause distraction enough for Jaron not to notice the second one, but deep down she knew he was smarter then that.

But a girl had to try.

[member=Jaron Lesan]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Jaron was upsetting her, despite the teasing. It wasn’t the banter that had her mad, but the fact he wouldn’t hit her. He was used to partners in the ring that were not Mando’ad, and usually that meant holding back. Even though she told him not to, Jaron was. She knew it, he knew it, and that was making Dianah mad.

He said nothing to her save an emotional response to her heated command.

“Fine,” he said stepping back from the first punch, and then quickly stepped out of the way for the real attack.

Rather than dance away, Jaron planted his feet. His hips shifted. There was no way Dianah could be prepared for what was coming next. Her arms had committed to two different directions, and it left her open.

His foot came forward, and Jaron brought his fist to her face as he stepped into the punch. He was committed, but it was what she wanted. All the while he wanted her to hit him, he had not treated her like the Mandalorian Woman she was. That changed now. If the punch landed fair, it was going to hurt, and Jaron would not apologize.

“I will!”

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Darth Miseria]

Finally, he actually tried to hit her. For some reason it made a smile grace the corners of her lips. It was a chance to prove she wasn't just a damsel in distress with a dangerous habit of being clumsy. She could hold her own, she had done for years since he came along. He had just given her the chance to show him.

Most people made the mistake of thinking you only needed your arms to defend yourself in hand to hand combat. Dianah knew otherwise.

Elegance was in her very nature as was speed. Her balance was easily corrected after her first punch met nothing but air. The fact that it had meant she knew he was prepared for the next one. After that, all it took for her to avoid the powerful punch aimed at her face was half a turn. Calculated and measured, just like he had been hounding her to do only ten minutes ago. She moved not a single inch more than she had too. The rush of air caused by his fist flying past her head made her ear pop and her curls fly up wildly, but it was satisfying.

'That was a very good attempt, cyar'ika. Try again.'

Dianah reached up and tucked his arm under the crook of her own. It wasn't to stop him from doing anything or to try and twist it the way he had done before, it was for the power behind her next move. Using one foot she pivoted and brought the other one down swiftly to the joint where his hip met his thigh. During her many fights with Ivum and Metus she learnt the best way to fight them was to using their own strength. With Jaron's arm locked in the punch, it made the perfect crutch to allow Dianah to use the entirety of her weight behind it.

[member=Jaron Lesan]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

The only problem with what Dianah was doing was the fact she had not stopped his momentum. Moving out of the way and grooming his arm as she did, where she did, allowed him to wrap her up. As he bore her weight on his leg, a shot that admittedly hurt like the Netherworld itself, Jaron rolled his hip and when he buckled, Dianah fell with him.

Jaron rolled and attempted to pin her to the ground, but the nerve in his leg was throbbing. His pivot had been enough to keep it from going numb, but her attempt had still landed. He was now fighting at a disadvantage, but he wasn’t about to give up. His grip and hold on her was tight, and as he pulled at her, a fist raised and came crashing down toward her jaw.

“You still haven’t punched me,” he said trying to keep her down and still so his fist would connect.

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Darth Miseria]

His arms tangled around her again and together they tumbled to the floor. For a moment Dianah struggled against his attempt to pin her there but she wasn't strong enough to keep him off. Eventually she crumbled under his weight, letting out half a cry as her back hit the floor.

Jaron's fist was advancing quickly, so Dianah did the only thing she knew how to do. The shift from her original form to her chosen one took seconds. Her skin and hair drained of its color, leaving nothing but paper white underneath. The dark brown of her eyes shifted to a volatile amber shade. Usually the purpose of this form was purely dramatic, but this time it had an advantage. It was slinkier than her original form and allowed her enough room to slip her wrist out from under him and bring it up to block his punch.

By Ragnos, did it hurt. When his fist met her forearm she could feel the bones bending with the force he had put behind it. A sharp snapping sound filled the air, followed by a half scream from her throat. Dianah gave herself a moment of mercy. A split second to reel from the pain and to allow a vile curse to escape her lips. Her arm screamed out at her attempt to move it but she simply set her jaw to make her next move.

She grabbed a handful of his robes, yanking him toward her with all the force she could muster. She only had to pull him half way though. Her other wrist remained pinned under his arm but she was able to lift her torso, enough to bring the top of her forehead down hard against the bridge of his nose.

[member=Jaron Lesan]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

Her scream did not excite him. She was Mando’ad, but that didn’t mean he had to like the fact he had just hurt her. The response was short lived though as her forehead collided with his nose. His eyes welled up with the tears of a broken nose. Jaron rolled onto his back and grabbed his nose and pinched the bridge.

“Damn, Dianah! That hurt,” Jaron said with a hearty laugh.

His arm readyd to grab her, wherever there was still fabric to grab and pull her close. His lips found hers in a heated kiss. There was no more trying to punch her, or to find out what she was capable of. They were going to only beat the pulp out of each other. Jaron didn’t need to know if she could take care of herself anymore. She could. Jaron simply let his kiss tell her that he was impressed.

[member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"]

 

[Darth Miseria]

Dianah felt Jaron's weight release from her chest, causing her to gasp till her lungs were full to the brim with the stale air surrounding the sparring grounds. For a moment all she could do was smile and laugh along with him, it felt good knowing that if they ever got into a fight Jaron wouldn't shy away from it just because it was with her. Dianah let her head flop back onto the ground. It was throbbing too but next to the sharp shooting pain in her arm it was nothing, but neither seemed to phase her right now.

'Well, you were asking for it.'

She turned to face him with a wide grin on her expression, ready to say something else, but before she could his hand was curling around the silks that now hung off her vastly smaller frame. Jaron dragged her into a passionate kiss and Dianah sank into it with a soft groan. All the anger and all the pain was instantly forgotten as she melted into his arms. When they finally pulled away from each other a soft blush had crept onto her cheeks along with a sultry, playful smile.

'If that's how you kiss me after a spar I think we should do it more often.'

[member=Jaron Lesan]

 

[Jaron Lesan]

He smirked. Jaron didn't need a spar to kiss her like that, though the adrenaline pumping in their systems was enough to make him forget why they were there. They were both on the floor with no real reason, or hurry, to have to get up. He just smiled as he nodded in agreement. The man had no intention of stopping even now. Naturally whatever pace they took in this relationship was going to be up to Dianah, but Jaron was going to push until she set up a boundary. So far, she had not set any.

HIs lips found hers again, not wanting to be without her taste on his lips for long. Whatever the spar had been about when it started, that had changed. It had become about testing each other, and not just for their mettle in battle. They had tested each other's worthiness in a way that only Mandalorians would. As far as Jaron was concerned there was no one else that he needed to look for. If anyone ever asked when it was that Jaron knew for certain that Dianah was the one that he wanted, this moment would be it. Everything else before or after was superfluous to this moment in time.

It froze long enough for Jaron to relish in the one thing that he knew. [member="Dianah Vi'Dreya"] had to be the woman in his vision. He would not allow it to be any other way. As if he could will it to be so, Jaron determined that in his mind and in his heart. She didn't know it, but the moment she broke his nose, Dianah had won his heart, a thing that had not been so easy to win by any stretch of the imagination. The cracked bones in her arm were testament to that.

As he thought about her arm, Jaron searched out the wound as they continued to kiss. It was a dangerous thing to use the force in moments of passion like this considering the bond it could form, but Jaron didn't care. Her arm was injured, and he healed it, simple as that. Whatever of his mind and feelings she would see as the force washed over her in that moment didn't matter. He was an open book to her.

 

[Darth Miseria]

A trademark smirk coming from Jaron was all it took to turn her cheeks crimson. When his lips caught hers again her heart fluttered in her chest and for some reason she felt more breathless than she had done through out the entire fight. She had forgotten all about the pain in her arm and the fact that she had broken Jaron's nose. It didn't even matter that they were lying on a dirty, dusty floor.

The light side of the force reached out once again, encircling them both in its warm embrace. Behind it was all the intensity of their past few meetings and the constant game of cat and mouse they played. His determination to win her heart entangled with their deep desire for one another made it clear what was going to happen next. He had proved himself beyond any other man she had ever met and she was ready to give up the chase.

Dianah wasn't concentrating on the strange sensation of her bone being knitted back together. The only thing she could focus on was the soft skin of his lips against hers and once the stiffness in her arm disappeared she tangled herself around him. Dianah reached up to pull away the robes wrapped tightly around his chest...

A shrill sound coming from the micro-datapad attached to her wrist broke the passionate atmosphere. Dianah pulled away from the kiss with a sultry smile and a tutting sound. The bright blue fire of the tiny datapad made her squint her eyes as she glanced at it. A soft groan left her lips, followed by a shake of her head. She wanted nothing more than to stay in the secluded sparing grounds and take their relationship to the next step but duty called.

'Mmm. I can't ignore this... I have to go.'

She turned her head to press a single kiss against his nose. Untangling herself from Jaron was the most difficult thing she'd ever had to do, where she found the will power was beyond her. Though every muscle in her body cried out in protest some part was pleased the chase would continue. They would see each other again, maybe even sooner now he knew what hand she was going to deal next. Dianah pushed herself up from the ground and attempted to fix the remains of her silks, which of course was hopeless.

Slowly, she walked out of the sparring ground backward with her eyes still firmly fixed on Jaron and a playful smile on her face.

'I'll see you later, my miserable cyar'ika.'

[member=Jaron Lesan]