The Hand Worth A Blade (Darth Ferus)

[Tanalth]

Liberation had it's own advantages, one of which being the need to train again. Vree had recrntly been freed from the confines of the crime lord who held her captive for nealry a year. In that time she had neither the need nor the room to keep herself in shape. Only surviving on water and gruel was not the best of diets to keep the body strong. If the forer sub-commander had any hopes of reclaiming her honor among the Sith and the Vong she knew she needed to become strong in body again.​

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She'd found herself in one of the training rooms of the Sith Temple, having been brought there by her liberator, Sabik. She was grateful and loyal to him for having given her reason to fight again, though even she needed time to herself. She'd frequented this training area for the past few weeks, always intimidating others nearby to leave quietly until she was done. The vong did not care. She only wanted to become strong.​

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During that time dealing with comabt, running, lifting and all around exercise she was starting to reach her ogirinal shaply bod of the warrior she was. She'd current fund herself in front of a punching bag where her eyes flared red, thanks to the impkanst within them. She was reminded of the horrors she saw and the fact she knew she was a shamed one. All of it angered her as she hit the bag harder and harder, curing to herself in her Vong tounge.​

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[member="Darth Ferus"]​

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(Forgot about doing this until now. Sorry )​

 

[Darth Ferus]

"You know, if you continue to hit the bag that hard you'll break it." Ferus spoke up as he walked into the room where [member="Vree Choka"] was. It was his first time seeing a true Vong outside of a warzone, and the way she carried herself screamed the upbringing of a warrior. Grant it, he expected the girl to be able to speak common, and little did he know she couldn't.

Both arms crossed over his chest as he watched her, now leaning against the doorway to the room. He was dressed in the usual outfit of Sith, dark robes and the like. For now, he waited for a response.

 

[Tanalth]

One final fist had slammed into the bag before hearing someone speak. Vree looked to see the Sith standing there. Without any sense of the Force she could not tell he was a Sith Lord. Not that it mattered. To her he was just another Sith, the people her kind were allied with only for the sake of being stronger. Her red eyes looked at him for the longest time before they went into a more lighter green. She did not care for [member="Darth Ferus"] being there and only went back to punching the bag as before. ​

 

[Darth Ferus]

A frown formed over the lips of the human as he watched [member="Vree Choka"] . It wasn't often he was ignored, but it was certainly something he shouldn't be surprised about. No matter what he thought, he was still a pawn of the Dark Lords game as all the rest. But, this still irked him, enough that he would move over to the punching back the Vong was working on.

A quick punch shot out, slamming against the bag with a light thud. While the bag took the punch like it should, the simple motion wasn't what Ferus was going for. A blast of the Force came out when his flesh connected with the leather, sending the bag off it's hinges and to the side of the room, away from the pair.

"Don't ignore me. That's rude after all."

 

[Tanalth]

Vree had not noticed [member="Darth Ferus"] approch. In fact she did not figure he would try anything, not until she saw the bag fly off it's hinges and wind up all the way across the room. She looked annoyed more than anything, seeing where it landed before turning to Ferus. She listen to hi but did not understand what he was saying. Obviosuly he was upset though, enough for her to figire why. He didn't like being ignored, did he? She found that a little childlish to the point of huffing and saying something in her Vong tounge. ​

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"Dobat chod."​

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She turned away again, this time making for the area where she'd fine more bags to deal with. ​

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Dobat chod?" Ferus blinked rather slowly at the words [member="Vree Choka"] spoke before it finally hit him. She didn't speak common, or understand it. One of those pure Vong sort of people, or at least in his head. With a frown now he would follow her, more or less talking to himself as he now knew the Vong couldn't understand him.

"Y'know. This language barrier thing has always been an issue. I don't understand why you haven't already gotten yourself a translator bug or what ever it is you lot have. Vong tech, weird stuff for sure. Part living, part mechanical, all gross." All the while the Sith was trying to find a good and solid way to communicate, but nothing was coming to mind. He couldn't use the Force on her, her being Vong and all, and he wasn't having anything to do with Biots any time soon, so for now the endless prattle would have to do.

 

[Tanalth]

Vree kept a deadpan look on her face as she ignored [member="Darth Ferus"] all the while he chattered on. She found another bag and brought it back to the spot before needing to fix her bandagaes around her hands. She kept glancing at him now-and-then, grunting or giving a huff of annoyance at how he was still talking to her. The fact she was unresponsive should have been enough. Bad enough she didn't understand him but that he kept going on and on in his tounge made it all the more strainuos. She statred punching the bag again while trying to ignore him. ​

 

[Darth Ferus]

This became a game for the Sith Lord. He didn't have much else to do now, and with [member="Vree Choka"] unable to even understand him, he chose to make a game. How long would it take before she lashed out at him instead of the bag? Endlessly he chatted, a large grin plastered on his face as he looked towards the far off wall, leaning against a pillar just close enough to the Vong for him to talk with ease.

Eventually, what he did speak stopped holding true meaning in common. Just random words listed off one after another as he waited and watched the warrior from the corner of his eye.

 

[Tanalth]

Eventually she was fed up with his talking. Her anger grew more apparent when her eyes went red from her implants. A sudden punch at the bag burst, the sand spilling out of it. It was revealed that Vree's fighting claws had come out of her wrist mid-punch, hence how the bag was damaged. She then looked to [member="Darth Ferus"] and started spouting more words in Vong tounge, appaerent enough she was angery at him for not leaving her alone. She called him "chod" again, along with a number of other words that sounded negative. ​

 

[Darth Ferus]

"Very good! That was the anger I was looking for. Now, how about we communicate in a different way, as I'm sure your kind knows just as well as my own." Iridonian at least. While he was a human in body, he was still the blood thirsty warrior clan at heart. Both hands would be brought up as he grinned at the Fighting Claw wielding Vong. Even with the language barrier, he assumed [member="Vree Choka"] would know the meaning of his own actions now.

 

[Tanalth]

The gesture was enough of a communication. She watched his hands come up and get into a fighting stance. She watched them before looking to [member="Darth Ferus"] as he made it clear what he wanted. Her eyes went green and a devious smirk came over her lips before she grunted an apporval. Her hands came up as well before her Fighting Claws retracted. If she was going to beat him it would be the old fashioned way. After that she took a step back to give him plenty of distance to start. Her knuckles cracked and her arms flexed before she made it clear she was ready for him. ​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus kept both hands up and close to his face, and as [member="Vree Choka"] got into her own fighting stance he began to bounce on his toes. It was a simple boxing form he took up, but it was enough for him. Usually he would let the other strike first, but in the spirit of the one being the challenger, he would rush right in.

Three quick steps from his own natural speed (Like her, he wanted this to be an old fashioned fight, meaning no Force) he would stop on his left foot, and bring around his left fist. It was a swift jab, meant for a low blow around her right kidney. Quick as it came though he would bring the fist back, and through out his right fist instead, stepping into it with the corresponding foot for a hard punch to her jaw.

 

[Tanalth]

Instead of bouncing on her toes Vree simply moved her arms about and swayed herself a little. She was gauging to see what his first move would be. As he finally started his assault she blocked his left fist before tucking in to block the kidney shot. She fell for his feint and took a shot to the jaw. Her head veered to the side from the impact before coming back around. She spat out jet black blood and grinned, obviously taking it as a trurer challanage than she expected. Her response: a headbudd right to his forehead followed by a number of jabs towards his gut.​

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[member="Darth Ferus"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Headbutts weren't something Ferus was use to. Despite his history as a Zabrak, where sharp horns often lead to impaling one on the spikes, he found using the head often lead to bad things on the user. Thus, a loud crack sounded as a bony head impacted the nose of the Sith Lord. Stumbling back in a daze, he would do his best to keep [member="Vree Choka"] 's jabs towards his gut from any major damage, though as shaken as he was already it was difficult.

Though eventually his head cleared, and even as blood dripped from his nose he went back into his rhythm, dancing back away from the Vong as quick as he could. Years of living as an Iridonian had taught him endurance through pain, and even though his face smarted and his sides burned he was far from out.

As another of her punches came for his stomach area, he would turn his body with it, and aim to trap her arm underneath his own. Then, holding her arm in his strong grip, he would bring about the free fist once more, only this time aiming for her throat.

While he wasn't going to use the Force or weapons, a fight was a fight. And anything went.

 

[Darth Ferus]

(That double post. Apologies.)

 

[Tanalth]

For a man who took such a blunt blow to the head [member="Darth Ferus"] proved to be resourceful as she followed up with her jabs. Strong. Good. She liked strong. It meant that if she had to fight with him she knew he would last long in a fight. Then suddenly her arm was trapped by a moment of victory in her own mind. She was taken aback by it before taking a shot to the throat. She gasped and choked as she pulled back before dropping to one knee and trying to regain her ability to breath. She looked up at him, her eyes going red again, before she stood, rubbing her throat. She bared her teeth before going into a stance again, only this time she roared as she charged foward. She stopped in front of him and tucked her arms inward into a cross. As she brought the up they would both smack against Ferus' face before she followed with a kick to his gut. From there would be more punches and shot to keep the pressure on him.​

 

[Darth Ferus]

Ferus did not let up however. As [member="Vree Choka"] fell from the punch to the throat he would press on, relentless as ever when he fought. A swift knee would be aimed for her chin as she stumbled back, the Sith Lord determined not to give her a single moment of rest. Blood from his nose seemed to stop by this point, though it was still fresh on his shirt. A dark grin took over his form though as he attacked the downed Vong. Iridonian to his core, he would draw blood.

 

[Tanalth]

Pain was nothing. Fear was nothing. The Vong were taught to never let these things control you. His attacks were harsh but Vree took them. She had to regain something or other before finally managing to find an openeing. When his fist came at her she grabbed it with her own, stopping it. The smack of knuckle against palm before she grabbed the rest of his arm in her hand. She began to squeeze hard on his fist with the intent to break or disable his hand. She gritted her teeth as she kept squeezing while keeping his arm locked in place with her own.​

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[member="Darth Ferus"]​

 

[Darth Ferus]

There was a hiss to escape the lips of the Sith Lord as his hand was caught and slowly being crushed. A normal human hand wouldn't be able to simply crush his limb, but she was no human, and already he could feel his bones cracking. But he made no attempt to stop this. The crack of fingers breaking would be clear to [member="Vree Choka"] , as well as the yelp from the Sith as such happened.

Except, the Sith was using this as a distraction. He wanted the Vong to think she hand the upper hand, literally. As his hand broke, he expected her to get into a sense of false confidence, and at that moment he would bring around his free hand for a powerful blow to her kidney area.

 

[Tanalth]

The sound of bones cracking and the painful yell coming from [member="Darth Ferus"] was enough signs to Vree that she was winning. Aliens like him were always easy to break, especially when she had been bulking herself up as she did. But her confidence turned into a weakness when he took advantage and kidney shot her. She growled in pain, a spit of blood shoot out from her mouth and landing on his face. She looked and beamed at him with red eyes before pushing him back. She held the spit, given how sore it was from all the punching, before trying to walk it off as she came towards him and tried to grab his head; squeezing it until his skull would crush like an egg.​