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[Zandra Tal'verda]

She had him on the run! Silly boy. He needed a hair cut. Long hair got in the way. It was why Zandra kept hers cut nice and short. Well, that, and it was less maintenance.

Anyways!
She blocked most of his punches with her forearm, but the last one hit her square in the jaw. Ouch! She felt her tooth cut into her tongue. Ugh. She staggered back, just long enough to let the long haired man get his weapon. She spit out blood right onto the clean floor.

"Oooo, someone's gettin' fiesty! I love 'em when they got a lil' fight in 'em!"

[member="Derriphan Itsu"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Mia Maslova"]

 

[Ri'ven Gevrok]

Derriphan smiled at [member="Zandra Tal'verda"]'s little comment. "You know on any other day I'd probably be trying to get into your pants but selavi." He then said as he took a small jump into the air and built momentum by spinning a circle in the air and had his fist aimed at the top of her head. Then he'd bring his leg up towards her chest to at least push her against the wall behind her.

[member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Mia Maslova"]

 

[Beowoof]

He was right. He was right on all accounts. Mia had never killed anyone before--certainly not an acquaintance or influential person to her life such as the one before her. Her fingers twitched as he made strides and moved the triggers a hair, but she could not pull back enough for a full compression. Killing was simple. She could quite literally blow Xavka's brains out this instant.

Killing was simple, but it was by no means easy. She had hesitated, precisely as he had called.

She paid little heed to his foreign utterances, but assumed there was something hidden by that strange tongue that was meant to give her the courage to fire. But it gave her the courage anyway, no matter whether she understood the language or not. There was an ominous meaning to them, and she would rather not find out the implications of the quote.

But she had hesitated. And it was enough. Just as Mia's courage had mounted enough to incite a trigger-pull from her hand, the whip slashed through the air at what must have been Mach 0.8. The weapon dug into her flesh just as she fired off a slew of rapid-fire bolts, their red streaks dashing randomly against the walls of the ship and scorching them.

She dropped her gun and withdrew her hand in reflex, but the natural instinct of self preservation persevered in her. Right hand wounded, she plucked one of the razor-sharp chopsticks from her hair with her healthy hand and zipped it at Xavka, hoping it would puncture something vital enough to distract him from that whip lashing.

"That's one weapon I learned on my own," Zandra's crewmate taunted, a deep hiss emanating from between her teeth to cope with the serious pain in her bloody wrist.

[member="Xavka Duquo"], [member="Zandra Tal'verda"], [member="Derriphan Itsu"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

The Echani pirate grinned at his words.

"Aww, sorry, baby, but I'm a married woman."

She followed his movements, danced along with him. His punches she moved with, sliding, stepping, ducking out of the way. This was basic Echani fighting. This was what a child knew to do. And for now, Zandra was happy just to have a fight. For now, she would play, maybe even flirt a little. It had been years since her husband had disappeared, after all. Who could blame a woman for being lonely?

Her arm came down to hook under his leg. She grinned, moving to flip him over.


[member="Derriphan Itsu"] [member="Mia Maslova"] @Xavka Duquo

 

[Ri'ven Gevrok]

Derriphan sucked in his teeth as he was flipped over but he was still smiling as he kicked towards Zandra's chest before he landed on his back and rolled back to get back on his feet. "Well then that seems to be quite the lucky mate you have there." He said with a smile as he leaned up again and took a teras kasi stance again.
He was glad he could have such a fight and the fact his opponent was attractive was merely a bonus at this point. With the force he moved his saber back into his hand and placed it inside his chain belt as he continued to fight the woman, he hadn't gotten angry enough at her to actually use the saber yet.

[member="Zandra Tal'verda"] [member="Mia Maslova"] [member="Xavka Duquo"]

 

[Xevek Nekonis]

Xavka stood still as the slew of red blaster bolts were fired towards his direction just as the blaster was dropped by an instinct withdrawing of the woman's hand. Non of the bolts hit the stoic Zabrak, instead they contacted harmlessly with the metal wall of the ship behind him, leaving him without injury. 'Well done, Mia. Seems like you found you're resolve. Let's hope now that you are not sent to Vysh. It would be a waste of potential.' The thought ran through his mind as a feeling of pride sparked inside of him.

He was just pulling back his hand to send another strike of his whip towards Mia, aiming to incapacitate the woman who he, admitly, harboured a slight soft spot for, when she threw one of the chopsticks in her hair towards him. Dropping the whip, his right hand whipped upwards to make contact with the side of the projectile, knocking it to the side enough that it flew past him and encountered the same fate as the blaster bolt, impacting against the wall. However, instead of leaving scorch marks, the chopstick instead bounced to the floor.

A chuckle was pulled from the lips of Xavka at Mia's words as his mouth curled into a slight smile. "Indeed, I did not teach you how to use chopsticks. Although, it does bare a resemblance to my Senbon Needles, does it not?" He raised a brow at the woman before his at his question while pulling one of said Senbon out of the pouch on his leg and threw it towards Mia, aiming to hit her remaining usable hand and decrease her ability to fight, making it easier for him to subdue her without too much injury.
While the Senbon was cutting through the air, Xavka posed a second question to Mia. "I'm feeling generous today and will let you choose the weapon I fight you with. What shall it be? Sword, whip, Senbon or Emeici?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he witnessed the fight between Noxith and the Pirate Queen, Z, but made no move to react to it. That was their fight just as this was his and Mia's, he would in no way offer help apart from to spare his temporary ally, and pain in the kohju, from the grasp of Vysh. He had been taught from an early age to not let a memner of a hunt pack have the fire of life extinguished and while this situation was not a hunt, Xavka was not about to rescind on his earlier teachings and let and ally die.

[member="Mia Maslova"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

Lucky. Yeah, Cal was lucky. Not every mate in the Galaxy would do what she was doing just to find him. Not every mate would tear through every star system, pull it apart bit by bit, just to find them. Not every mate was Zandra. Not every mate would have stuck by like she had.

There was a tiny instant where she was distracted by the memory of him. That time she went into battle with clan Tal'verda for the first time. She'd shot a rifle at the sniper trying to shoot her husband. It was her first kill with one. Zandra was not a fan of projectile weaponry. She liked to have more control than that. But when push came to shove, she'd been there to protect her mate.

That distraction was enough to let him land a hit on her shoulder. She staggered back. He hit hard.

[member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Derriphan Itsu"] [member="Mia Maslova"]

 

[Ri'ven Gevrok]

He attempted to capitalize on the hit and began to send a series of punches in as rapid a motion as he could towards [member="Zandra Tal'verda"] as he tried to force the pirate queen to yield.His patience however wore very thin and he quickly moved to grab his saber, igniting it with the force and sliced at Zandra in an upwards slash.

[member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Mia Maslova"]

 

[Zandra Tal'verda]

This was not what Zandra had expected. While she'd been shaking the hit off (it was a rare thing for someone to land a punch in one on one combat with her) she had not seen nor expected the damn force wizard to use his saber. Not from that distance. Not while it had rolled away. Dammit, she knew knew enough about these freaks not to get herself killed, but not enough to win, it would seem.

She felt a sharp sting on her wrist. Shock. The shock of it all sizzled up through her whole body. For a half second she just stood there. Her sword clattered to the floor, still nestled in her long calloused fingers. She knew what it meant. She did not scream. Not yet. Her eyes glanced down at the stub of her right arm, the cauterized wrist smoking still.

Then she screamed.

[member="Derriphan Itsu"] [member="Xavka Duquo"] [member="Mia Maslova"]