Talking with Fists (Azula)

[Julian Viles Priest]

Everything about Corscant was beautiful, the tall buildings, the way the sun hit the clouds, the many a thousands of speeders zooming around. But then, the ugly underneath sometimes would bare it's grotesque face, and all those beauties became nothing more but a shell. One would remember the sith architecture could be found in gruesome places, and Coruscant wasn't so...welcoming anymore. None of this bothered Julian, he could couldn't care any less than he already did, instead his thoughts were back on Dxun, where his clan was waiting, building, and resting. For now, he was doing odd jobs for the Assassins. It was no secret that sometimes fighting tournaments were held annually, one just had to have...the right connections. Those connections provided the best arenas that were somewhat illegal, meaning illegal substances, peoples, and various other things could be found there. For the right price, authority was willing to turn their eyes from these happenings, sometimes even throwing in their own bets to fill their pockets. Julian was here because it thrilled him to watch a man nearly beat to death. He imagined himself in the arena, getting beaten to a bloody pulp just to get up, and break the man's spine when he thought he had won the match.

So when Julian found himself sitting at one of the many benches, wondering who would pop up this time to fight, he smiled under his helmet. Maybe he would jump in this time, maybe he would feel the thrill of battle once again, just for the hell of it. Was that the Mando part of him, or the Vahla half? He could never tell. He wore his full armor with it's horrific design, and tattered look. His arms were crossed across his chest, impatience slowly kicking in as he awaited. Something, though, pulled at him through the force. Today would be interesting indeed.

[member="Azula Yeshevsky"]

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

The scent of this place was all too familiar. Blood and sweat, it never changed. Azula waited outside the building with her back resting on the poorly constructed wall, the clashing of steel and the yelling of profanity coming from inside. Suitable for a place like this of course. Usually nothing would interest her keen eyes, most people here were the same anyways. In fact most people here she had clashed blades with before, in a way they were like her family. However one man in particular interested the Echani. She blew out a puff of smoke and watched him closely. Azula knew that you could tell someone's life story just by the way they walked. But this man... his story didn't show. Maybe that's what makes him different. He was decorated in some unusual armor and looked out of place for a setting like this. Azula narrowed her amber eyes and placed the cigarette between her lips, breathing in that sweet poison once more and then throwing the thing on the ground, smothering it with her feet. She pushed herself off the wall and began to pull her raven hair back, tying it into a ponytail as she walked into the building. Which was more of a structure at this point as the walls were beginning to fall apart. She looked for the man, her eyes scanning the building quickly, mostly it was full of pissed off people, coming from who knows where. Azula finally caught the man, but just as a loud voice spoke over the intercom of this place. "Next up, our fiery dragon, Yeshevsky!" With this Azula grabbed the katana at her side and cursed under her breath. She walked to the ring and stepped in, the chain door opening for her and closing just as she entered. Her opponent had yet to show their faces but Azula was in no rush, however for some reason she couldn't get that man's picture out of her mind.

[member="Julian Viles Priest"]

 

[Julian Viles Priest]

[member="Azula Yeshevsky"]

When it came down to it, Julian was insane, a masochist, and freak of nature and of the Force. His anger was unrivaled, though, it was a different anger, and unknown anger for reasons he didn't understand why. He just knew it was there, waiting for him to unleash it. The training he had told him he was being watched, but then again, he was always being watched, but he couldn't help but wonder who this time was watching him. His grin intensified. A name was called out, a person he knew of, a great fighter who used a katana to fight her opponents, and a fierce fighter to the end. She was well known around these parts in fact, the Sith had their eyes on her.

I'll test that mettle of hers for once.


He thought to himself.

Standing up from his bench, he moved through the crowd, searching for any sign of the woman, but found none. She must already be waiting in the arena. After a few seconds of getting through the crowd, Julian found her opponent, getting suited up. A man stopped him before he moved any futher.

"Sorry, you can't be here..man."

His hand was placed on his chest, causing Julian to tilt his head at him as he looked down at him. He took the man's hand, and snapped it in three places. Poor bastard would never use it again. This caused the others to come at him. Within in seconds, they all laid on the floor, bones broken in places they probably never knew they could break.

Julian himself moved to the exiting that would lead him into the arena where thousands of people would be watching the two fight. With no weapon but his own hands, he cracked his neck as he walked out as the doors opened.

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

Sure, she was patient. Yet...what could be taking this long? Azula questioned, however she received the perfect answer when a man adorning mandolorian armor, the same as before, stepped into the cage with her. He must have taken out her original opponent. Nevertheless, Azula was going to fight this man, so she had better figure a plan.

The blader first reached for her back; and when the bell rang she grabbed a small dagger and chucked it at the mando. As it flew through the air she narrowed her eyes, a slight grin forming upon her lips. He would quickly learn these fights weren't the average ko and done.

Her dagger flew beside him and punctured the cage wall, just as she wanted. A fine distraction to give her the opportunity to rush him. Azula ran up to him and with a strong arm she unsheathed her katana right into his gut, then she backed away and pulled the rest of her blade out, aiming it at him as she prepared to parry whatever it was he brought at her.

"Don't tell me you're just a tough looker?" She taunted him in an attempt to buy her time to analyze him, he seemed strong and tough, but slow and heavy. Her best option would be to tire him out with flurry attacks until he was too tired to keep up with her.

[member="Julian Viles Priest"]

 

[Julian Viles Priest]

[member="Azula Yeshevsky"]

Two amazing things came from his unique armor; it was strong enough to take some hits, light enough to keep all his movements unhindered. It didn't however, stop the bruise from swelling up from where her pommel had hit him in his mid section, too distracted by the dagger to see the fast movements of the woman before him. Julian staggered back some, holding where she had landed the hit, and smiled at her words.

"I was going for cool, but tough will do."

Julian's words came out as he crouched, holding his arms out wide, a fighting stance from the cult he was from, the Ember of Vahl. Julian then rushed at her with extreme speed, hoping to land a round house kick into the side of her rips.

 

[Nymeria Vizsla]

His words made the girl smile. Though only on the inside, there wasn't a chance in hell she'd show her opponent a sign of weakness.

With this thought the fighter tightened her grip around the katana and took in a deep breath.

She saw his first move before he even finished it. A odd, but graceful stance for a madalorian. Graceful or not, it was obvious he was going to charge her; judging by the way his leg was positioned she expected a front kick.

Azula was surprised at how fast he was though, this would certainly make the duel much harder. His kick arrived just as she had imagined. Yet this kick was different then the one she assumed would be coming. Just as Azula saw it she jumped back, however she wasn't quite fast enough. The kick just managed to hit her side, knocking the echani off balance and throwing her onto the steel fence.

A roundhouse kick? With good form as well...What the hell?

She shook her head and readjusting her posture. While the pain from the kick would definitely make mobility difficult, it was the chain fence that really hurt her.

Azula then re-gained her composure and took the katana, swinging at his wrist in a hopes to squeeze between the weak spot in his armor. If she was successful, it would make using that blaster on his side quite a lot more difficult, and would make her time easier, considering she now had her right set of ribs bruised and her left punctured with sharp metal.

[member="Julian Viles Priest"]

 

[Julian Viles Priest]

[member="Azula Yeshevsky"]

He made a wincing sound as metal pierced her body, his thoughts thinking that must be pleasurably painful. It was short lived as she got up from the wound, and came for him with that sword of hers. What was she aiming for, then realized, his hands, no his wrists. Instead of letting her get that, she got on all fours, getting ready for a charge, and taking the hit of the sword on the back of his armor. This made a new weak point on his armor now, and nearly knocked the wind out of him. Was she trying to kill him? Well...that wouldnt be too far off he guessed. With his air coming back he changed his plan.

Pushing off with his feet, his body rose upside down, hoping to catch her head in a lock in between his legs, surely this would again surprise the woman, but he doubted that. She knew of battle, she was a champion sort of speak here. Julian could only hope this fight would end quickly, that sword of hers was more dangerous than he had took it for,