Faction Phantom Limb [NJO]

[Gweneth Zarari]

Location: Myrkr
Objective: Sparring
Tag: Irvelghrikk Vulpesen

I paused for a moment as I considered the words he gave me and I adjusted my grip on my staff, give in to my frustration and anger, a smirk crossed my face. "Fight with passion? I like that, I prefer to only fight for things that I care about, nature, justice, those sorts of things, how do u channel passion in a game with no winner?" I raised an eyebrow to the wookiee and stepped up my assault. He continued to defend against me but this time I would remain more mobile, switching my stance and trying to get around him. "This is not a realistic fight, if you were to be attempting to strike me back, you would open yourself to my own counter." my voice was frustrated but I felt right in my words.

I felt a sharpness in my grip and I attempted to strike with a little more force than was probably acceptable for a spar, but it was not aimed at the creature but at the mace, trying to loft it out of his hand, there was a crack noise as a linear split formed in my staff and I pulled back to examine my broken weapon, and looked at the wookiee again, beaded sweat was on my forehead. I wanted a proper fight, but I felt that was not on the cards today.​

 

[Silas Westgard]

Location: Myrkr
Objective: Spar his girlfriend
Tag: Thelma Goth

Silas looked to Thelma with a focused face and settled himself into a relaxed stance. Slowly, they'd both circle each other to try and figure out an opening move to catch their opponent off guard. Thelma threw herself at him first and closed the distance within moments, throwing a left hook into the side of his body.

The knight grunted from the blow and leaned to the side, hurt from the girl's unnatural power. However, as retaliation, he'd suddenly fall down to one knee and sweep his leg against hers to knock her back first to the floor. Thelma was going to be quick standing up, if she was kept on the floor Silas could use his strength and weight to his advantage. ​

 

[Resh]

Myrkr
Eloise Dinn​

Resh scrambled up to his feet the moment Eloise shifted her weight off him. He raised a fist instinctively, intent to act while he had the upper hand. But then he stopped, seeing her still recovering from the hit. He lowered his offensive, and approached her with an outstretched hand.

"Um… sorry."

 

[Vulpesen]

Passion was all well and good, indeed, it was perhaps the largest reason that Vulpesen had never considered himself to be a paragon of the light. Gweneth's retort on the subject brought a smile to the wilder's lips. He'd chosen well in his choice of initiate to the sect. "To care is the definition of passion. And the lass has a point. Go on and punch her in the face. It builds character." At least, that's what he told himself. If true, it would mean that he had built quite a bit of character long before he ever joined the order, and many times after.

It was rare, Vulpesen thought, for a jedi or any agent of good to strike first, or to attack so well defended an opponent. He saw the value in the training to be sure, but more often than not, experience had taught him that those truly devoted to the dark side were quick to strike first. It was the conviction in power that brought about such certainty, and it was rare that Vulpesen found reason to be the aggressor when faced with the chance to face his opponent, even on a battlefield.

Gweneth Zarari Irvelghrikk

 

[Ko Vuto]

Tag: Braze ​

Given where they were, Ko was unable to sense Braze’s worries and doubts. Especially as he turned his back to him. But hearing the young boy's words made it clear how they were feeling. His shoulders sagged some and he turned back to Braze, looking over his shoulder some as he did. Knowing it would be good to actually explain himself to the half-echani. “Yeah I’m alright, you didn’t really hurt me, just worried that we got a little carried away… That slash to my neck, it scared me a little. Wouldn’t want to have my mask damaged here. And I caught myself feeling pretty angry with you because of that.” Ko believed wholeheartedly that one of the greatest responsibilities of a Jedi was to be very mindful of their emotions. Not to discard or suppress them, even though some have practiced and advocated for such an approach in the past.

Still though, even though it’s been brief so far, Ko still could recognize that there was still plenty to be learned from today. Mostly in better recognizing his biology as an exploitable weakness when in combat and likely needing to adapt his combat to overcome such a unique weakness to him.

“It seems to me like Master Kai’el is doing a good job with training you.” Braze seemed to be fighting with a very makashi-esque style. Ko wasn’t sure if the younger padawan picked that up from his master or not. The Sentinel of Harmony never really seemed like the kind of guy that would have much interest in the apparent gracefulness of Form II. But then again it was the style that Ko was least familiar with along with Form VII

 

[Eloise Dinn]

"Um… sorry."

Eloise responded by grabbing his outstretched arm, twisting it, and then flipping him onto the ground.

Resh​

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Ko Vuto

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Braze's realization hit him like a wave crashing upon the shore. He had been so focused on proving himself and pushing his limits that he hadn't considered the potential consequences of his actions. As Ko pointed to his mask, Braze's heart sank with remorse. He had not taken into account the critical need for Ko's breathing apparatus during their training session.

"I'm sorry," Braze said, his voice tinged with genuine regret. "I guess I wasn't thinking about the reality of it being only a training session." He could see now how his usual aggressive approach could pose a serious risk to Ko's well-being, even with training sabers.

"I tend to play rough," he admitted, his gaze downcast as he reflected on his impulsive nature. Braze had always been one to embrace challenges and demonstrate his strength, but he had to admit that there were times when his fervor overshadowed his consideration for others.

"I can try to avoid neck and head attacks if you want to try again," he offered sincerely, wanting to make amends for his oversight. He understood the importance of restraint and precision in training, especially when it came to sparing with others who relied on critical equipment.

"I'm used to 'playing rough'," he continued, trying to assure Ko that he could handle a more controlled approach to their sparring. "Don't worry about hurting me or treating me like a little youngling, okay?" Braze insisted, wanting to prove that he was more than capable of holding his own in a fair and measured fight.

He looked at Ko with a determined expression, his desire to continue the training evident in his eyes. "I can take a few rounds with the 'big boys'," he said, emphasizing his readiness to face challenges head-on.

 

[Cailen Corso]

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“Together,” Cailen echoed with a grin. He turned his eyes to the corridor ahead, trying to recall where the droids were concentrated the heaviest.

He wanted to avoid running through again and taking another bolt if possible, but perhaps with the three of them working together, it wouldn’t be as much of an issue. If they ran together, kept a close eye on the droids, and called out threats, they could pass through. Cailen looked to Loomi first, giving her a nod. Then he glanced to Aliris Tremiru with confidence.

They’d make it through.

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Tags: Loomi | Aliris Tremiru | + OPEN​

 

[Resh]

Myrkr
Eloise Dinn​

"I deserved that." Resh grunted once he was tossed to the ground.

 

[Eloise Dinn]

The instructor began counting down like a referee. Resh would have until the count of ten to get up and continue the spar, or else he would be out.

Eloise stood over him, panting, blood running down her leg from where his fangs had bit her. Daring him with her furious eyes to stand up.

Resh

 

[Thelma Goth]

When Silas let out a grunt of pain at the first blow, Thelma hesitated. It was only a spar, after all, and she didn’t want to hurt him. That momentary distraction cost her. He was able to sweep her leg, knocking her flat on her back and holding her there with his weight.

“Oh, come on!” she exclaimed. Less than a minute into the fight and he already had her pinned down.

Now, Thelma had the strength to simply push him off her. But she was a little too cocky and thought she could not only free herself, but pin him down all in a single move. So she wrapped her arms and legs around him and tried to roll over so that she would be on top of him. Unfortunately, gravity and physics were working against her and all she accomplished was feeling (and probably looking) rather silly.

At least she found humor in it, grinning through flushed cheeks. Releasing her hold, she gave Silas a simple shove and was able to get to her feet again.

Silas Westgard​

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora should have seen it coming, but maybe the Princess was still unused to being challenged by riffraff. She'd barely managed to wheeze her way through Valery's 'easy mode' training.

Perhaps she'd indulged in too many of those tiny, intricately decorated tiered cakes they staff bakers made at the palace in Axilla.

Mud splattered across her face like an earthy slap, causing her to halt her advance and flail wildly for purchase on the soft ground. Shan's leg hooked across her ankle, and down she went – not before grappling the Mirialian by the shoulder in an attempt bring him with her. If she was going into the muck, then so was he, this time as her cushion.

"I am not weird!" She proclaimed, either thoroughly offended by his words to just irritated to be dirty. "You should take my advice, because your pores can be seen from Bespin!" Meanwhile, mud dripped down her face in an unsightly display.

It probably wasn't the devastating insult she thought it was. Still, Cora would attempt to do the exact same thing Shan was doing, in her own way, without realizing it – attempt to gain victory though restraining his limbs.

Shan Pavond

 

[Shan Pavond]

Shan couldn't help but grin as the mud splattered across Cora's face. It gave him the motivation to keep going on in the spar. Well to be fair, he was going to keep going until he got knocked out. He wanted to try and make sure that Kahlil would be proud with his performance, even if he had no real plan of attack for anything.

Though he didn't expect to be grabbed as Cora started to go down. It was going to be hard for him to try and figure out how to go with this. He couldn't exactly roll with Cora since she was going to be trying to pin him in the mud but he had a plan as Shan just held out his elbow, getting ready to try and use the bony part of his elbow to dig into Cora.

"You're totally weird! You're more gross than a womp rat!" He was still focusing on his insults, alongside trying to annoy Cora more and more, trying to use his free hand to scoop up mud...and just smear it over Cora or dump it over her. Anything to try and make her lose her concentration. Sure, it might cause him more suffering by making Cora mad but this was fun! A good ol' brawl in the mud with friends!...At least he hoped Cora was still going to be his friend after this.

Part of the Padawan was glad that he was a Mirialan as he was able to rely on his species' enhanced flexibility as he tried to twist himself around in Cora's grip as she tried to restrain him, whilst lifting his knees up to try and start kneeing Cora wherever he could. Any hesitance he had to hurting Cora was gone at this point. It was a big free for all!

Corazona von Ascania

 

[Ko Vuto]

Tag: Braze ​

Ko listened to the younger padawan’s response. “It’s okay Braze, I think I also may have just overreacted. After all, I've been knocked around quite a bit and I’ve lost my mask before. So it shouldn’t really be an issue I guess.” The Kel Dor felt like he mustn't worry about getting hit in the head or neck. They explained that they’re used to ‘playing rough.’ “I was also a little annoyed that you responded aggressively to getting picked up and hit.”

To the elder boy, he felt like the point of sparing might be lost on Braze. It wasn’t about trying to beat up the other person, or to see how much damage you could do. More so just to engage in a bit of pressure testing for their respective fighting style and learn maneuvers against a resisting opponent without any real consequences.

Ko had the feeling the boy wouldn’t be convinced by words however. Perhaps he really did need to get pummeled to understand why going full throttle with sparring wasn’t wise. “Well then, I guess there’s no real reason to discontinue sparring early.” Ko replied before igniting his lightsaber once more. Ready to continue fighting with Braze. “Maybe this time you can get me without using any cheap shots.” He said referring to Braze’s scrappy outburst earlier.

 

[Braze]

TAGS: Ko Vuto

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Braze was initially excited to hear that Ko would continue to spar with him. But that comment about a cheap shot seemed to really rile him up as he immediately charged forwards the moment Ko's saber was ignited, igniting his own as he lunged forwards this time aiming for the 'heart' location. He came fast with a flurry of quick attacks expecting Ko to parry, he was laying out an onslaught of quick succession to line up for a nice riposte.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

No one had ever spoken to her with such brazenly direct insults. Shan was attempting to rile Cora up, and it was working.

"How— how dare you! Such…ngh…vulgarity!" Cora hissed as they wrestled in the muck. She gagged as he smeared her vision with mud, and the Mirialian was attempting to wriggle away, all elbows and knees.

"Stop…moving! …you…you…uncouth ruffian!"
Cora grunted as she tried to maintain her hold on Shan, but she was constantly having to change her grip and position. An elbow jabbed her in the rib cage and she gasped in a moment of breathless pain, one hand releasing his fist as it moved of its own accord.

Slap!

With an open palm, Cora smacked the Mirialian in the face before he managed to free himself from beneath her. The young noble woman scrambled to her feet, arms held out to her sides as she observed the earthy sludge as it slowly dripped from her body.

"Ughhhh!" She groaned, shivering at the uncomfortable feeling of being dirty. On top of that, she'd begun to sweat too. Cora squinted over to Shan.

"Truce? I'd quite like a shower."

She'd had enough of the verbal and physical mud slinging.

Shan Pavond

 

[Shan Pavond]

Shan could apologise once the spar was actually over and done with. He just had to focus on trying to get out as he threw various knees and elbows in Cora's direction to try and move away. Pushing against Cora to try and wiggle his way free like a worm.

Just kicking up more mud and flailing about in it, before all of a sudden, Shan felt a sharp pain across his face alongside a loud smacking sound as the Mirialan let out a yelp of surprised pain at that. He was able to wiggle out from the grapple at least, pushing himself up to his feet and brushing himself off slightly of the mud, letting it just drop straight back to the ground.

"Truce? I'd quite like a shower."

"Sure...Sure. Though I don't think you need a shower. You still look great." He gave a half hearted smile under all of the muck and mud, stepping forward to try and brush some of the stuff off Cora's shoulder. It was the least he could do after his little verbal tirade. "We're...erh...still friends right? I didn't mean anything I had said. I just knew I wouldn't have a chance against you, unless I made you mad, since you know more than me." Compliments and excuses were all Shan could give right now.

Corazona von Ascania

 

[Resh]

Myrkr
Eloise Dinn​

Resh looked anxiously into Eloise's burning gaze, with half a mind to just call it there. But something in him spurred the boy to roll over onto his knees, and stand back up. He grunted and rubbed the scrape on his elbow, before raising his fists half-heartedly, as if leaving the option open for them to just end the spar now. He somehow doubted Dinn would feel the same way.

 

[Eloise Dinn]

Resh
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Resh got up, but it was clear he didn't want to be there anymore. Whatever taste for battle he'd had was gone, and quite frankly Eloise wasn't enthusiastic about beating him up anymore. Not when it seemed like he would barely put up a fight.

With a wordless grunt, she lowered her fists and bowed to him, ending the spar. Glancing at the blood on her leg, she bit her lip. "Nice fangs," she muttered before walking away.

 

[Corazona von Ascania]

Cora's raised brow asked Shan if he was serious about that.

"I most certainly do need a shower. But," She grimaced as her hand wiped a glob of sticky mud from her shoulder. "Of course we're still friends, Shan. It'll take more than a few insults - which I am certain that you did not mean - to scare me off."

His complements worked, loosening her tight expression into something a little more relaxed, despite birth covered in filth.

"Using your words to unbalance an opponent is tactful." She admitted with a faint smile. "You did well. I suppose I need to learn how to not let such things get to me."

After clearing a sufficient amount of mud from her body so as to not feel like she'd been submerged in a bog, Cora's focus drifted to Shan. She winced seeing the split of his lip and the handprint on his face. It was a spar, but it still wasn't nice to see a friend injured, especially when she was the one who'd struck him.

"Why didn't you hit me back?"

Shan Pavond