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A Different Sort of Negotiations

Eshan
Verz Horak was escorted by an Enchani battle guard into the Council building. He was here on behalf of the Mandalore, to discuss possible alliance between the Enchani and the Mandalorians. The two races were not too different in his opinion. They both were warriors above all else, ready to fight tothe last to defend themselves. He approached the Council and he gathered his thoughts, and the message he was to relay.

"Council of Eshan! I have come here with a proposal for you. I believe that we both would benefit from an alliance between the Enchani and Mandalorians. We can help you greatly. And you can help us just as much, I am sure."
 

Janira Fenni

Guest
There was a Mandalorian on Eshan. Bold move. She didn't like it. She didn't like it because it seemed like it was a good ploy to draw their attention to one when there could be others lurking in the shadows. Surely they don't think us that foolish. If they attack us now, they may have the advantage of numbers, but we would repel them from this world. She stared at the man who stood before her and the rest of the council, speaking of an alliance. One of the oldest rivalries in the galaxy and one of them was proposing an alliance. In some respects, it made her angry that they thought them so insignificant as to propose an alliance. In others, it simply made her angry that they couldn't even due them the honor of attempting to conquer them.

"Fight."

She had been ill for days prior to this, and she still felt the effects of it as she pushed herself up from the seat she was resting in. The others looked at her, but they didn't question her. They knew when she set her mind to something she wasn't going to be dissuaded from it. If she wanted to fight this man, then that was what she was going to do. Once she was up, and took an unsteady step forward, she calmed herself and walked towards him more confidently. He wore armor, but she was not afraid of such things. She knew that her speed would play into her favor against an armored opponent. She assumed a stance in front of him, feet shoulder width apart with front foot pointed towards him and back perpendicular to it. One hand was out towards him and open, the other rested against her cheek, closed in a fist.

"No weapons."
 
Verz watched who he assumed to be the leader, of a sort, get up, and ask him, no demand, thathe fight. He was expecting it. He had researched the Echani, and knew fights were like conversation to them. He nodded, but before she could get within striking distance, he spoke.

"Wait, before we fight, I wish to make this an even match. I will take off my armor. And I will fight, no weapons, no armor. Fist to fist. Wit to wit. Strength to strength. Is that acceptable to you?"
 

Janira Fenni

Guest
That was notably honorable. She honestly didn't understand what had brought him to agree to remove his armor. The armor Mandalorians wore was like their badge of honor, removing it to fight her? Unexpected and honorable. She didn't release herself from the stance she'd assumed, however. This doesn't seem like a ploy, but I will not lower my guard to a Mandalorian. No weapons had been the stipulation, but she hadn't said no armor. The fact that he was willing to remove his indicated to her that he was serious about this. That was either very good, or very bad. She shot a glance towards one of the guards near the door and the man turned and left. He would go and make sure that the Mandalorian fleet wasn't lurking nearby.

"Commendable. I will not strike while you prepare."
 
Verz nodded. These people were pragmatic. And they had honor. Verz's hands moved deftly, undoing the armor's fastenings. Piece by piece, he took his armor off, revealing a black bodysuit pitted with damage from past campaigns. He finally removed his helmet, revealing a scarred, somewhat pale face. He carefully placed the armor down, in a spot where it would not come to harm. The cool air caressed his skin, and he felt a shiver go down his spine, but not one of fear or cold. One of excitement. The rush he fealt before every battle had arrived. He tasted the bitterness of adrenaline and bowed, in respect of warrior before him.

"Shall we begin?"
 

Janira Fenni

Guest
Janira watched him, but only offered a bow of her head in return when he rose and bowed to her. Scars were present upon his face, and she stared at them for a brief moment before focusing back on him. Scars were a sign of having been in battle, and clearly the armor wasn't always worn in battle. He will likely be a tough opponent, but I would expect more from the Mandalore than him. Caution should be exercised here. She watched him, waiting for him to be ready, gauging him and his movements. He seemed calm, collected, ready. To her that meant he was confident in his ability and thought he could win this fight. Good, he would try hard enough to make the fight worthwhile.

When she was certain that he was ready, she took a few shuffling steps forward towards him, trying to gauge his reaction to her advances. Then she backed off again and began to circle him, changing her stance as she did so. She switched from the prior stance to one with fists up. One fist was outwards more, and the other a little bit in from that one, though she was still ready to strike at a moments notice, and she shuffled her feet once to try and throw him off as she circled. It was important to her that she gauged the man before attacking.
 
He assumed a fighting stance as the woman approached him. A stance that was just as defensive as offensive. He liked this stance, and it was the first he had learned from his buir. The Echani circled him steadily. He turned with her, never taking his eyes off of her. He had grown used to the near 360° vision a helmet gave him, but he was trained to fight without one. And he had trained others to dothe woman shuffled around him, he scanned her for weakness. Her stance was flawless, though she moved abit slowly. Most likely on purpose.He made an experimental advance, trying to see her reaction to his movement. He never took his eyes off her.
 

Janira Fenni

Guest
As soon as he advanced, she moved. Not back as one might expect someone who was smaller than their opponent to do, but forward. Amongst her people she was regarded rather highly. She was savage in battle, ruthless even, but she was methodical and practiced. It was her medical condition which gained her the most respect, however. Despite it, she still managed to beat the crap out of opponents. He advances, and I move forward. He backs away and I move forward. Yielding is for the weak. And as she advanced, she moved, flicking her front fist forward and uncoiling her fingers into a flat palm. She drove the finger towards his neck, intending to hit him in the wind pipe, or at least jab him in the jugular if he moved. The later wouldn't kill, but it would hurt like hell.
 
So, she was direct. A he moved forward, so did the Echani. To add to the mix, she threw a jab at his windpipe. He couldn't move, or he would be hit in the jugular, but his adrenaline fueled mind slowed everything down, and he came up with a solution. He tilted his head downward, so that the fingers of the Counselor would hit his forehead, and the bone and scar tissue present there. The jab hurt when it hit, but not as much as not breathing easily. He then countered with a swift stinging punch to the solar plexus.
 

Janira Fenni

Guest
Her fingers only connected with the mans forehead, which honestly kind of hurt her fingers as much as it likely hurt his head, which wasn't that much, but was close to jamming them. After connecting, he brought his fist around, aimed for her solar plexus. Need to avoid this strike or potential damage could be caused to my heart. She twisted her body and dropped her other hand to merely guide his arm past her so that she wouldn't get hit, but mostly so she knew where his arm was. He might be a good fighter, but he was big and she was small. She was going to use that to her advantage. Taking her momentum from the twist, she spun to his side and brought her other arm around with her elbow aimed towards the right side of his body, near his kidney.
 
Verz felt his arm skid away from its mark into thin air, he spotted a punch aimed at him. The speed at which he reacted surprised even him. Both adrenaline and him not wearing 30 kilogram armor meant he could move faster than he normally did, though he wasn't used to it. He swung his forearm down, knocking the elbow away from his kidney, and retaliated by using a open hand strike, aimed at the Echani's abdominal area.
 

Janira Fenni

Guest
The strike collided with her stomach and knocked her back for a moment, sending the air wooshing out of her. She slid her hand to her stomach briefly, but didn't allow herself to linger, absorbed in the strike and the pain it caused. Focus. He'll take advantage of any moment of weakness. You are better. Show him. Almost as soon as she regained her footing, she moved in again, splaying her hand and making as if to swipe it down from left to right, as if aiming at his neck, but she pulled her hand back at the last moment and used the swing to shift her momentum. It allowed her to swiftly spin around and lift her leg to snap a kick aimed towards his right ribcage. So far he was holding his own, but she wondered how long he could last. That would be the real key: stamina.
 
At first, Verz thought the kick was heading for his neck, and tried to adjust, but the kick then changed momentum and hit his ribcage. He heard a loud crack ​as he felt at least one rib fracture. The pain roared like a wildfire, but the adrenaline dampened some of it. He tried ignoring the rest of the pain, then sent a swift punch at the woman's shoulder.
 

Janira Fenni

Guest
The kick connected with a crack that she was pleased to hear, but she refused to acknowledge her happiness. Especially since his fist shot out and connected with her shoulder, carrying her momentum further and sending her spinning to the ground. That one hurt like hell and she was certain she felt a pop. Rolling back to her feet, she tested the mobility of her shoulder and found it somewhat hindered. She would have to switch offense to her other arm. Effective strike, brutish though it was. He took some of my offensive capability away. She wasn't nearly done, though. She'd fight until she couldn't move if need be. Stepping back away from him, she watched him and then lowered her hood. When she did, she charged at him, giving no indication of what she was going to do. When she was ready, she flipped forward, catching herself on her good arm and springing up with her legs aimed at his head. If she connected, his head would be sandwiched between her thighs and she aimed to used her momentum to flip him down to the ground.
 
Verz was satisfied to see the woman sprawl to the ground, but he knew she wouldn't stay down long. Hell, neither would he in the same situation. She ran toward Verz,and he prepared to strike again. To his surprise, she flipped, and due to his adrenaline, she seemed to float through the air towards him, impossibly slow. He moved towards her, then did a combat roll under her, getting to his feet as quickly as he could.
 

Janira Fenni

Guest
She flew through the air and landed in a tuck, rolling back to her feet where she was. Good move on his part, and she reacted quickly enough to avoid hitting the wall. Literally, not figuratively. The wall was only a couple feet in front of her before she spun around. He's reacting incredibly fast. Need to slow him down. She ran at him as he began to turn towards her again. The last move she'd done was a long shot, but would have been effective. Now she was going to go for a different tactic. When she got close, she dropped into a slide, aimed to go between his legs where she would bring her fists up and slam that at the insides of his knee. She needed to slow him down which meant she needed to go for joints. Striking them would slow him.
 
Once again the Echani rushed him. He kept his guard up this time, looking for any ploys. Again, the Counselor appeard to move in slow motion, and his mind raced for a solution to this new problem, and seeing her drop and slide was another one. He quickly reached an idea, one that he would be reluctant to use with his armor on. He shifted at the last minute so that the sliding Echani would hit her head into his foot or leg. With armor on, it would have been likely to fracture her skull. Without, it would hurt. A lot. For both sides.
 

Janira Fenni

Guest
Her hand grabbed his leg, but she couldn't stop her forehead from contacting his shin. She couldn't contain the cry of pain this time around. It hurt like hell, as did her arm as it was her bad arm which had grabbed his leg. Her other arm rose to her head, as she'd cracked open the skin there on contact. Move! It hurts, but move! You've bled before, get going! She swung around, yelling at the pain in her arm as she held on, and moved to wrap her legs around his upper thigh. Blood was rushing to her head as she was upside down, but she couldn't focus on that. In grabbing his upper leg with hers, she was intent on using her hands to rip his leg out from under him fast enough to send him into a fall upon his face.
 
Another sear of pain traveled through his body. Though this time, it was from his leg. It wasn't as bad, because he had braced himself for it, but it still hurt like a chakaar. He was confused though, when the woman wrapped her leg around his left leg, and grabbed, as if to pull it out from under him. He kicked his leg, trying to shake her off. But that failed. She pulled his leg out from under him, and he fell to the floor, landing and catching himself with his arm. This gave him the opportunity to drive his knee down, pressing into the Echani's stomach. Her move had worked, but it turned to his advantage.
 

Janira Fenni

Guest
Turned into his brief advantage. The wind rushes from her lungs again and she gasped for air, but her inner voice was yelling at her again. FOCUS, Janira. You can read him. Now, react. She pushed up on his leg with all of her strength, and got just enough wiggle room that she could spin around his leg and come out from beneath him. Releasing her wrapping of his leg, she sprawled atop him, lifted her leg, and slammed her foot down towards the back of the Mando's large head, intent on beating it into the ground. At the same time, she released his leg altogether, her blood now covering it in places, and moved her arms in preparation for a coming response from him. Sucking in air, pain shot through her and a tear seeped from her eye, but she bit her lip and prepared herself for more pain to come.
 

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