Nine Tenths of the Law

[Alkaios]

When two were locked together on the ground it was incredibly draining, that’s when all sense of proper maneuvers, elegant strikes, all those skills you built up went out the window. It became a full out brawl for survival on both Alkaios and the Jedi’s part. Alkaios’ body ached from slamming both himself and the Mirialan into the ground, something people failed to realize while watching their holoflicks. If it wasn’t for the asheran armorweave Alkaios was sure there would be so much glass in him that he’d look like a pin cushion. Every breath caused another surge of pain to retreat down his body while his hand stayed clenched on the Jedi’s throat. “Will you… Just stop!” Alkaios gasped out. “Your judgement is not today, I do not wish to kill you.” He said during the initial moments after slamming the Jedi but now she was fighting once again.

Legs wrapping around his head, Alkaios forced himself to keep calm, to not struggle or panic. Doing such a thing in a leglock would easily lead to him falling unconscious. Instead the Hellyni’s hands moved to the Mirialan’s waist. Rising to his knees at first and then his feet, Alkaios flexed the muscles in his legs rising up while the Jedi’s legs stayed clamped on his head. Every breath was a struggle and he had to break free. Using his strength and the Jedi’s own weight against her Alkaios would bring her slamming back into the ground leaning his own weight atop her body into the movement to break free. He’d repeat the gesture two times in hopes that the effect of being slammed on her back repeatedly would cause the Jedi to free him. This was a woman fit for being a Hellyni, how she would’ve made a great warrior for the Spathi.

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[Kaiza Pawaro]

Of all things, this was the last one she had expected him to do. Out of nowhere, she felt herself lifted in the air, only to be brutally slammed into the shard-covered floor. Even worse – the man’s own weight landed on her petite form. This positively knocked any and all air out of her lungs, breathing a hopeless struggle. Something poked her in the side. Whether a rib or broken bottle, she’d find out as soon as this fight ended, though it hurt even worse than the sharp, stabbing pain of glass ripping through the sturdy clothes and piercing her yellow skin. Red soaked the Padawan’s back, numerous shards lodged within flesh and promising to dig even deeper.

“Aaaah!” The Padawan cried out, tears rushing into the emeralds adorning her face. For a second, her hold loosened a bit, only to strengthen again and clench the man’s head once more. And then she felt him repeat the stunt as well, hands around her waist, lifting her up.

Without wasting any more time, the young woman’s thumb stroked the lightsaber’s ignition button and moved her hand in a very specific way, a very specific angle. Despite realizing the danger stemming from the following manoeuvre, the teenager went through with it anyway. Twisting her wrist, she spun the blade beneath her – and while it harmlessly passed under her tortured body, it wouldn’t be so merciful to the man’s legs. Just one slash, completely blind, and her thumb let go of the ignition stud, for no matter what followed, the Mirialan had zero desire to impale herself on her own weapon.


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