Outfit: Clothing/Armor |
Glove |
Right Arm |
Talisman
Weapons: Lightsaber 1 |
Lightsaber 2 |
Hook Swords
Azzie had started off strong. The moment Eve shouted Go, she launched herself forward, her legs pumping, the thrill of competition igniting a fire in her chest. She felt the wind whip against her horns, the ground a blur beneath her feet. For a few glorious seconds, she had the lead, her endurance and reflexes carrying her ahead. Then she heard it—Eve's footsteps closing in fast.
Azzie pushed harder, teeth clenched, but Eve was gaining. No, not just gaining—matching her stride for stride. A thrill shot through Azzie's veins, a grin splitting her face. This wasn't just a race anymore; it was a battle.
Neck and neck, they tore across the landscape, neither willing to yield. Her one remaining heart pounded, her lungs burned because of it—her lack of a second heart had cut her ability to maintain an energy output by more than she would have liked even if it was still stronger than others—but the exhilaration drowned out the exhaustion. She risked a sideways glance, catching Everest's determined expression practically mirroring her own—and then, suddenly, Eve wasn't beside her anymore.
Azzie barely had time to register the absence before her foot caught something unexpected. Her momentum betrayed her. Her boots skidded wildly against the grass, desperately trying to find her brakes, and in the heat of the moment, she managed to figure it out.
Too bad it came a split second too late. With all the grace of a falling starfighter, she tumbled forward. Straight over Eve. For a brief, weightless moment, she was airborne. And then—
WHAM.
Azzie hit the ground hard, dirt and grass cushioning her impact but doing nothing to save her dignity. She lay there, stunned, blinking up at the sky.
What... just happened?
Almost as quickly as it had come, the shock melted away, and a bubbling, uncontrollable laughter erupted from her. She clutched her stomach, rolling onto her side, gasping between fits of cackling.
"Oh—" She wheezed, barely able to breathe.
"Oh, that was graceful. I really stuck the landing! What a way to figure out how to get the brakes working, huh?" Through her tears of laughter, she turned her head and met Eve's gaze, and the grass that was sticking out of her hair as well as glued to her face. That was it; she lost it all over again.
"Stars, I hope someone got that on holo," she choked out, her entire body shaking with mirth.
"Because I am never letting either of us live this down."
Eve's laughter was just as uncontrollable, rolling around in the grass with absolute joy. Azzie propped herself up on her elbows, wiping at her eyes, still catching her breath. Pulling pieces of grass out of her clothing, she gave a teasing grin.
"In case of a tie, seniority will cover the lunch, so I guess that would be me. Nice job, little scurrier!"
A commotion off to the side soon drew her attention more so than she would have liked. Maybe it was the way she could feel Aadihr's aura shift before she even saw it, or the name that was uttered:
Falcado.
Anger flared through her chest, cutting her laughter short as abruptly as a dagger strike, a smoky blaze going through her amethyst eyes as she locked them on the brown haired man across the field. She'd seen him come in, but he looked nothing like the woman she'd gotten a visual for (though unintentionally, so she was told). Someone else she didn't recognize had already seemed to step in—as well as
Braze Kai'el
who seemed to try to diffuse things, beating her to the punch, but she didn't seem to care. She'd pulled herself to her feet and took a step,
"Give me a minute; I need to go handle something." She practically spat through gritted teeth.
And that was when the air around them shifted. A blur of motion, an odd smell. Azzie barely had time to register Aadihr's approach before the dust cloud kicked up around them. His heels dug into the dirt, trying desperately to slow down, but—
Oh, frick.
Azzie's instincts screamed at her to move, but her muscles were still a bit sluggish from the earlier tumble, and before she could scramble out of the way, he'd collided with her. She was sent sprawling right back to the ground—and right on top of Eve once again.
"Son of a—! Sorry." She said, rolling to the side and hoping that the other padawan hadn't taken too much of a hit from that collision.
"I said it before, I'll say it again, we really need to stop meeting like this..." She joked, attention then on Aadihr hoping to relieve some of the distress that hung heavily in the air, though the look in her eyes held a warm concern.
Kaelos Vryn
