Old Wounds

[Anora Vahn]

To be perfectly honest, Anora wasn't sure how she felt about that reaction and response. For a moment she had stood there, squinting after Tyran as he stepped away, but then she simply figured what else did she have to lose? So the brunette had rounded and made her way back to the ship. She apparently hadn't gone as far as she originally had thought she had, which wasn't a bad thing especially for the return trip.

But she sat around and waited, curious now as to what in the heck was possibly coming her way now. And when Tyran returned, Anora lofted a brow slowly at him and drummed her fingers against the arm rest of the chair she was in. She didn't say anything, but she was very clearly waiting for an explanation.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"I saw you with that stick earlier, your form, could use some work." He said tossing her one of the pugil sticks. "Your Jedi trainers haven't done a very good job teaching you to fight, you might as well come out of this experience with some kind of knowledge." Tyran said as he walked towards the storage area of the ship where there was more room.

"Here's the deal, pin me to the ground for five seconds and I'll get rid of the Force eating lizard. If I pin you, then I run you through a gauntlet of physical exercises regardless of whether or not you can feel your limbs. Deal?"

 

[Anora Vahn]

There was a loud, almost obnoxious scoff from Anora. "My form is just fine." she stated, "Not in tight spaces with a stick, but otherwise it's fine."

She caught the stick regardless, and got up to follow him. She shifted it from hand to hand, getting a feel for it as she made her way to the storage space behind him. "Not exactly the ideal bargain." she pointed out. His armor and her...well...not. "But, alright." she waved her free hand at him and shifted her stance just a tad. "Ditching the lizard sounds like a good idea."

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Your form is terrible." He said again. "I saw it in action on Kashyyyk. The Jedi have ingrained a sense of fairness and equality in you, when in every confrontation it should always be your goal to make sure you're the one standing when it's done." He said as he turned on his pugil stick and a rather loud sparking noise crackled throughout the storage place.

He adopted a defensive stance with the stick. "Ladies first."

 

[Anora Vahn]

"Ha, you want a good fight? Get rid of the damned lizard now. Then we'll see who's standing at the end." Anora stated, and while she was trying not to get aggravated, after everything that had happened over the past couple of days? It was harder and harder to keep level headed.

Especially right now, when she was cut off from the Force.

The pugil stick came to life in her hand, but she didn't hesitate. She moved, the weapon came up, and she was on the offensive. She wanted that lizard gone.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"You use the Force as a crutch, you'll be crippled if you find yourself without it." He said as he dodged to the left with some surprising speed. The armor may have looked heavy, and it was, but a lifetime of fighting in it had made Tyran learn how to move with an agility he otherwise shouldn't have had. He brought his knee up into her stomach hard and tapped her between the shoulder blades with the electrified end of the stick and took a few steps back in a calm defensive pose.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora's hands came up quickly enough to block the knee to her gut, but the sting of the stick between her shoulders earned quite the frustrated sound from her. As of late, she was finding it harder and harder not to be frustrated and angry, which was something she usually had no problem with. "It's not a crutch," she huffed out at him, and she brought her own pugil down hard against his leg. Armored or not, she used the movement to get herself away from him enough to start again. "It's a balance. A sense of calm. Like a second skin." she scoffed. "Something you seem to know all about." she added between swings.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Then you should be able to beat me without it." He said as he went on the offensive, kind of surprised by the strength of the impact her swing had on his leg. He pulled no punches and swung for her mid-section hard trying to drive the electrified end into her chest.

 

[Anora Vahn]

Anora shirked back, hissing through her teeth from just how close she had come to getting struck again. The sting of a training saber was bad enough, but the electrified sting of these damned pugil sticks? Oh no, Anora was going to avoid that at any cost. "Says the guy still wearing his second skin." she shot back at him.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"I don't need the training, I've been a soldier since I was thirteen. I know what I'm doing." He said as he swung for her head this time. Getting touched with the end of the stick had clearly made her respect the weapon's power and had put her on the defensive a little bit. He took advantage of that and feinted towards her head a second time but at the last instant brought the right end of the stick down onto her knee and then jammed the right end of the stick into her shoulder.

 

[Anora Vahn]

The blows towards her head weren't easy to get away from, but Anora managed it. However, the blow to her knee brought her down a tad and the hit to her shoulder brought a full on, raged sound from the brunette. She brought her own stick up and swung it sideways, catching him across the helmet with it just to put some distance between them. Anora glowered at him, and the weapon in her possession was twisted from her right hand into her left.

The movement changed the entirety of her posture and form; she wasn't right handed, she was left hand dominant. She was training to be able to use both hands in a fight, for whatever reason at any given point, but now Tyran had pissed her smooth off and when she stepped towards him this time, her hits were harder and faster, and her footwork was more coordinated.

She was done, she wanted the lizard gone, and she wasn't about to get hit with the damn stick again.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

She'd gotten angry which had sealed her fate in this training situation. While her strikes became faster and harder and her foot work more coordinated Tyran was able to find the holes in her offense by closing the distance between them by catching her stick in one strong hand, pulling her close and hip tossing her to the ground and kneeling over her with the electrified end of his stick sizzling just a few millimeters from her face. "Why so angry?" He smirked behind his helmet.

 

[Anora Vahn]

The impact with the floor brought a loud grunt from Anora's lips, but the hum of the stick didn't still her any. Her back arched some and her hips shifted so that she could get her legs wrapped around him firmly. She pushed backwards, and hefted her body too, taking the zap of the stick with grit teeth so that she could shove her own pugil length wise against his chest and add it to shoving him. Flexibility was on her side and she used it to push him over roughly, and then she leaned her weight down on the stick against his chest.

"Because you're an nerf herder." she answered him in a near growl, and shoved roughly down against the stick as if it would emphasize her point.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Thanks for the compliment." He grunted as he gave her a palm strike right in the center of her chest to knock her back. He got up to his feet and placed a boot on her sternum. "We're done here." He said as he took the stick from her grasp and tossed them both down into the storage area. He removed his boot from her chest and removed his helmet. "Is the Force the one thing that you use to control your emotions in a fight?" He asked her. "If so you need to change that, if you can't keep your head level and make the right decisions in combat then you're not going to make it very far as a Jedi."

 

[Anora Vahn]

Hoo boy did she understand why her sister had so easily dipped her fingers into the Dark when she had gotten so mad. Anora felt that spike of anger lash through her, but she didn't move. She didn't even try to move in that moment. It felt like everything hit her all at once, and rather than answer him she just shut her eyes and clenched her jaw closed.

"What does it matter?" she finally huffed out, though didn't open her eyes. "Its painstakingly obvious that my presence back on Kashyyyk is of little importance, much less any training I was doing at the time." her eyes came open. "So why does it matter if my emotions are all over the place?"

 

[Tyran Numeck]

"Because it'll cause you to make mistakes. Fatal ones." he said turning to face her. "If you don't control those with the Force and without the Force you're dead. Is that what you want?" He asked her calmly as he removed his gauntlets as well." He turned his head to look at her. He didn't know why he was trying to help her, for some reason he could just feel this aura of a person who was lost and was just drifting without out much of a plan or a course laid out. Tyran knew what that was like and it had taken some pretty extreme measures to pull him back onto the right path.

"Look I'm not Jedi, but I can show you how to focus. I can teach you how to survive without having to rely on some mystic power that's caused more trouble than good for this galaxy, but if you want to just flail wildly at your opponents and home to land a lucky blow then more power to you. After we're done on Denon I'll drop you at any planet you wish."

 

[Anora Vahn]

A slow, steadying sigh was exhaled through Anora's nose, but she still didn't look at him. She just continued to lay there, staring up at the ship's ceiling. After a moment her eyes closed and she took another deep breath before sitting up slowly. She didn't stand, she just sat up, and then her head turned so that she would finally look at him.

"I don't think I want to go back." Who could blame her? Here she was, a captive to a Mandalorian, and nothing had been done about it - nothing was being done about it. No Order, no Master, no sister. Nothing. How was that supposed to make her feel? "And no, that's not just some emotional snap decision..." she made sure to state before looking away.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

Tyran looked at her for a long moment. "You better think on that good and hard, I don't like having my time wasted." He undid the seals of his armor and carried it to the armory to clean it. He didn't care about the dents and scratches that had accumulated, he wore those proudly. Pristine armor was useless armor. That being said he didn't really like too much dirt accumulating on it, he did have to keep up a certain image after all.

 

[Anora Vahn]

"I've been thinking about it, since you opened your mouth earlier about my lack of rescue." She informed him. There was quiet from her for a time, and then she finally got up and dusted herself off as she went.

"Would you really help me if I didn't go back?" She asked, following after him then stopping short behind him once he had stopped to take the armor off.

 

[Tyran Numeck]

He looked at her and shrugged. "Mandalorians have soft spots for orphans. We'll adopt anyone into our society if they show the smallest shred of being worthy." He said as he grabbed a rag and began to clean his chestplate. "The Mand'alor herself adopted me into her clan after my parents died. Technically I'm her brother." He turned his head back in her direction. "I think there's something worth training in you. I know kark all about the Force but I know how to make a good warrior. You just have to put forth the commitment because it's not going to be easy and it will hurt in more ways than one."