Faction Rager Teenager

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Simple Black Robes with Tailored Shirt and Pants
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Well Worn Boots, Weal & Woe
Bag with Med Kit

Tags:
Open to Sith students or those invited by Sith students

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Rumors had flown around for a while now, tensions between two particular students were reaching a boiling point. It wasn't even that either had done anything particularly egregious to the other, more so that pride was on the line. And it wasn't just pride, it had a lot to do with heritage too. Zabrak were known as the most hardheaded humanoid species in the galaxy for a reason. Not only was their bone density something to be marveled at and considerably higher than most other sentient species to be found. From birth, most zabrak were also instilled with a sense of combat superiority. There were of course particularly cunning or sly members of their species, but their physiology was such that it rewarded outright use of strength most of all.

Regardless, whispers of an unsanctioned yet still permissible event of violence traveled through Kor'ethyr Academy. It was sometime soon after the dance and those who might be involved had been wise enough to choose a location off campus. Somewhere deep in no-man's-land where only the King himself held dominion, teens and young adults of the academy planned to gather for a rowdy opportunity. Naami and Gavin Vel tore through the desert on speeders that the teen hadn't cared to ask the source of. He felt pretty certain Gav didn't own a speeder, much less two, but for the moment it was a great chance for bonding between them. Racing through dunes and occasionally spotting other students on their way to the same destination, crumbling architecture soon rose ahead of them on the sandy horizon.

Shambling ruins of an old sandstone castle which might once have been considered grand and belonged to some minor lord of an ancient society drew nearer as they sped forwrad. The place had seen better days a millennia ago perhaps, but now it was the perfect staging ground for delinquent excitement. Naami and his battle brother pulled up at the outskirts of the ruins. The zabrak cast a sidelong look at his friend and second in the formal contest to come. He knew the brawler would have his back, but he also wished Micah tol Powl was there. He'd purposefully not borrowed the Cat Carrier in hopes that his best friend might find time to join them after taking a break from his immense amount of school work. Pushing those thoughts from his mind, the boy scaled a set of deteriorating stairs rapidly to get his first glimpses at who was gathering to watch him settle a score with Maiza Vex .

 

[Gavin Vel]

Gavin didn’t bother asking questions when Naami came looking for help. All that mattered was that Naami needed backup, and Gavin was eager to provide it—whether it involved cracking skulls or just glaring menacingly at whoever dared to challenge his friend. Even after learning it would be Naami’s fight rather than his own, Gavin kept a charged grin on his face, ready to make their entrance as memorable as possible.

It hadn’t taken much effort to secure transportation from the speeder hangar. The lone student on watch duty cowered under Gavin’s threats of decorative violence, hastily unlocking two battered speeders without another word. Gavin had cackled at how easily people folded under a little intimidation, then made two quick trips to tow both vehicles out.

Before long, the pair blazed across the shifting dunes of Korriban. Naami, intent on preserving focus, wore a subdued expression—serious and composed. Gavin, on the other hand, was anything but. He whooped and hollered, revving the speeder far beyond its design. His heavy frame combined with a fearless love of speed made for a jarring ride, especially when he launched off a dune and landed with a heavy crunch of metal and sand.

When the contours of an ancient sandstone castle broke the horizon—its crumbling walls a testament to a once-proud heritage long forgotten—Gavin slowed his reckless pace just enough to avoid wiping out, scanning the ruin with a mocking sort of awe. The towering entrance, half-eroded by time and desert winds, led into a courtyard that looked equal parts haunting and claustrophobic, perfect for a private showdown.

Dismounting with a self-assured swagger, Gavin let Naami slip off to finalize his pre-fight preparations. The Zabrak’s silent determination contrasted sharply with Gavin’s sheer bombast. Bounding up the cracked stone steps two at a time.

At last, Gavin and Naami emerged onto the flat expanse of the roof, the evening’s sky throwing long shadows across the open space. Weathered railing lined the perimeter, half-collapsed in places, leaving wide gaps that overlooked the sprawl below. A scattering of exposed support beams rose intermittently, giving the top floor an almost skeletal appearance. Gavin, still riding the thrill of their climb, let out a sharp exhale, boots hitting the worn surface with a dusty thud. Naami, more reserved in both his step and his demeanor, walked a pace behind, shoulders set in composed readiness. Beneath them, winds swept across the open concept area, an unspoken invitation to stand on the edge and peer out over the ruined realm beyond.

“All right, you human-shaped wastes of space forgotten by the Force—” he announced, throwing his arms wide as if this place were his personal arena. “Make way for the future of the Sith Order.” Glancing around, his gaze locked on a familiar face: Isiko, one of the more annoying students from class. Gavin couldn’t resist a bit of intimidation. “Don’t you even look at him, Isiko!” he snarled, stomping forward with a raised fist. The moment Isiko flinched, Gavin barked out a laugh, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

Behind him, Naami maintained a sober silence, as though every ounce of calm was needed to keep his mind on the approaching confrontation. Gavin, however, stood tall, feeding off the tension as if it were pure adrenaline, ready to see just how far they could push this ancient battleground—and any rivals foolish enough to stand in their way.

 

[Lucette]

Viers Connory​

Lucy tilted her head slightly as the whispers of the unsanctioned fight grew louder among the passing students. Her sharp hearing picked up fragments of gossip, enough to piece together the key details: Zabrak pride, a long-brewing rivalry, and the location—a crumbling sandstone ruin in the no-man's-land outside Kor'ethyr Academy. It wasn't exactly a civilized gathering, but it did have an undeniable allure of excitement and danger. She glanced at Viers, a mischievous glint in her sapphire eyes.

"Well, Viers," she began, her tone both amused and conspiratorial, "it seems our fellow students are keen on making history tonight. And since we just happen to be here, it would be a shame to miss the spectacle, don't you think?" Her lips curved into a sly smile as she gestured toward the distant ruins visible on the horizon.

Before Viers could respond, Lucy tugged lightly on her sleeve and led her in the direction of the gathering. "We'll need a proper view, of course. What's the point of attending if we can't see who has the better form?" She paused and threw a glance over her shoulder, her expression equal parts teasing and calculated. "Besides, I have a feeling this could be quite educational."

As they approached the ruins, the hum of voices grew louder, mingling with the occasional growl of speeders and the crunch of boots on sand. The sandstone castle, worn by time and desert winds, loomed ahead—a perfect backdrop for the kind of reckless bravado their peers seemed intent on displaying.

Lucy scanned the crumbling structure, her sharp gaze quickly identifying a set of higher, still-intact walls that would offer a commanding view of the central arena. "There," she said, pointing to the spot. "We'll have the best vantage point from up there. Come on."

Her movements were precise yet unhurried as she began to ascend the deteriorating stairs, her boots barely making a sound against the ancient stone. She glanced back at Viers, her smile widening. "Keep up, Viers. I'd hate for you to miss the opening act."

The thrill of rebellion, of being somewhere she most certainly shouldn't, made her pulse quicken. Yet, beneath her poise and composed demeanor, Lucy couldn't help but feel a flicker of curiosity about the combatants themselves. She'd read about Zabrak physiology in her studies—how their resilience and strength made them formidable warriors—but seeing it in action would be something else entirely.

Once they reached their chosen perch, Lucy perched gracefully on the edge of the wall, her posture deceptively relaxed. She crossed one leg over the other and leaned slightly forward, her chin resting lightly on her hand as she surveyed the growing crowd below. "Now then," she said to Viers, her voice soft but laced with anticipation, "let's see if this fight lives up to all the hype."

 

[Kivah]

Theme
Kivah's Maia swoop made a deep growling purr under her that rose into a screeching whine as she ramped up the throttle. She rode it right up the side of every dune, jumping the sleek black bike dozens of meters through the cold night sky each time. The slack of her riding jacket whipped and popped in the dragging wind, the reflective markings catching the occasional glint from the stars above. Something like this was just what she needed after providing a shoulder for Domina to cry on. Not that she minded doing that, but it kinda got a girl down. Flicking the clutch, she switched to snaking between the dunes, leaning the bike through turns at nearly a hundred kilometers an hour, lights would have been useless at this speed, not that the specialized racing swoop had any.

The ruins loomed up, others already there, and Kivah hit the brake, letting it pop the nose almost vertical as she stood on the pegs as she rode it through the gates. Stepping off with a spin, Kivah left one hand on the near grip to hold the brake and bring the swoop down into a resting position behind her before she shut it down and withdrew the key and locked down the bike. Wouldn't do for it to get stolen out from under her by a drunk teenager, not when she'd gone to such efforts to steal the thing for herself. From the panniers she withdrew handfuls of round spheres which she tossed into the air where their repulsorlifts kicked on. Lights swirled around the area before settling into a mostly even illumination of the courtyard, where it looked like Naamino and her housemate Gavin were preparing for the fight. A quartet of floating spheres joined the others already in the air, tossed up as Kivah crossed the open area. These didn't illuminate, rather speakers began blasting out music to get the party really going.

"Hey guys." She shot Gavin an upwards nod as she approached before directing her attention to Naamino. Everything she could say had been considered and discarded. He was ready for this, he'd been trained to fight same as Maiza. Eventually she settled on "You've got this, focus on the anger and remember what Myunnah keeps telling you about taking down your prey." The animosity between the two was already well nurtured to have come to this point and he didn't need any more coaching. Standing next to them, she pulled a flask from her jacket and drank a mouthful of whiskey before offering it to Gavin. Now there was a thought, the two of them had never fought. Hadn't even gotten that close, though he'd looked like he might have been fun in a bunk before he'd shaved his head. But the two of them had also never so much as spared, let alone fought. Somewhere along the way, Kivah had decided that the two of them coming to blows would be an awful idea.

Naamino Zuukamano | Gavin Vel

 

[Maiza Vex]

Theme: We Will Rock You
Equipment: Clothing | Face Paint | Bracelet | Dagger | Knives
Tags: Naamino Zuukamano | Gavin Vel | Kivah

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A mirror sat across the open fire that Maiza sat on the other side of as she applied her war paint. The paint made her white face tattoos noticeable no longer fading into her peach-colored skin. Her body tattoos now visible as she wore a short tank top displaying her Zabrak heritage proudly in her tribal art upon her body. Her golden eyes stared into the mirror across from the campfire she had set out in the desert away from campus. Her hair pulled back into rows so even her small vestigial crown of horns were visible.

As she finished painting her face she began to wrap her fists in cloth as she continued to look at herself in the mirror. This fight to her wasn't about proving who was stronger, it wasn't even about glory. No it was about a pride and honor and that which Naamino Zuukamano besmirched by claiming her nothing more then a half breed. It could only be settled the way of the Zabrak in combat, it was how they settled their differences when neither side would give ground. It would be settled when one of them conceded or could no longer stand.

To the victor went the rite to well be right. "Your just a mutt, an untamable mongrel so fight like one." She said to the person in the mirror staring back at her. It could be so much easier Maiza knew it she could make everyone love her, cheer her name. That wasn't real though, just a poison trick of the mind she could do. There was no honor in that, and it was better to feel the hate, disgust, and fear to know what those around her really thought instead of keeping them all in euphoric mind fog.

She stood up and put out the fire as she took one last look in the dwindling flame in the mirror and herself. It was to remind who she was; she was Maiza Vex the mutt who wasn't going to let anyone make her feel lesser. She grabbed the dagger that had been set on the stone next to her which made her glance at the bracelet on her wrist. It made her think of Iskendyr Yvarro for a moment, it was strange the pretty boy who grew up in luxury and riches was one of the few people who didn't look down on her. She shook away from the thought she couldn't be distracted as she slipped the dagger between her teeth and took off.

Up the stairs she went, she could feel the crowd of kids growing slowly as she made her way up the steps to the roof top. As she came up the stairs and onto the roof she took a look around only make a quick glance and assessment of Naami, Gavin, and Kivah take note the nerd cat wasn't with them. She moved to her corner of the roof and pulled the dagger she had set being held between her teeth and set it down on the ledge and removed several of her other knives from her person. This was a traditional fight so no weapons, that didn't mean she wasn't going to bring some protection just in case all hell broke loose. She just wouldn't use them in the fight, so she set them on a small corner of the roof she declared as her spot. As she looked at the bracelet again a small smile coming to her face before pulling it from her wrist, setting it with her things.

With her back turned to most of the crowd the scars are her back were noticeable the remaining remnants of the time she had taken on a jedi on the back of a speeder bike. She looked every bit a battle hardened Zabrak even if she was also half zeltron. The Mutt then turned and moved to the center of the roof as she finally looked into the crowd to see if there was anyone she knew. She had no hype man or entourage she was just here to fight though if she got the chance, she was going to kick the big man next to Naami in the balls.

"We gonna fight or do you need more time with mommy and daddy?" She goaded him referring to Kivah and Gavin as his mom and dad. "Or are they going to fight with you?"

 

[Iskendyr Yvarro]

Iskendyr adjusted the cuff of his sleeve as he made his way through the crowd gathering at the rooftop entrance, the remnants of the Life Day celebration a distant memory now. The rumors had reached him moments after the dance ended, whispers of Maiza squaring off against another Zabrak, Naami, in a traditional fight. He'd barely paused to consider heading home, his curiosity—and, if he admitted it to himself, his concern—leading him here instead.

The murmurs of students, the clinking of rooftop pipes, and the crisp night air combined into a chaotic symphony. It wasn't his scene, not really, but Maiza was, and that was reason enough. He ascended the stairs, the crimson underside of his cape catching the light of makeshift glow rods held by the spectators. His steps were measured, deliberate, and his presence seemed to ripple through the crowd as students turned to glance at the finely dressed figure weaving his way upward.

He recalled the tense situation he stumbled upon when he first met the trio of Maze, Naami and Micah. He had hoped it had been settled but clearly he was wrong. As Iskendyr emerged onto the rooftop, the tension was palpable. The gathered students—an eclectic mix of smug faces and excited whispers—circled loosely around the open space. In the center stood Maiza, her back to him, her knives set aside in a small pile. He recognized the scars on her back, a silent testament to battles fought long before this night. She radiated defiance, her every movement purposeful as she squared off against her opponent.

Naami was a brute when he had to be, Iskendyr exhaled, this was such a situation he supposed.

Stepping fully into the rooftop space, Iskendyr's polished boots clicked faintly against the concrete, a sound that seemed louder in the tense silence. Conversations hushed as more students noticed him, his presence an elegant contrast to the raw, gritty energy of the impending fight. He didn't speak immediately, instead scanning the scene with the air of someone entirely in control of himself, despite the chaos surrounding him.

Iskendyr didn't step into the center—he knew better than to interfere. This wasn't his fight, and as much as he disliked the idea of her going head-to-head with someone clearly built for brute strength, he respected her enough to let her prove herself. Instead, he moved to the edge of the crowd, finding a spot where she could see him if she glanced his way.

The Dosuunian's eyes fell to Naami, a peer he considered a friend. Caught between a rock and a hard place, Iskendyr just hoped neither would damage each other too severely. "Maze," he all but bellowed, and for the first time it came with a boom. "Fight well." Fight well? Are you bloody daft? It's a Zabrak duel. She's going to need more than 'moral support' you nerf herder. He looked around for a moment before settling into a spot where he could see her. Hoping she couldn't see him cringing internally.

Maiza Vex | Naamino Zuukamano | Gavin Vel | Kivah ​

 

[Haro Aven]

LOCATION: WILD SPACE >> SITH HOLY WORLDS >> KORRIBAN >> KOR'ETHYR ACADEMY​

OBJECTIVE: WITNESS A BRAWL | PARTY WITH THE BADAWANS | IMPRESS Leshanna ​

SWAG: SPEEDER BIKE | FIT VIBES | THEME​

TAGS: in post | Iskendyr Yvarro | Lucette ​

The rumor mill had been churning out some particularly interesting chatter as of late about an upcoming gathering to witness a brawl between rival students meant to take place somewhere off campus. Intrigued, Haro brought up the topic with more than a few of his fellow classmates and was able to glean that the rival students in question were both Zabrak intent on settling some long-standing feud, then party about it after. His suspicions of who it might be were confirmed when one of the girls from his Naval Warfare class said she was pretty sure one of them was the guy from their class that she'd seen Haro talking to. He was certainly not surprised that Naamino Zuukamano might be involved in something like this, considering how he'd treated Haro and just how he was in general.

Once he'd gathered the key details, Haro immediately sought out Leshanna to share the news and find out what she knew about it, if anything. To Haro's surprise and satisfaction, Lesh hadn't been told about the event yet, but she did share that she'd had a feeling there had been tensions between Naami and this Maiza Vex and this confirmed her suspicions. Haro jumped on the opportunity to ask her if she would ride with him to the old ruins on his new speeder bike. Well, it was new to him at least. He had just finished fixing up and restoring the old bike to some semblance of its former glory after he'd found it in a scrapyard. He hadn't finished the paint job or tricked it out with all the cool mods he was planning but the important parts were ready and running.

Ecstatic that Lesh had agreed to go with him, Haro practically bounded to his dorm to change out of his First Year uniform and into his trusty cargo pants, T-shirt and leather jacket, then down to the mechanics garage where he'd been working on his bike to run some final checks. He decided to swipe a few of the speakers scattered about the garage and take advantage of the fact that the mechanics supervisor had left for the evening to slice into his office and snoop around for some of that whiskey he'd seen the old ardennian sipping on before. He soon rolled up to the spot they'd agreed to pick up Lesh, putting on a mocking "cool kid" act as he lowered his shades to give her a comically suave look, hoping to get a giggle out of her. The act was quickly discarded, especially if she made comment about the bike, and goofy playful Haro was back as he helped her up onto the bike and sped off into the sunset toward the ruins.

As they crested the last dune and finally got eyes on the ancient sandstone structure, it was clear it was already being taken over by students–various speeders were scattered about the sand around the crumbling ruin and movement haunted the jagged rooftop and exposed hallways. Thrilled at the sight, Haro pushed the limits of his bike and tore through the sands with a whoop before finally slowing to a stop as they approached. He leaped off first then, caught up in his own excitement, snatched up Lesh by the waist as she started to dismount and swooped her off the speeder, spinning her around before he let her feet touch the sand. He took her hand and his momentum propelled them inside and up the stairs.

He was breathing hard by the time they reached the rooftop, his bright green crystalline eyes glittering beneath the multicolored sphere lights that bobbed in the air as he took in the scene. He spotted several familiar faces and even more new ones–one in particular standing out to him as who must've been Gavin Vel . The hulking bald guy was even bigger and more intimidating than Haro had imagined and the way he loomed beside Naami somehow made both of them look even more badass. Speaking of badass, he caught sight of Kivah next–the tall Cathar also stood near Naami, adding to the general air of intimidation. A scrappy-looking red haired girl decorated in war paint and tattoos squared up across from the three and delivered her taunt. It was a good one too, Haro had to admit. This must've been Maiza but... Haro squinted. Why were her horns so much smaller than Naami's? Still, even though she was smaller, he could see she was all muscle and she had a look in her eyes that made it clear she would make good on her threat to take on all three of them. Then some pretty blond boy called out from the crowd to encourage her, drawing more attention to himself than he already had looking so out of place amongst the rabble of Kor'ethyr. Haro had to wonder what someone like him was doing here and how he and this ornery Zabrak girl knew each other. Haro decided to offer his own words of encouragement to his buddy, even though he seemed well-supported by his "mommy" and "daddy" at the moment.

"You got this, Naami!" He shouted, pumping a fist in the air. He turned to glance at Lesh, finally realizing he was still holding her hand and smiled sheepishly with a faint blush as he released it.

"This is awesome." He said excitedly, though much more hushed as it was meant just for her. He would stick close to her for the time being or at least until he got some harebrained idea or wanted to bound off to talk to someone.​

 

[Adean Castor]

TAG: Open

As rumors of the now open secret of a fight grew, so too did Adean's - no, Tavis' - curiosity. Sure, there were feelings of trepidation at the idea of coming to watch the fight only for a faculty member to appear and discipline both fighters and onlookers but even more tempting was the chance to gather information out from under the academy's watchful eye. Fresh air was also a plus.

With simple robes reinforced to accommodate Korriban's cool winds, Adean had set out a blanket a safe distance away from the fighting, propped up on a dias that had once housed the lords of the castle and their honored guests to watch whatever took place on the arena grounds. She'd brought with her a basket, containing a large thermos of tea, a few sandwiches pilfered from the academy kitchens, and some fruit and cheeses she'd gathered and saved in her trips between Korriban and Jutrand. A subtle hole had been cut out of the basket, perfect for the camera lens of a datapad so one might discretely record.

That was precisely her plan - enjoy a picnic lunch, watch the fight with her own eyes, and review it later for anything she missed. Or use the footage for bribery. She didn't want to perform the latter - she much rather preferred to remain on good terms with whoever she came across, but it was still an option. Assuming that day never came, her primary focus here would be to pick out the strengths and weaknesses in the fighters, both to see how she could apply it to her own feeble attempts at fighting as well as how to counter both the fighters should that day ever come. Again, something she hoped would not occur.

But for now, lunch. The blanket was large enough to accommodate more people joining her, a couple extra cups and small plates set out just for that purpose.

 

[Chasianna]

Location: Ancient Sandstone Castle - Korriban
Tag: Adean Castor

Although certainly not one to make a habit out of breaking rules or taking actions which might push the boundaries of respectability, for once, Chasianna had given into temptation. The newly-crowned Prom Queen could not resist the opportunity to be seen by her peers, in spite of the fact that many of them were natural-born teenagers who she preferred to avoid, more often than not. In her mind, they were erratic, smelly, hormone-addled beasts with ugly, mismatched features that were oftentimes ravaged by hormonal acne and disgusting sebaceous oils.

And yet, in spite of her distaste for them, Chasianna yearned for their attention in much the same way that a deity depended on the devotion of her worshippers.

Arriving at the castle somewhat later than most, Chasianna eventually found her way to an elevated dais some distance away from the space that would host the fight. The participants, she had heard, were two Zabraks, fighting each other not due to a grievance, but to satisfy the demands of martial pride. From what she knew of Zabraks, their physiology was optimized for strength and power. Two hearts supplied their bodies with hyper-oxygenated blood, giving even the most sedentary individuals stamina rivaling that of an elite unaugmented human athlete. Then, there was their infamous resistance to pain, which allowed them to press on through grievous wounds and made them incredibly difficult to knock out in a fight.

For those reasons and more, Chasianna expected to see blood.

Upon reaching the dais, Chasianna caught sight of a solitary Epicanthix with dark, green-streaked hair and pale features. Regarding her with a cocked head, the Qilin quickly decided that she would make for suitable company, especially seeing the veritable feast she had laid out across her blanket.

“May I join you?” Chasianna piped up as she regarded the taller woman with a small smile. “This is a lovely picnic spread.” She commented. “And a lovely spot to watch the...blood sport.” The short-statured Qilin added in a slightly huffish tone.

“I do hope that they’ve arranged for a medic or a healer, at least. This could get messy.”

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Outfit:
Well Tailored Pants

Items Set Aside:
Belt of Strength, Field Com-Scan Link,
Well Worn Boots, Weal & Woe
Bag with Med Kit

[VIBES]

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The gathering crowd looked promising and though Naami wasn't often one to seek attention from the general mass of his peers, he had to admit that it added to the excitement of the moment. The teen had grabbed a satchel off the speeder before he and Gavin made their way to where the action would be taking place. Ever stern, the blue horned zabrak wore a faint scowl by default when he wasn't directly engaging with one of his friends. Company that he felt immense gratitude for as he focused on the fight ahead, pushing all other more sentimental or wistful thoughts aside for the moment.

“All right, you human-shaped wastes of space forgotten by the Force—” he announced, throwing his arms wide as if this place were his personal arena. “Make way for the future of the Sith Order.” Glancing around, his gaze locked on a familiar face: Isiko, one of the more annoying students from class. Gavin couldn’t resist a bit of intimidation. “Don’t you even look at him, Isiko!” he snarled, stomping forward with a raised fist. The moment Isiko flinched, Gavin barked out a laugh, clearly enjoying the spectacle.

With a faint smirk at his friend's posturing and a solemn glance toward his opponent who readied herself, Naami silently did likewise. More people gathered, and Kivah strolled over with all the cool confidence she always seemed to effortlessly carry.

"You've got this, focus on the anger and remember what Myunnah keeps telling you about taking down your prey."

Solemn blue eyes met with the cathar's briefly as he took in her words, nodding as he slipped out of his overcloak. Beneath were the traditional Iridonian layers he so favored. He'd come as if dressed formally for war- only to shed himself of all vestiges that marked him Sith ascendant. Like Maiza Vex , Naamino Zuukamano set aside his weapons, all helpful tools and even all unnessecary clothing. He paused before ridding himself of his boots and handwraps, but knew in all fairness he should set those aside too. As he straightened up to his full height once more, he was clad in nothing but his finely tailored black athletic pants and it was revealed that he too sported war paint.

Two fist prints dyed his skin in paint that closely match his tattoos in color, one closed fist atop his right pectoral and the other print marking the left ribcage. It was clear they were meant to symbolize the two hearts beating within. His neck tattoos abruptly ended just above his collarbone, the line which marked his throat ended in a diamond shape atop his clavicle. Just as Naami clapped Gavin Vel on the back and gave Kivah a nod, several more familiar faces appeared. The insult Maiza Vex hurled might have stung in any other circumstance, but given the circumstances and with her standing boldly alone at the center of their would-be battleground, he honestly respected her for it. He found Iskendyr Yvarro 's gaze and felt no small amount of appreciation, not only that he'd made an appearance but that his opponent did have someone in her corner after all.

This whole damn mess had started when tempers flared, and though Naami wouldn't take back what he'd said to the girl because of how she'd disrespected Micah tol Powl , he was glad they would finally resolve things one way or another. In truth he didn't actually care about the purity of her blood, it mattered so much less than her actual capabilities and what she brought to the table as a fellow soldier. But he said what he'd said, so the only way he knew how to "bury the zhaboka" was to treat her as he would any other zabrak who'd insulted him or someone he cared about.

"You got this, Naami!" He shouted, pumping a fist in the air. He turned to glance at Lesh, finally realizing he was still holding her hand and smiled sheepishly with a faint blush as he released it.

Naami's attention snapped to the voice, eyes focusing intensely for a moment then narrowing as he saw their clasped hands. He huffed a slightly annoyed breath out between clenched teeth but made an effort to relax his posture a bit. It was just Haro being... Haro, and honestly he was really grateful to see Leshanna there. He shrugged off the implication that the two had arrived together, saving whatever feelings that stirred in him for a different time. He gave Lesh a friendly little salute and Haro got a tip of the chin, all while trying not to feel self conscious that he was showing way more skin that he ever had in front of his peers.

The surly zabrak turned to walk into the makeshift ring, torches starting to come to life on the edges of the scene as some forward thinking students lit them up. Naami had grown more than a couple of inches since he'd first arrived on Korriban and packed on plenty of muscle to match. Though he was not yet the hulking bruiser he was destined to grow into, it was clear he'd been training hard. He stepped near but not yet too near his opponent, calling out to her in formal Zabraki as he assumed a fighting stance.

"May your horns chip and shatter."

 

[Leshanna]

Direct Tag: Haro Aven
Others Mentioned: Naamino Zuukamano // Gavin Vel // Maiza Vex // Kivah
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Haro found her in common room, studying per usual, and at first she was mildly irritated at being pulled from her studies - but as she heard him explain further, the topic she had been focused on completely slipped her mind as thoughts of seeing a traditional Zabrak fight, and a party?!, filled her mind.

And Haro wanted to see if she was interested in tagging along with him to the event.

There would be no professors, no Darth this or Darth that to oversee or ruin the fun.

Leshanna’s eyes narrowed in thought and a mischievous glint shone in her eyes, before she smirked at Haro and told him that YES, of course she wanted to tag along with him! It would be her first party, ever, and she couldn’t turn down such an opportunity! She wanted to see this “new” speeder bike of his anyway.

Seemingly excited that she had agreed to go along, Haro bounded away with enthusiasm that was equally infectious to Lesh. She hurried to shove her materials into her bag before she took off for her own dorm room to change into something that would be more fitting for an off campus excursion: fitted black pants of stretchy and comfortable material, her black combat-style boots, and a dark purple shirt with some design of one of her favorite rock bands on the front. She made sure to grab her black hooded jacket to ward of the Korriban chill, and spritzed some of her favorite perfume on her neck - enough to hint at a floral scent but not enough to be overwhelming - and applied some kohl to her eyes before pulling up her hair into a ponytail. Pleased that she looked somewhat decent, and maybe hoping she’d catch the attention of her two favorite boys, she started to leave before pausing to turn around and grab her pack and shove a blanket inside of it, before finally leaving her room to meet Haro at the location he told her to go.

Excitement flooded the teen girl; she knew this outing wasn’t sanctioned and there was the risk of them getting in trouble for it…but that was if they all got caught. And who was going to care anyway? So long as they did their work and showed up to their classes on time, why did it matter if they slipped away to have a little fun out in the desert?

Haro rolled up on her with his bike, wearing cargo pants and a leather jacket, and he gave her a funny and charming look that made her giggle as she felt heat rise up into her cheeks. He sure is cute, isn’t he? She thought to herself in amusement. She found that she appreciated him just as much as she appreciated her Zabrak warrior companion, Naamino. Both were unique in their own ways; where Naami was serious and stern, Haro was carefree and spirited. She enjoyed the contrast between them and when she was annoyed with one, she could always find her center with the other.

“Wow Haro!” Lesh exclaimed as she turned her attention from him to his “new” bike. She knew it wasn’t brand new, more like he had put in the work to repair it…something she found very cool. “You did a great job on the bike! I’m impressed!” She said to him, a look of appreciation on her face. It needed a paint job and some cool gadgets but other than that, it looked awesome and she was so excited to ride on it with him!

The boy helped her up on the bike, and she settled in directly behind him, leaning forward so she could wrap her arms around his torso in order to hold onto him, laying her head against his back between his shoulder blades as she did so. When she was seated, he took off and together they zipped off towards the distant horizon, chasing the sunset as they did so. Lesh kept her face tucked in close to his back to avoid the cold air whipping against her face, but she couldn’t help the silly smile that spread across her face. She was going to have so much fun, she just knew it!

Eventually, Haro and Lesh crested the dunes and came upon the ruins of some ancient sandstone structure, and already she spotted a gathering of speeder bikes and people of various ages and Years, come to watch the fight and enjoy the after party. The sense of excitement continued to build, and it was infectious - enough that it elicited a whoop from Haro that made her laugh in mirth as well. He brought the bike to a halt and hopped off with the energy that only a teenage youth could have, and before Lesh could properly dismount from the bike as well, she felt his hands on either side of her waist as he picked her up and spun her around in a manner that brought a squeal of excited merriment tumbling from her chest, her cheeks already flaming red with such a bold act on his part. What was more? She realized she actually liked it when he did that...

As soon as he set her on her feet though, his hand found hers in a firm but not painful grip, and he led her onward towards a set of sandy stairs that would take them upwards to a higher vantage point. A wide grin was plastered across the girl’s face; this side of Haro she found to be most exciting and his exuberance transferred over to her as well. When they both reached the top, they were breathless, but neither of them cared as they both spied faces they recognized: Gavin, Kivah, Maiza, and of course Naamino. There were many others there as well, and more were arriving by the moment.

Haro shouted down to Naamino an encouragement, which brought the Zabrak’s gaze onto them. She saw him scowl for a moment - she knew he had his issues with Haro - and she lightly rolled her eyes before she waved at her warrior friend excitedly.

“Beat her ass! You got this Naami! Show her what you’re made of!” Lesh called down to Naami in her own encouragement. She didn’t have anything personal against Maiza, the girl seemed like a scrapper herself and Lesh respected that. But she had to take a stand on the side of her friend, and so she did.

She noticed Haro glance over at her, and it was at that moment he seemed to realize that he was still holding her hand. Truth be told, she had almost forgotten she was doing so as well, so excited was she at being at the event. He gave her a sheepish smile and released her hand, a blush creeping across his face as he did so. At first she pouted; the Korriban air was cold and he had kept her hand warm - but she didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable so she didn’t say anything about it.

Haro whispered to her, exclaiming how awesome the whole situation was, and she couldn’t help but turn her pout to a genuine smile.

“I’m so excited to be here! Thanks for inviting me to tag along with you, Haro. Sure beats studying for that stupid quiz. Besides…I’d rather hang out with you anyway…” she murmured back, just loud enough for him to hear her.

 

[Kaivaan Raaf]

Leshanna | Viers Connory​

Kai approached the ruins slowly, his boots crunching against the sand as the sound of laughter and excited chatter grew louder. The sandstone structure loomed ahead, illuminated by the glow of speeder bike headlights and the soft hum of distant conversations. The tension in the air was palpable—people were here for a fight, and the anticipation crackled like static electricity.

He scanned the crowd, searching for Lucy—or at least a familiar face. But what caught his eye first wasn't his cousin. It was Lesh.

At first, he felt a flicker of relief at seeing her. After all, she'd been the one bright spot of the night so far. But that relief was quickly overshadowed by something else. His steps faltered as he took in the scene: Lesh, standing at the top of the stairs with some boy—a boy he didn't recognize.

The boy's energy was infectious, his whoop echoing over the crowd as he spun Lesh in the air like she weighed nothing. Her squeal of laughter rang out, clear and unrestrained, her cheeks flushed as she landed on her feet, her hand still in his. Kai's stomach twisted at the sight, and he looked away quickly, pretending to adjust the strap of his bag as if it was suddenly very important.

She looks happy, he thought, his chest tightening. Really happy.

Kai hesitated at the edge of the gathering, torn between walking away and… what? Interrupting? Saying hi? He hated how awkward he felt, standing there like a shadow while Lesh was swept up in the boy's enthusiasm. He didn't even know the boy, but he wanted to send him to his maker. Kai clenched his jaw, annoyed at himself for even caring. She wasn't his to be jealous over. She was just a girl he'd talked to at a dance—someone who had smiled at him, maybe laughed a little too kindly at his clumsy attempts to hold a conversation. That was all.

But then the boy released her hand, and for a brief second, Lesh pouted, her expression softening into something… wistful. Kai felt another pang, sharper this time. He forced himself to take a step forward, closer to the crowd, though his movements were slow and deliberate. He didn't want to seem like he was sneaking up on her—or worse, hovering.

Lesh's voice carried down toward him, her encouragement aimed at the fight below. She looked so at ease, so comfortable in the moment, like she belonged here. Like she belonged with them. He sure as feth didn't, he shouldn't even be there. Kai chided himself internally, he should just figure out a way home on his own.

Kai shifted uncomfortably, feeling more out of place than ever. The way the boy leaned in to whisper something to her, the way her smile lit up in response—it was hard to ignore. He tried to focus on the reason he'd come: finding Lucy, maybe catching the fight everyone was talking about. But his eyes kept drifting back to Lesh, even when he didn't want them to.

Get a grip, Kai, he scolded himself, rubbing the back of his neck as he lingered near the edge of the crowd. He told himself he wasn't upset. It wasn't like he and Lesh were anything. She was just a girl he'd bumped into—a girl who'd laughed with him, who'd talked to him like he wasn't some awkward mess who barely knew how to socialize.

And yet, the knot in his chest refused to loosen.

Taking a deep breath, Kai stepped forward, this time heading toward the stairs. He wasn't sure what he'd say, or even if he'd interrupt. Maybe he'd just watch the fight, pretend he hadn't noticed her, and figure out where Lucy had disappeared to. But as he climbed the steps, his heart pounding louder with each step, he couldn't help but glance up at Lesh again.

She was still smiling, her focus entirely on the other boy and the chaos below. For a fleeting moment, Kai felt like an outsider looking in—like no matter how hard he tried, he'd never quite fit into a scene like this.

Why did I even come here? he wondered bitterly. But even as the thought crossed his mind, he knew the answer. It wasn't just about the fight. It wasn't just about Lucy. No, it had been some hope of seeing her.

Kai sighed as he took a seat on a crumbling ledge, the chill of the sandstone seeping through his clothes. The ruins were alive with energy—shouts, laughter, and the distant hum of speeder bikes creating a chaotic symphony. He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to shake off the knot of emotions tightening in his chest.

As he scanned the crowd below, his eyes landed on Lucy and her not girlfriend, Viers. They were perched on another ledge, close enough to see clearly, but far enough to avoid any immediate conversation. His cousin looked every bit the picture of confidence, her sharp wit undoubtedly keeping Viers entertained. Viers, as usual, radiated an almost magnetic charisma, her every movement so full of purpose that it was easy to forget she wasn't actually Lucy's partner.

Kai shook his head with a faint smile. Of course she's here. Of course, she's with Viers. He watched them for a moment longer before deciding he'd rather not interrupt their little bubble. Lucette would only tease him mercilessly if she caught him sulking, and he wasn't sure he had the energy to spar with her tonight.

With a quiet groan, he stood and made his way deeper into the ruins. The sandstone castle loomed ahead, its towers and arches worn smooth by centuries of desert winds. In its prime, it must have been magnificent—a fortress of power and pride. Now it was little more than a skeleton, its grandeur eroded but not entirely forgotten.

It was the perfect backdrop for the reckless bravado their peers were so eager to show off. The echoes of shouting grew louder as Kai wandered further, the vibrations of excitement reverberating through the ancient stone.

But for Kai, the ruins offered something else—a place to think. Away from the crowd, away from Lesh's bright laughter and the boy's exuberance, away from the weight of expectation that seemed to cling to him wherever he went.

The air was cooler here, the sandstone walls blocking out most of the noise from the gathering. Kai let his fingers brush against the rough surface as he walked, his thoughts racing. He didn't know what he was looking for—maybe a quiet corner to sort through the tangle of emotions that had followed him since the dance. Maybe something more.

The dark whispers of the ruins seemed to tug at the edges of his mind, tempting him to let go of his restraint, to embrace the raw power simmering beneath his skin. But tonight, he wasn't sure he wanted to listen.

Tonight, he just wanted to be.

Stopping in a shadowed alcove, Kai leaned against the wall and tilted his head back, letting his gaze drift up to the faintly visible stars above. The ruins might have been a place for others to test their strength, to prove their superiority, but for him, it was a reminder of how time weathered all things—even the strongest. Even the proudest.

It made him feel small, in a way that was strangely comforting.

 

[Tamsin Graves]

Tags: Open

Rumors had swirled around the school that there was something going on out in the desert. Tamsin had heard it among circled whispers of groups she had passed like an invisible man. Even though she no longer wore insignia of the inquisitor she was just as avoided. She wondered if the stories of Echnos had traveled this far of how her and her master had exited the Inquisitor ranks or worse of the demon inside her, her master had made a deal with. No couldn't be the last one she thought to herself as she packed her things to leave the Korriban academy, her heading would be Zonju V at the edge of the other sith territory with her master Kaila Irons .

No, it had to be more that she was just a part-time student, here to learn about alchemy. She was invisible simply because she wasn't around enough to do anything noticeable. As she slowly finished her packing to head out, she dwelled one more time on the not-so-secret rumor. Maybe she should go, she thought maybe she should try to take one more step at trying to get friends and be a kid. Wasn't that what her master wanted for her to be as normal as a sith and former slave could be.

She dwelled on it as she looked at the things she had packed up her books and clothing mostly. She dwelled so much the demon inside her flashed words in her head to taunt her. Friends make you weak where the words that flashed in her head, not really words though just feeling of darkness and rage. Tamsin could feel the demon's bitterness and rage it saw people as nothing. It made Tamsin wonder what had broken this thing inside her so much to view people as nothing.

A slight smirk crossed Tamsin's face in defiance of what the demon wanted she would go. It would get whatever the hell it wanted on Zonju V but today she would get something she wanted perhaps a chance to mingle with others. She slammed her suitcase shut and then left her little dorm room and headed out into the desert as the sun was setting. She pushed back the feeling of the demon she wasn't going to let it stop her.

Sometime later she made it to the location of the event she could see lights being lit up on top of a roof of one of the sandstone buildings. So, she made her way up to the roof and looked into the small crowd gathering. Lots of people, none of them she really knew other then faces in the crowd at the academy. She then looked at the center of the roof where the fighters of Naami and Maiza were prepping for there fight. She smiled slightly, a school fight that was what was not so secret. Between two Zabrak? Well, the bigger male one was clearly Zabrak, she wasn't sure if the smaller female was full Zabrak. She looked at them and was about to find a place to sit down when the demon not in a word of flashes but in an actual voice spoke to her and it sent a chill down her spine hearing its voice so quiet and soft. "The weakest of their species, prideful mindless brutes. They have nothing to be proud of." The demon mocked the fighters inside Tamsin head souring her mood. Tamsin just growled allowed. "Shut up." As she started to head for an open seat she saw.

 

[Kyorra Pavanos]

Adean Castor | Chasianna | Open to Interaction​

Kyorra's boots crunched against the sandy stone path as she approached the arena grounds, her steps measured but light. The hum of tension filled the air, whispers of the impending fight carrying on the wind. Zabrak pride clashing against another's resolve—classic Korriban drama, and she wasn't about to miss it.

She wasn't sure what had drawn her to the spectacle. Maybe it was the promise of a fight, raw and unrestrained, or maybe it was just curiosity. She had better things to do, sure, but this? This was real. No rules, no pretenses, just power meeting power. And besides, she wasn't in the mood to be stuck indoors replaying her grandmother's lessons in her head.

Her sharp eyes scanned the area, taking in the scattered onlookers already gathering. Most hovered at the edges, trying to stay inconspicuous in case an instructor wandered by. But it wasn't the fighters or the would-be audience that caught her attention—it was the splash of color on a raised dais a little ways off.

A picnic blanket?

Kyorra squinted, the sight so out of place it made her stop for a moment. On closer inspection, it wasn't just a blanket; it was a full setup. Someone sat cross-legged on the fabric, calmly arranging sandwiches and tea as though the growing tension in the arena didn't exist.

"Seriously?" she muttered, a smirk tugging at her lips.

She made her way over, weaving past small groups of acolytes. As she neared the dais, she caught sight of the person responsible for the setup—a student she vaguely recognized, their robes slightly windblown but otherwise pristine. Their movements were deliberate, placing cups and plates with precision. Kyorra gave a nod to the other person present there with a wave, "prom person, right?"

Kyorra crossed her arms, standing just outside the edge of the blanket. "So, what's the plan here?" she asked, her tone light but edged with curiosity. "Enjoying a fight with a side of tea and sandwiches? Or are you just scouting out the competition?"

Her hazel eyes darted to the subtle hole in the basket, and she raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess—datapad? Trying to catch every punch and kick for later?"

She tilted her head, her smirk growing. "Smart, I'll give you that. But if you're going to record the fight, you better hope one of them doesn't catch you doing it. Zabrak pride and all that."

Without waiting for an invitation, Kyorra crouched at the edge of the blanket, resting her elbows on her knees. She wasn't here to eat or drink (yet), but she couldn't deny that the setup had piqued her interest. She glanced toward the arena, where the fighters were beginning to square off.

"So," she said, glancing back at her unexpected companion. "Who do you think's gonna win?"

"Oh, uh, names Kyorra by the way, what about you?"

 

[Kivah]

Kivah's ear flicked backwards at Maiza's taunt, but she otherwise didn't respond. Instead she kept her back to the ring and the girl as Naamino stepped forward to defend himself with a very traditional sounding insult. She gave Gavin a wry smile behind the Zabrak's back, their friend certainly wasn't shy. Turning back to the clearing in the middle of students, Kivah spread her arms wide to encompass the gathering and took a deep breath before throwing her head back and bellowing, "IT'S TIME TO FIIIIGHT!"

She'd never announced a fight before, but she'd seen so many promoted that changing the hype for Sith schoolchildren came naturally. "I'm going to make sure these two don't kill each other! Other than that, we're doing this by Canto rules! No rounds, no bell, no weapons! They fight to knock-out or tap-out!"

Moving just off-center from between Naamino Zuukamano and Maiza Vex she gave them both a quick look over, no more than a glance, to see if they were reasonably ready. Her eye drifted up to one of the floating speakers, gave it a beat to tick over onto the next track, and shouted "BEGIN!" Right as the riff kicked off. Kivah sprung back, giving the two room to rush or circle, not wanting to influence their clash. She meant what she'd said, she'd only intervene if she thought one was in danger of dying. Bruises and broken bones were explainable, even expected by their teachers to some extent, a dead student however likely wasn't as easy to explain away.

Around them, a choir of cries went up from the assembled students, some in support of their chosen student, but all in favor of the blood spectacle they were about to watch. Someone had even brought a picnic? Kivah blinked at that and then brought her eyes back down to the opening moves of the fight, this wasn't the time to be distracted. Still though, she felt her heart beating faster and adrenal glands open up as a fierce smile spread across her face. Even if this wasn't her fight, it was still the action she lived for, life on the edge, clashing in the ring. Before joining the Sith, a good fight could set the mood for the rest of the week. Good food and spending money, or snatching at any gig while nursing bruises.

 

[Maiza Vex]

Theme: We Will Rock You
Equipment: Clothing | Face Paint
Primary Tags: Naamino Zuukamano
Secondary Tags: Gavin Vel | Kivah | Iskendyr Yvarro | Leshanna | Haro Aven

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The thirst for blood was in the air as the teenage howls went out in support of those they kids wanted to see as victor in this fight. The crowd heavily favoring Naami over Maiza, yet the Mutt outwardly didn't seem phased by it. When hadn't she had to scrap for even iota of respect, their wasn't a day she could remember where she didn't have to fight. Here eyes remained firmly on her opponent as she heard off to her side Pretty Boy tell her to fight well. The tiniest of smirks crossed her scowled face, she didn't need a damn crowd Isk would be enough at least one person in her corner. Even if his cheerleading needed some work, Isk had a silver tongue, but he needed to learn some good old chit talk.

She watched as Naami removed his wraps, shoes, and shirt, well frak alright they were going fully old school with this. She quickly pulled the wraps from her hands and tossed them to the ground and then turned and kicked off her shoes into her corner where her stuff was. The shoes flew through the air and whizzed past @Iskendyr YvarroIsky just missing him. She looked at him and shrug sorry before quickly turning back to face Naami. She didn't take off her shirt though she wasn't going to give them all a free show.

"May your horns chip and shatter."

Was all he said to her as he approached in the Zabraki tongue. She looked at the large boy up and down, he had the reach and weight advantage, but she knew that well before this fight. She thought about trading insults for a bit but decided against as the cat that had insulted her at the survival games and Naami's mommy screamed out it was time to fight.

Maiza's golden eyes flickered in the fire light just a second before the words BEGIN! Was fired off she hunched just a bit lowering her center of mass make her body a slightly harder target to hit. Her fists balled up into a fist and she gritted her teeth as her forearms came up to her head. Her eyes for a second staring right into Naami's no fury or anger a strange calm as she drowned out the world around her focus clear.

Her speed quick as her left foot was in front of her she feinted it jumping forward for a charge. Instead, it was used as pivot to launch her right knee forward in a right to left motion almost like a knee coming for his groin or midsection but then her lower right leg kicked out on approach instead aiming to take out his knee to drop him the ground in the opening blow. It wasn't anything fancy just a quick attempt to hopefully take her opponent to the ground by taking him out at the knee. She knew she would have to be quick and not take to many hits and her best shot was doing work on his leg joints.

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

A last minute appreciation for his cathar friend flooded through him, but he sought to temporarily push away even that emotion. The only thing he had time to indulge was the growing fervor for the fight, the inevitable bloodlust that drowned out everything else. Naami's guard was up before a start was called to the fight, but his head lowered and he began to bounce a bit on his toes.

Maiza Vex wasted no time and the boy twisted in adjustment, responding to her feints but never fully committing. She was fast so when she did strike he instinctively blocked, bringing the targeted leg up to catch it with a shin. It'd be better to not get hit at all, but he used the stacking of weight on his back leg to spring into his first offense. As his blocking leg came back down, he twisted for a cross body jab. Maiza's assessments had been right and his long reach came at her with brutal strength.

 

[Adean Castor]

TAG: Chasianna | Kyorra Pavanos | Open

"Oh yes, absolutely," Adean appraised the Qilin with a neutral expression, vaguely recognizing her as the one crowned as prom queen not so long ago. She pushed the thermos of tea over for the woman to pour herself a cup. "No point in watching without comfort," All the better to disguise her primary focus.

A healer probably would've been useful, if not for being another mouth that could expose the unsanctioned fight. "I doubt safety was on their mind when they arranged this," she said with a shrug. "Besides, if something goes wrong, none of us were even here, right?" And if anyone snitched, the datapad would ensure they too went down with the metaphorical ship.

They were joined by another - a redhead to which Adean's nose nearly curled in disgust as the newcomer so brazenly called out her stowed recorder. Instead, her face remained pleasant, pointedly ignoring the breach in etiquette. Were the Sith ever known for their politeness? No, of course not. But had she been operating under a different name in the given moment, she would've bristled. 'And if they catch it, it'll show you're complicit,' was what she so wanted to say and probably would've if she'd known more of what the redhead was capable of. For the moment, though, swapped the daydreams of biting remarks for pleasant neutrality. "Aren't we all scouting the competition? It'd be a waste not to."

With her party of one becoming a party of three, she considered the newcomer's question. Naami was a familiar face - one Adean almost struggled to imagine brutality from, considering the curious kindness he'd shown her before. The girl, well, she wore the arena well. Based off that alone, she anticipated a clear victory, which in turn lead to anticipating an underdog's story. But who was the real underdog here? Judging from the support already shown for Naami, at least socially it was actually the female.

"It's a bit early to say," she answered with a furrowed brow as she watched the two start to fight. "Call me Tavis. Oh, and," she turned once more to their queenly companion, "Would you remind me your name?"

 

[Maiza Vex]

Theme: We Will Rock You
Equipment: Clothing | Face Paint
Primary Tags: Naamino Zuukamano
Secondary Tags: Gavin Vel | Kivah | Iskendyr Yvarro | Leshanna | Haro Aven

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Her leg kicked out and he brought up his left leg to block the kick and then shifted his body to come in with a heavy cross body jab for her stomach. She dropped back as the swing came in the hands were up protecting her head came up and out behind her head palms now open as she dropped back into an arm and leg bridge elbows out. The swing came hard and breezed across the flat of her stomach grazing the skin of her belly as her shirt lifted up just slightly. Had it landed square she for sure would at least had the wind knocked out of her or worse. She minimized the damage, maybe a bruise in the morning after the fight on the surface of her stomach and only a slight pain for the moment.

She was also in a very awkward bridge body position but that didn't last long, only a mere second as she kicked up into handstand. His forward momentum and her left leg kicking up as she moved to the palms of her hand came up behind his right arm. Though she couldn't correctly aim so the kick could land on any part of the arm even if didn't land it would make him have to pull away or they would both be toppled to the ground. It was a very messy move but if pulled off correctly would look awesome. As she went through the full motion of the cartwheel to either land back on her feet or be in a heap on the ground with her opponent.

 

[Naamino Zuukamano]

Irritated by how lithe and fast Maiza Vex was, Naami knocked her kick aside with a sweep of the targeted arm. A low sound of frustration rumbled in his throat as he adjusted his own fast footwork. Though he managed nothing to impede her, he aimed instead with an arcing kick to where her feet might land.

He sought to disrupt her landing or knock her over altogether and followed with a sledgehammer fist. The backward punch was thrown in tandem with that sweeping kick in hopes that one or both might land staggering blows. The teen was not yet blind with battle lust, but every near miss on his part and irritating dodge from his opponent pushed his composure to breaking point.