Shaken Up (Xavka)

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Thunk!​

Another bolt sank into the target. Nox's eyes burned with hate as she reloaded her crossbow, the one in her opposite hand swinging to the next target. Another pull of the trigger, and the weapon fired it's deadly projectile.​

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They'd found her. She'd put so much distance between them, and they'd found her.​

Dissatisfied with her current practice, Nox threw aside her crossbows, and drew her sword.​

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She leapt at the targets, her sword whirling and slashing, the girl scowling under her hood.​

They had found her, and had attacked her new family.​

Filled with rage, Nox screamed as she let loose a wave of Force energy, blowing away the rest of the targets.​

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She stood among the wreckage of the targets, breathing hard as her eyes burned.​

They would pay, and she'd make sure of that.​

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[member="Xavka Duquo"]​

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Footfalls near silent, a tall Zabrak strode down through a blank and sterile hallway towards the sounds of destruction that rang off of the metal walls. His clawed feet, left bare, made a slight scratching noise as he moved, the soft sound blending in underneath the comparative roar of anger being taken out on inanimate objects. Usually he would not even allow that sound to escape him, but here, in this moment, he held no worry.

Stepping out into the room. Xavka cast his yellow gaze around the room, taking in the shattered targets who's remains littered the floor as well as the woman stood at the epicentre of the destruction. The reason for him to be here.

Keeping his gaze locked onto Nox, Xavka leaned against the wall to his right and stayed there. Making no noise or move to disturb the woman and fellow assassin before him. No, he would wait for her to react to him. if she did not, fine. If she did, a smirk curled at his lips, then it might be fun to see how well she could verbally spare.

Reaching down into the pouch strapped to his leg, Xavka removed two of his senbon needles. One was placed into his mouth, unmindful of the poison covered tips, where he bit down on it and began to roll it around using his tongue. The second proceeded to be flipped along his fingers, running along the top of his right hand outwards, before revering direction.


[member="Nox"]

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Even in her anger, Nox sensed [member="Xavka Duquo"]'s arrival.​

Her eyes swiveled to him, and her mouth twitched.​

"So, it's you."​

Nox kept her blade in hand.​

She remembered their spar, back when he first joined. It had been a good fight.​

She could use a good fight.​

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"You want to spar?"​

The assassin needed a distraction from her past crushing down on her.​

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Even as Nox addressed him, he kept silent, still spinning one of his poison coated needles within his right hand. In the next instant, it was gone from his hand. Instead, it was now flying towards Nox's head after the Zabrak had thrown it. Still he did not speak.

Reaching to his side, he withdrew his sword from its sheath and held it loosely in his right hand, the tip touching the floor. He had stopped moving the senbon in his mouth, instead he now held it still between his clenched jaws. Still, he made no sound.

If Xavka was to be honest with himself, this was the best outcome he could have hoped for. Being a Zabrak, a warrior orientated race, fighting was a way of expressing emotion, of preventing it from been compressed and buried deep within a psych where it could do damage if not handled right. As such, he readied to fight and, if he found that he could do so, he would also speak during the spar. But, until then, he would not utter a sound. In the state the female was in, it would offer no help.


[member="Nox"]

 

[Aidan Moonrunner]

Her blade flashed, the needle impacting with a ping as she parried it, a smile growing on her face.​

Nox rushed [member="Xavka Duquo"], her blade coming from her right at his shoulder.​

This, is what she needed, right here.​

To release her aggression, and her frustration.​

After his reaction to her attack, her eyes roamed him for a moment.​

"They did not. . .hurt you, did they?"​

They both knew who she spoke of.​

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

With calm, controlled movements, Xavka raised his blade to meet Nox's, only applying enough force to redirect the attack as little as possible. The blade passed within millimetres of his face, close enough that he could almost feel the cold steel as he past, but he made no change in facial expression. Rather than follow through with his parry with a repost, Xavka jumped away, retreating from the blade lock and Nox. His eyes, the whole time stayed fixed on her own, never wavering even as prowled within a small circle, waiting for the woman's next move.

He tilted his head at her question, barely blinking even as the words he spoke rolled off of his tongue in a soft tone that did not match well with his gruff voice. "In every fight, one can expect to see and feel the marks of combat. This is not unexpected. In that manner, though, yes they did hurt me." He paused his prowling, standing front on to Nox, his sword once again hanging by his side. "Bu that is not what you meant is it?" He smirked wryly before continuing.

"No. They did not manage to seriously harm me. By the grace of Amina and Vysh, I was allowed to escape without serious harm." He suddenly spat, sending the senbon needle within his mouth towards Nox.

[member="Nox"]