You Sit On Babies?! (Ire'Rain Sekairo)

[Jade Ren]

Sparring Grounds


Finally where he felt he probably should belong, already he saw a flaw in the place, a babysitter. Why on earth Kaine thought a grown man needed his hand held while he used the bathroom was beyond him, and he tired of the woman's self pride in thinking she was some kind of chosen. The woman thought he was just like the rest of his siblings, a shot at his individuality.
Dressed without a shirt, his tattoos all over his body were now visible, various markings meaning different things. He removed his earrings, and facial piercing, because who would be stupid enough to fight with those in? He had no shoes on either, just some sparring pants on. At the moment he was stretching his muscles out, limbering up before a fight was always a great idea.
Every time he would stretch, some muscle somewhere would flex, and ripple. It was safe to say that Michael was in apex shape physically. He had just got here, literally, and already he was getting into trouble.
Finally he felt he was limber enough, and awaited for the woman known as Ire'Rain to show up. He had no visible weapons on him, and he didnt even know how to use the force. In fact he didnt know what the force really was.
He didnt need those things to beat this woman though.

[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

Working for the Zambranos had it's perks. For one, you had access to their armory. Plus you could spend hours in their libraries, practicing in their training fields, or you could borrow their servants. Some of them at least. That's just what our favorite insane lass had been doing... when she wasn't taking care of the damn kids, that is. Kaine seemed to have at least four dozen children running around. Somehow Ire had ended up being responsible for some of them. She was to watch them, keep them loyal, and make sure they weren't utter failures. A few showed immense levels of promise. Others seemed to just be using their last name to get what they want. She made sure to give those ones a good slap on the head. Or she just beat them in sparring matches until their egos deflated. Sometimes she was to busy, and her 'sister', [member="War'Rain Sekairo"], would do it for her. Getting beat by a non-force user was generally more humiliating for them. But Ire had a fondness for breaking (if only partially) the willpower of others. So it was rare that she let an opportunity to do so herself pass by. Recently another lost childe had come the way of Panatha. Our 'protagonist' was one of those to greet him. Like most times she was introduced to someone... she gained an immediate disliking for him.

Sure, he seemed... unique, to put it nicely, but his 'individuality' seemed rather stereotypical. As if he was trying to prove himself to be unlike everyone else by acting like everyone else. Or so she thought. Before long Michael had decided he wanted to fight the slightly younger woman. With a raised eyebrow she had accepted. Since then she had been doing a little... research on him. Just to see what exactly she was going up against. There wasn't much in the records. Apparently he had been adopted after his mother died in childbirth. A few places mention him in travel logs, nothing major. Plenty of information was missing. What Ire couldn't find on the holonet she looked for in his appearance, his personality, his actions. As far as she could tell he was a strong, tall man. During training he seemed to show an affinity for martial arts and blade work. She had yet to see him use a blaster. Perhaps because he was lacking in that area. Perhaps because he simply didn't care for ranged tools. That didn't really matter to her, especially when she walked towards him... and found him without any sort of weapon whatsoever. Frowning she dropped the 'toys' she had brought. Which meant an assortment of pain-bringing items. A blaster. Two training sabers (one which would have been offered to him). One lovely, lovely whip. Oh, and a purposely dulled knife.

It was then the wind lightly rustled her garments. They were rather simple. Just a 'mildly' revealing stop with a shawl over that, along with slightly loose pants, black socks, and dark brown combat boots. Her left hand was obviously a prosthetic. Meanwhile her right had a simple leather glove covering it. Quietly she looked around the area. A few people were there to watch. Some were servants, no doubt here to enjoy watching Ire defeat yet another of her 'masters', while pretending to nurse the wounds of whoever lost. Next to them were a few of House Sekairo. In addition there were a few who didn't show their faces. They were likely Zambranos curious to see how this would go. It wasn't exactly the first time the powerful family had come to watch their young in combat. Ire paid them no attention as she turned to her opponent. She spoke without emotion. As always. As it should be. "Choose your weapon, if you wish, then begin. The fight will be until one of us is knocked out or taps out. Which means unless you crack my skull open, you will not win. Let's get this over with." She stretched one last time before getting into her stance. It was fairly generic. Much like that of shock boxers. But when applied to someone like her, a very flexible, very fast individual, it became semi-unique, and quite, quite powerful. If used correctly.

[member="Michael Zambrano"]​

 

[Jade Ren]

[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

The woman sure did have a taste in fashion, he had to give her that. What he was not doing the whole he had been here, was research. He found it better to do field research. You can read all you want, but when the real deal was in front of you, you learned the most you could about a person. Like for instance, the fact she had brought so many weapons with her. He raised an eyebrow at them all. The knife was obviously dull, and that blaster would be a problem. Two sabers, and a whip? He leaned his head to the side. He had never used any of those before.
He eye'd each other carefully, and opted that he would use his hands instead of any of those.
"I'll go with my hands, and feet. Feel free to use whatever you want."
He responded finally to her.
"It's not like those will matter in the end, when you're tapping out, and getting ready to buy me some dinner." He smirked, and took in a deep breath, clearing his mind.

What had been a nonsense attitude, turned into a all out focused feature on his face. He had taken all the training he had received in hand to hand seriously, and knew that gloating could be done afterwards. His right front leg slid forward, his foot pointed inwards slightly. His body was turned against her, and his left leg would slide just a bit backwards, and bend enough for leverage.
His right arm would curl into his abdomen, making a open palm, and his left arm would come out in a slightly closed fashion. His breathing had slowed tremendously, and now he had turned into a totally different person.
"Ready." Was all he said.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

One eyebrow perked up at his words. He sure had a lot of confidence. Ire just hoped that for once one of the Zambrano kids would be able to back it up. But only some. After all, she still wanted to kick his ass. Figuratively at least. Literally doing so sounded unpleasant. Kicking him where the sun didn't shine sounded like a much, much better idea. It would be funner to watch him squirm afterwards as well. Just the thought brought the slightest of smirks to her face. This was going to be fun. A simple telekinetic tug pulled the whip into her left hand. Meanwhile she started to gather the force in her right. Heat collected there, swirling together, daring the air to transform. Then a chip of bark, likely drug there by a servant's boot earlier in the day, was thrust into the center of the energy. It ignited with little effort. The space around her hand turned into a fireball that she cast at Michael, aiming to judge his speed. Less than a second after the flame shot out she unleashed her weapon. The tightly-wound leather struck out in a sideways arc, moving quickly, propelled by the strength of a powerful prosthetic. Were it to hit him (which was quite possible, considering it's wide and deep reach) it would hurt. Like. Hell. Especially if it landed on his bare chest...

Ire really, really hoped it hit him.

[member="Michael Zambrano"]​

 

[Jade Ren]

[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

She had already made her first mistake, given him something to mask what he was going to do. Michael ran straight at it, dropping to his knees, and bending backwards, sliding under it. It dent blister his chest, it couldnt be helped, but it was the most minimum damage he could see from it that he could receive. When it would then be behind him, and out of mind, he would come back to standing point, now only a few feet from Ire, he would have to watch out more for more of that fire. Ire would then notice his stance changed differently in the legs, his right leg was still up front, but bent slightly, while his left leg was way out back, with a slight inward angle in the foot.
What he had found throughout all his training was not to hit hard, but to hit as many times as possible, by hitting as fast as possible. He had trained his body to be as fast as possible. The right arm that had been curled into abdomen would come out with extreme speed, aimed for her chest, while right behind it, the left arm darted in for abdomen shot.
Michael would do something very strange, fall forward, using his right foot as a balance. He was attempting to give her a nice quick tap on top of the head with his left foot.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

Staying still was not something the girl had a habit of doing. Why? Well, for one, that left her open to attacks, and two, she had spent most of her early life on the run. For nearly a dozen years she had also suffered from hallucinations. Those now added her, but for awhile they tricked her into believing she was always in danger. Moving out of their 'reach' had been something she had had to do often. In time it had become child's play. Out-moving targets larger and stronger then her was where she excelled. Well, it was one of the areas in which she did. When Michael slid under her fire she slid to the right. He came up on her left side. The side her beautiful new hand was on. Heh heh heh. Quickly the man went to strike, first at her chest, then at her stomach. That would not be allowed. Not entirely, at least. Ire let the first hit slam into her. Meanwhile her whip was temporarily abandoned, her left hand moving to thwack the man on his spine. At the same time it's paddle beamer briefly activated. Contact from the device was known to stun, numb, or even temporarily paralyze limbs. Exposure to one's spine could even cause unconsciousness. But if their duel was to end so soon... that would be so sad, wouldn't it? Boring too. Hence the quick strike. Michael then moved into his next attack. Ire twisted, letting the foot tap her shoulder instead. More heat gathered in her right hand as she went to grab unto his ankle with it.

[member="Michael Zambrano"]​

 

[Jade Ren]

[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

It didn't take long for that paddle to stun his back, all his back muscles tensed up, and burning sensation not only was sent through his body, but now she had his ankle too. That was like being grabbed by a hot stove, and he cried out in pain. It hurt a lot. What did he do know? He could barely move. He had to think quick before she could finish this fight with a single blow. The bigger question, though, was why did she have a paddle? Kinky.
Michael did the one thing he knew he could do, use his right leg to scoop under her left foot, and let all his weight fall into her grasp. He threw his head into her stomach hard, hoping to knock some wind out of her. There wasn't much more he could do, but try, and bring her to the ground. There he could at least try to grapple her into submission.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

Oh, this was starting to get tiring. But at least she was winning. At first she just 'turned the heat up' with her right hand, doing her best to increase the temperature without accidentally setting his skin on fire. Something told her that the Zambranos wouldn't appreciate her toasting their newest member. Her attempts to burn him were cut quite short by his right leg moving though. Because Ire was not capable of holding all of his weight on her own- not without using her left arm. So she was forced to drop his ankle... meaning he'd probably hit the ground. That, however, did not mean that he didn't get a bit of a hit in. With an unlady like 'hmph' she fell back. Trying not to let him get to her she rolled away. From there she'd start to get up...
[member="Michael Zambrano"]

 

[Jade Ren]

[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

Michael would land with a loud thud, and saw this as an opportunity, he rolled himself back into her, wrapping his legs around her waist. No way was he going to let her stand back up again, and do any more of that fancy fire magic crap. Now they would go into his turf. If he could keep her down long enough, he would grab the muscle that was settled just before the neck, and trap. He would squeeze it with all his strength, and hope this would knock her out. He would use his right hand for this, while quickly striking at her rip cage with his left hand, and holding on with his legs.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

Great, he recovered far faster than Ire had anticipated. Not good. At first she did her best to struggle, trying to knee him between his legs. That quickly failed. Then her attention was forced to his hands. One grabbed for her neck while the other shot towards her rib cage. He was faring better than most she had fought with before. Part of her felt... exhilarated. How long had it been since her last good fight?... To long. Way, way to long. Despite the fingers grasping near her throat she grinned. While dots started to fog part of her vision she thrust her right hand upwards, going to punch his stomach. Heat was wrapping around the hand. Ire's hope was to further burn his abdomen. At the same time she turned her right palm towards him. The paddle-beamer activated once more. Then she tried to grab onto him with it, going for the neck, or if that failed, the right shoulder.

[member="Michael Zambrano"]​

 

[Jade Ren]

[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

While he was trying to knock her out quick, and keep her distracted, he didnt know the hand shoot up into his stomach. It knocked the wind out of him, and he had to stop punching her rip cage. Then something zapped his shoulder as he fell into her some. He shook his head, but Michael began to feel that his right arm was going a bit numb. His grasp loosened greatly on that pressure point on her neck, and now she was trying to..hug him with the paddle? This woman was quite the kinky gal.
Michael's left knee would go into Ire's side, in between her hip, and rip cage. Catching his breath back, his left hand shot up, knocking the paddle off. His left arm would then wrap around her paddle arm, and hold it a safe distance away from him, then he would wrap his legs around hers, and lock them into place.
His right arm still hadnt recovered all it's feeling back yet.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

Still kicking, this man was, metaphorically, at least. Yoda moment over. Michael was attempting quite the interesting move. Holding her left arm down with his required him reaching across his chest (and by extension, hers). That left his chest in a bit of a weird position. To fully prevent her left arm from moving he'd have to change the way his legs were placed. This was her chance. Well, it had been. Until his legs did indeed leave their spots. His left knee went to press into her ribs forcefully. Scowling she let out a little grunt. That's around the time she realized that his face was way to close to her 'assets' for comfort. It was time to get him off of her. Doing her best to take advantage of his position she brought her right hand up, going for several hard smacks to his left ear. Strikes there typically made it harder for someone to balance. Sometimes they could stun an opponent or simply mess up their train of thought. Oh, and, you know, they hurt. To follow up with this she tried to kick him away. Hopefully he'd be disorientated by her attacks enough to get him off of her.

[member="Michael Zambrano"]

 

[Jade Ren]

[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

What just happened? Suddenly she was striking his ear, making him seem double every time she landed a strike. Then she landed a strike that made him release his hold with his left hand, but she didnt count on his right arm coming back to feeling. Qiuckly, his left hand wrapped around her left arm, locking it in. Then his right arm wrapped around her right arm, and locked it in. His legs would once again wrap around her waist, leaving no space for her legs to squeeze in between, and go for his groin. The fact that she could lift his weight up gave him the upper hand in ground game, and he knew it. His eyes met hers, and with a quick, and very fluid motion, his forehead sailed forward, straight into her nose. It was time to end this.

 

[Ire'Rain Sekairo]

Why the hell was he holding her cross-wise? That may have seemed like the easier thing to do at first, considering the position he had already been in, but logic dictated that it was a bad idea. His right side was on her left, and vice versa. Holding her left with his left required him to stretch his arm across his chest. Doing the opposite with his other side was equally as physically challenging. There was a reason that people sometimes did push ups that way. It proved to be a harder task. Furthermore, unless he had long, long arms, or was inhumanly flexible, holding her arms at anything past her elbow would be neigh impossible. For a moment she pretended that what he was doing was working 99.99%. Then she went to slam- oh. Looks like they had the same idea. Ire's head tipped forward as she rammed it up at his. Tilting her skull this way made the hardest part of the bone face closest to him. Her hope was to have this thick part of her cranium slam into his nose. Of course, his hit still hurt like hell. She'd have a headache for quite some time. There was even a chance she'd get a mild concussion from this (which actually doesn't require one to lose consciousness, fun fact of the day). However... Ire was known for actually enjoying pain to some degree. The smirk didn't leave her face. Now, she thought, it was time to actually end this. With her right hand (which was still 'pinned') she summoned the force. No fireballs this time, no. Just all the equipment she had brought suddenly rising up, rushing through the air, and trying to push Michael the feth off of her. The blaster may or may not have dropped towards his head.

It was a mean blaster.

[member="Michael Zambrano"]​

 

[Jade Ren]

[member="Ire'Rain Sekairo"]

BLAM!

Their foreheads collided, and Michael was seeing stars. He blinked a couple of times, and released his grip on her, and rolled off the woman. The blaster smacked the back of his head, making him see more stars, and when he tried to stand, he stumbled a little in the process. "Damn.." He started to crackle in laughter. Did she hit him that hard? Had she knocked him crazy?
The answer was simply no. She had not taken into account the signs that had always been there. It was a common mental instability for those with facial piercings, and body tattoos. He was a masochist, and he was in a lot of pleasure at the moment, it was pain, but it was pleasure. He rubbed the back of his head some, and made a hissing sound. When he pulled his hand away, there was a bit of blood. His eyes sharpened, and darted at Ire. A smile most fiend like crossed his face.
The stars were going away now, and his balance was coming back. The back of his head had become a big weak spot now though.
He sprinted at the woman, quickly picking up one of the training lightsabers, and switched it on. It was crazy how light it was. The blade's crackling echoed in his ears, and vibrated in his hand.
When he reached her, his grip became reversed, and it turned into a slash at the woman.