A New Lesson

[Adriana Fortemps]

Aboard the Crimson Valkyrie

The Inquisitor had immediately leapt at the invitation [member="Vaylin"] had sent her for about more sparring sessions, the two Valkyries had a similar vestment in hand to hand combat and their last opportunity had been unfortunately cut short. As an Echani Jorryn was always eager to prove her unarmed prowess, especially against someone so similarly skilled as herself.

It was the first time that the Knight had been aboard Vaylin's personal ship that she now commanded, a mixture of pride and jealousy swirling through the inquisitor as her ship docked in one of the hangars of the Crimson Valkyrie. While Jorryn had been stuck as a desk jockey for Lord Saarai, the Zabrak had been out winning favour from the Lords of the Sith.

At least the Echani could brew a mean tea now.

A servant was there to greet the Sith, ensuring that the ship would be well cared for as she lead Jorryn down the stretching hallways of the cruiser to the training room. As expected, it was one of the more detailed rooms laying around the ship. It didn't shock the Echani that Vaylin would ensure an area she would spend so much time would have more commitment put into it than most of the ship.

"I will go inform Lady Vaylin that you have arrived." the girl taking a polite bow before leaving the Inquisitor alone in the room.

Her eyes surveyed the room gleefully before she retreated towards the changing rooms. Even if Jorryn was just coming here to spar, she refused to wear her fighting clothes in place of her nice outfits for any longer than she had to. It didn't take her long to swap her outfit, replacing the coat and scarf she wore for a black sports bra and her leggings for a looser pair of gray sweatpants.

It could hardly be called fashionable, but still the outfit was comfortable and allowed her legs to be unconstrained. The Inquisitor gently placed her other clothes aside to ensure they wouldn't be damaged before making her way back out to the gym area she had been in, pulling her arms across her chest to get a better range of motion for the fight to come.

The Echani continued with her warmups as she waited for her fellow Valkyrie to come join her, wondering if the Zabrak had changed with her new position.

 

[Vaylin]

There were certainly benefits of being a Commander, having her own ship to order around. But there were equally as damning downsides to it as well.

Namely paperwork, a lot of it.

A vast majority was revolved around the staff and crew of both the Crimson Valkyrie and the War Fleet Vermillion Authority. Though thankfully the latter was mostly handled by the individual Captains of those ships - Vaylin just had the last stamp of approval.

But then the responsibilities of being an Elder Valkyrie came knocking, accompanied by another pile of papers to go through. It was something the Zabrak would've balked at years ago, but now she was resigned to the fact it was part of her job.

Vaylin let out a groan as she put her pen down, bringing a hand up to massage her neck a little, tension cracking in response. She felt a presence approaching her office and was quietly hoping it wasn't going to be one of her aides with more...

"My lady?" She was relieved to find it was just one of her servants. "Knight Jorryn has arrived, I've seen her to your training room as requested."

The Zabrak raised an eyebrow at that, not expecting the Echani to have responded, let alone arrive so soon after she had messaged her. But it did bring a grin to her face. "Excellent, go and inform Evelynn that I'm not to be disturbed for the rest of the day." With an almost giddy kick in attitude, Vaylin pushed her chair back and made a beeline out of her office and into her quarters next door.

It took another five to ten minutes, but eventually a pair of side doors opened, and the Zabrak walked into the room. She was dressed similarly, with a black sports bra but instead opted for a pair of black and red shorts. Vaylin for the most part looked the same as last time, albeit with some minor changes here and there.

Slightly longer hair, a bit more leaner, and of course a few more scars added to the collection.

"What do you think of it?" Vaylin grinned. "Figured if we were going to spar, might as well have it in my own training room."

[member="Jorryn Fordyce"]​

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

A joint silently snapped as Jorryn finished pulling her elbow over her head, a quick snippet of pain before she placed a hand on her traps and began rotating her shoulder to loosen it up even more, her attention being pulled away from her warm-up as her opponent walked into the room already dressed for the bout.

"It certainly beats training on some cramped academy floor room with a hundred other acolytes," Her crimson eyes turning away from the Zabrak as she looked about the room once again. "I ought to get one myself some time."

[member="Vaylin"] had shown the Echani that one could garner much power and prestige even as a knight, with her own fleet as proof of her feats. Jorryn had just been newly knighted herself, so she hardly assumed anything about gaining a fleet of her own yet. However that didn't stop her from dreaming up names for her cruisers and how big the training room would be.

Having a standard to compete against simply made her grin.

Her eyes turned back towards the Zabrak as the Inquisitor began to measure up her opponent, wondering how Vaylin had changed since they last sparred. The easiest change to note was the addition of a few more scars that mapped the Valkyrie's body, it showed that she did indeed pay her dues for what she now had.

"Got a few more nicks have you?" Jorryn said as she weaved herself around to the side of the Zabrak's profile. "Well you won't have to worry about getting any tonight, I don't plan on biting. Much."

The Inquisitor teased her friend as she fell back in front of the girl, this time noticing that Vaylin had managed to slim down somewhat while retaining her proper physique. Her jet black hair had also grown along with her, stretching down her back a bit further than it had used to.

By comparison, Jorryn hadn't changed too significantly. Despite the heavy amounts of paperwork she had to fill out, the Echani still managed to hold onto her defined physique. She had a more slender build, not muscular though it was clear that the girl was in shape. Her hair a bit longer, most of it kept loose aside from a braid tied around the back to keep the hair out of her face.

No new marking fortunately enough for her either, just the one across the small of her back that was left visible by her outfit. Despite her appreciation for scars, she had always thought they looked much better on others instead of marring her skin.

She backed away from the Zabrak as she made her way to the main fighting circle, dragging her feet against the floor to get a feel for the grip.

"I understand that this is your ship and all," The words coming out in a sing-song voice as she turned back to face her opponent, as her ruby lips curled into a smile. "But unfortunately I rather feel like winning these days."

 

[Vaylin]

The memory of that time on Bastion brought a smile to Vaylin's face. She remembered that occasion fondly, as the first time she had met [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] and found an equal when it came to sparring. A near perfect blend of competitive edge, but keeping it fun and enjoyable at the same time.

"Oh, I remember that well. Was quite fun knocking a few of the younger Acolytes down a couple pegs." A number of which certainly needed it at the time. "We certainly put on a show after our individual bouts were over."

Vaylin began to do her own stretches; having done a couple before leaving her quarters, and now finishing up what she hadn't managed. She smirked, watching from the corner of her eye as Jorryn circled around her, taking in her form.

"A few, spent the past couple months chasing down Rebels and Jedi, a few of which were particularly nasty." The Zabrak caught sight of Jorryn's own, stretching across the woman's lower back. Much like the Echani, Vaylin liked the look of scars on others, particularly if she could learn the story behind them. Although unlike her, the Zabrak was proud of the ones that marked her own skin. "It's good to see being sat behind a desk hasn't detracted from your physique." Vaylin grinned, a playful glint in her eye as she watched Jorryn get into position.

Wasn't like Vaylin had been spending the past several hours doing the exact same thing. No, not at all...

But Jorryn didn't need to know that.

"Oh, confident are we?" Vaylin couldn't help but grin in response, excitement already building up within. "Any stipulations you want to apply?"

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

"Well fortunately, we don't seem to be running out of rebels or Jedi anytime soon." The Inquisitor half jested as she continued dragging her feet around in patterns near the battle ring. "Plenty of time for you to add more."

The grin already on Jorryn's lips began to grow as the Zabrak remarked about her physique, joyfully flexing her bicep at her companion.

"Unfortunately I'm pretty sure being an out of shape Echani is illegal," She joked as she fell back to a resting position. "I'd probably have some secret Eshan force come for me in the middle of the night."

"You're looking good yourself," The Echani muttered as she more obviously took in the full view of her fellow Valkyrie's body, admiring her own physique. "I can see the life of a commander fits you well."

Jorryn had a longing to go out in the field more often, recent experiences giving her more exposure outside of her duties as an Inquisitor. She was admittedly jealous of the more proactive role that [member="Vaylin"] had been able to take in the growth of the Empire, compared to her more behind the scenes activities. Still, the Echani knew that her missions had purpose, and growth in the Inquisition would pay off in the end.

"Confidence is key." A gleam in her crimson eyes as she smirked up towards the Zabrak, as she begun wrapping black tape tightly around her knuckles.

"And no stipulations," The black tape pulling tighter against her hands, finishing them up as she left some loose. "Wrestling you is no fun if you're holding back."

The Echani kicked her leg back as she reached down to continue stretching it, before smacking a fist into her open hand. There was no reason to waste time on casual discussion when the pair could communicate through a more honoured tradition, plus Jorryn had been a bit more eager than normal to begin. None of the other Inquisitor's offered a proper equal to her in combat, so she hadn't had a good sparring session in a long time. Let alone someone Jorryn... admired as much as Vaylin.

"I'm ready when you are, my Lady." The words pouring out in a playful mock. "Let's see what those Jedi and Rebels had to deal with."

 

[Vaylin]

"Of that, I have no doubt." Although Vaylin did make it a point to try and not get any wounds if she could help it. Force knows her body would be absolutely covered in scars.

The Valkyrie chuckled as Jorryn's comment about Echani. It was very true, as she couldn't think of any instance where she had come across one that wasn't extremely fit and ready to kick ass. Vaylin grinned at the compliment, knowing full well what exactly had caught her eye.

"What can I say? Wrangling an entire ship's crew is a decent workout." And a source of many headaches when she was first getting use to the job. "You should stick around sometime, I'd never say no that having you tag along for a mission or two."

While Vaylin wasn't completely versed with the Inquisition matters, she was aware that their focus was a lot more within the Empire than outside like the Valkyries. And she knew Jorryn enough that such a thing was probably driving her crazy, not being able to explore outside of the Empire's borders.

And she knew that simply because Vaylin knew she'd be the exact same.

"But overconfidence can be your downfall." She teased back, matching Jorryn's gleam with one of her own; filled with excitement and competitiveness. Vaylin took the tape after the Echani was finished, mimicking her opponent's actions. It was something she hadn't done for their first duel; Vaylin having been more use to keeping her fists uncovered. But she certainly learned the benefits during and after their first spar.

"So, first one to get a forfeit out of the other wins?" All Vaylin got in response was a nod, meaning the time for words was other. It was something she admired about Jorryn and the Echani in general she supposed. That they could communicate through the art of fighting...which Vaylin often did when facing against someone. Albeit this spar was on much more friendly terms.

Vaylin began to circe along the main fighting ring, eyes never leaving Jorryn's form as she mirrored the Echani's pace. She was reminded of their previous spars, and how Vaylin had never made the opening move. Always the one to draw it from her opponent instead, but not this time...

The Zabrak suddenly paused, slipping into a stance before she shortened the gap and went in for a short jab.

[member="Jorryn Fordyce"]​

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

Unlike last time the battle was off to a fast start, [member="Vaylin"] showing off some of the aggression that Jorryn assumed got her to where she stood now. It caught the Echani off-guard somewhat, but not enough for a proper strike to land. She had been hoping to start off a bit slower, but it was plain that her opponent didn't feel that way.

So the Inquisitor had to respond in full.

A smirk parted in her lips as the Knight threw her head backwards, the Zabrak's fist brushing in a near miss. A good fight had never failed to excite the Echani, her heart racing as she paced her right foot back and planted it to follow her shoulders. Normally Jorryn would simply play it defensively, but it would be unflattering to not return her fellow Valkyrie's aggression.

Instead, the Inquisitor twisted her left foot into place as she began to contort her body. Her right foot lifted off of the ground as Jorryn began a short spin, bringing her leg around as she aimed to kick for the Zabrak's head. Though it would be a shame to bruise a face as nice to look at as Vaylin's, the Echani didn't come here to hold back.

 

[Vaylin]

While Vaylin's past had been left in the ashes of her burned down home, she wasn't arrogant enough to not accept her mother played a significant part in her life. More of a slave master than a mother, but she had thrown Vaylin into training at a very early age, learning how to fight with her bare hands.

Of course though, many years had passed since and the Zabrak had learned a lot more than her mother could ever have teach her. Enough so that she was able to spar against an Echani and not get her arse completely kicked by the end of it.

In their previous bouts Vaylin had played it a lot more defensively. An error on her part as it became apparent Jorryn was able to get the advantage over her as the spar drew on. But over the course of them all, the Zabrak had learned how to adapt and surprise her opponent.

Cue her sudden attack to kick off the latest spar.

Vaylin knew her initial jab wasn't going to land, so the moment it brushed past Jorryn's head, the Zabrak began to pull it back. Her eyes were on Jorryn's form, catching the moment as the Echani shifted her left foot into position. Vaylin immediately slid her feet along the ground, pushing her body down into a duck as Jorryn's kick went soaring over her head.

But the Zabrak wasn't one to let the momentum dip a single inch.

With her much lower form, Vaylin pivoted her body into a spin, kicking out her right leg in a low sweep for [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]'s leg.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

The move wasn't too well thought through, a realization that came to the Echani as she saw her opponent duck the attack. Jorryn had just assumed that [member="Vaylin"] would block the strike and try a counter-attack, something that Jorryn could use to grapple her opponent. Unfortunately she assumed that the Zabrak had become a more straightforward fighter like many of her kind.

The silver haired Sith realized that mistake as the momentum dragged her right leg clean over her fellow Valkyrie's head, almost scraping the horns that dawned Vaylin's head.

The Zabrak's leg kicked out too fast for Jorryn to replant her foot, the momentum of the whiffed kick still throwing her off balance. And so the blow connected true against the back of the Echani's only standing leg, pulling it out from beneath her. The Inquisitor threw her hands behind her head as she fell backwards, refusing the embarrassment of immediately getting knocked clean to the floor.

Her arms slammed into the floor behind her head, stopping most of the momentum before she began to spin on her shoulder to a kneeling position. A few strands of her pale hair now lay in front of her face, the style she had it in falling apart faster than she had wished it to.

"Well then." The words coming out between heavy breaths as she pulled the hair back behind her ears, nothing to follow them aside from her raising back to a stance.

The ruby lips stayed in a grin as she retook her stance, conceding the first strike to her opponent. All that mattered was she refused to give up in this battle.

The Inquisitor decided to throw the first strike this time around, a simple hook aimed at the left shoulder of the opponent. It mattered little if the strike connected, Jorryn was just attempting to control the movement of Vaylin. The Echani hoped that she could close the position between them and use her nimbleness to overcome the size difference between them, using her grappling instead of focusing on strikes against the Zabrak.

 

[Vaylin]

There was no removing the grin from Vaylin's face, watching as her sweep connected with [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]'s leg, knocking the Echani down. It was the first time she had managed such a thing; in such quick succession, ever since they had begin their occasional sparring sessions. A point of victory for the Zabrak, for both the match and personally.

She chuckled at Jorryn's words, stepping away to reset the stage as it were. Vaylin bounced on her feet a bit, clearly relishing her victory. Although once the Echani was ready for round two, the Zabrak became serious and focused again.

It was time for the mind games. Vaylin had played her first trick, but now she knew Jorryn would be watching for any repeats. You can only surprise someone once, especially when sparring against an Echani.

Vaylin kept her eyes on Jorryn as they began to circle around again. She raised her arms up into a mid stance, keeping it a mystery whether she was going to go for a strike or a grapple. The Zabrak waited for Jorryn to make the first move, knowing she'd have better luck if her opponent wasn't on the defence.

So when the Echani struck out with a hook towards her shoulder, Vaylin moved in for a grapple. But she was forced to abandon it in favour of dodging the attack. It wasn't until the last moment that Vaylin realized the hook wasn't Jorryn's target, and the Zabrak attempted to sidestep out of the way.

But the momentum wasn't in her favour, and her attempted evasion was too slow.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

As much as the Echani wanted to smirk when [member="Vaylin"] moved the way she wanted, Jorryn's gap to move in wasn't long enough to be playful about the move. Her opponent was just as skilled as Jorryn was, likely moreso given how far the Zabrak had come in such a short time. The Inquisitor's paperwork had been fighting against her training regime and, as much as she loved fighting, sometimes in was nicer to go and crash at her apartment instead of keeping her routine.

It was fortunate at all that Jorryn had seen much fighting at the frontier, brushing her dulled killer instinct back up. It was thanks to those few battles that the Echani could now focus on what needed to be done, quickly sliding her left foot forwards as she tried to weave it in between the Zabrak's as she backed off.

In just as smooth a motion the Inquisitor threw herself forward towards Vaylin's other shoulder, attempting to wrap it over her own shoulder. And just as quickly as the Valkyrie charged in, she swapped her momentum back towards the other direction.

The Zabrak was certainly bigger than Jorryn and the leg she needed most still throbbed with pain from the earlier strike, but the Echani still attempting to lift her opponent. Throwing her hip out to the side, she hoped to drag Vaylin over it. The positioning of her left leg between her fellow Vakyrie's hoping to throw her off base so that Jorr could avoid matching strength against strength, instead trying to use herself as a base to slam her opponent into the floor.

 

[Vaylin]

A lesson Vaylin had learned at a very early age, was the fact time was not something you could afford in a duel; or a spar in this instance. Especially when it was more intimate, slow paced and methodical fight.

Once you were in the thick of things, taking a second too long to react could potentially result in a serious injury or even death. And while the latter was certainly not a factor to worry about here, Vaylin's adrenaline and instincts kicked in all the same.

She attempted to make herself difficult to budge, push her weight down towards the floor as [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] tried to lift her up.

Unfortunately for the Zabrak however, her earlier momentum was working against her. Vaylin had lifted her leg up, using the other to pivot in an attempt to evade her opponent's grapple, but the Echani was quicker.

With only one foot solidly planted on the ground, Vaylin was easily lifted up off the ground allowing Jorryn to slam her over onto the ground. The Zabrak's back slamming into the mat with a hefty thud.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

It was only with the slam against the ground that the Echani would finally allow her stern look to change into a grin, smiling gleefully that she had managed to tie the pair back up. They were still evenly matched, but at the level the two trained it was a matter of who could manage to get the most out of the other. Jorryn and her opponent would both be looking for opportunistic strikes, their guards more fluid so that neither could be caught like they had been.

Raising herself once more to stand over her opponent, her smirk grew even wider as she looked down at the Zabrak. Even if the pair were friends, irritating your enemy into making a mistake was never a bad strategy. One that Jorryn had both used and had had used against her.

"You look amazing lying on the floor like that." The glee in her voice pouring like sap from a tree, once more exaggeratedly looking over [member="Vaylin"]'s figure. "Would you like a hand up, My lady?"

Her pale hand reached out downwards towards the Zabrak, the playfulness in her actions going a bit further than what could be considered sportsmanlike. Not for a second, however, did she expect the gesture to be taken honestly. Jorryn's feet were planted into the ground as she leaned forward, ready for her fellow Valkyrie to launch a counter-attack of her own if she did grab the Inquisitor's hand.

The Silver-haired Sith couldn't let her guard down against her opponent, and even though she girded herself it was clear that Vaylin was the more physically strong between the pair. As much as she prepared, it would only be of value if her opponent took the gesture without putting her all in it. And that was only if the Zabrak took her hand.

 

[Vaylin]

Vaylin groaned as she laid flat against the mat, eyes staring up at the ceiling as she tried to regain her breath. Her view was soon interrupt by [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] leaning over her, a few strands of white hair falling as the woman smirked down at her.

The Zabrak let out an amused snort, chuckling.

"Well played." She wasn't going to take the bait, maybe if this spar had happened when Vaylin was an acolyte, when she was more than likely to lash out blindly.

Instead; and maybe surprisingly so to Jorryn, the Zabrak accepted her hand and offer to help her up. Seemingly honest in nature, Vaylin's body was loose and lacking any tension, her free arm reaching behind herself to rub her aching back.

She had previously set the tone for their spar. Rather than immediately taking advantage of Jorryn's knock down before, Vaylin had stepped back and allowed for the stage to be reset; a new round to commence. Nothing really out of the ordinary between two friends sparring, but it wasn't something expected from Sith.

Something you should never expect from someone like Vaylin.

The moment her feet were firmly planted on the floor, the Zabrak's body immediately tensed and she lurched forwards. Letting go of Jorryn's hand, Vaylin quickly darted around the Echani's side so she was behind the woman. From that position, she kicked at Jorryn's already bruised leg, only putting enough force behind it to knock her off balance. Vaylin quickly snaked her arms under Jorryn's, forcing them up until the Zabrak could lock her fingers against the back of her opponent's neck.

And their close proximity allowed Vaylin to bring her lips to Jorryn's ear.

Between them they had dealt punches and kicks, attempted grapples and successful throws. But now Vaylin was going to repurpose something she often utilized during her duties as a Valkyrie.

"Submit."

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

The Inquisitor's smile turned with a bit of sincerity as the Zabrak decided to take her hand to raise herself, despite the gesture dripping with falseness. Still it was nice to feel the warmth of Vaylin outside of the spar, if even just for a small moment. So she centered herself and readied her strike, not allowing the fleeting sense of bliss to distract her.

But it seemed that strength wasn't the only thing that [member="Vaylin"] had approved upon in their times apart, the nimbleness and speed that Jorryn thought herself to have in spades was quickly return against her as soon as the Zabrak raised. The Echani had planned to simply take control of her opponents once more and throw her to the other side, but her fellow Valkyrie managed to slip away from her grasp faster than she hoped.

The Inquisitor shifted around quickly to follow the figure of the Zabrak, focusing too much on the hope that she would go for a strike or grapple immediately. The over-preparedness would cost her.

Another swift kick to Jorryn's damaged leg prevented her from properly following Vaylin, her hand instinctively dropping down to grab her calf as the Zabrak positioned herself. And just as quick as she moved behind the Echani, the Zabrak was now able to hook her appendages under the Inquisitor's arms in her broken guard.

Trying to resist the raven haired girl's attempts to weave her fingers behind the Silver-haired Sith's neck was hopeless, barely managing to flex her arms before the lock was sealed.

She tried to fight back as much as she could, pressing her arms down to create some separation. Unfortunately the size advantage that Vaylin has compared to the Knight began to show. As the Echani struggled, her fellow Valkyrie began to show her the tools of their trade.

"Submit."

The Zabrak's lips pressed right up next to Jorryn's ear, the warmth of her breath passing over them like the morning dawn. The combination of that and Vaylin's very intimate hold and words began to distract the Echani, her thoughts wandering a bit more than they should mid-battle. Blood came from her lip as she bit down on it to solve the multiple types of frustration that she had to begun to feel.

"I would love to, dear." The resolve in her voice beginning to pick up. "Unfortunately losing doesn't fit me as well as you might think."

As quickly as she could, Jorryn pressed her head rapidly forward and slammed it backwards into her opponents. It was a dirtier move, but there were few other options for her to get away from the Zabrak. So she went with the one free appendage that she had left.

If it managed to work then the Echani would hopefully regain her standing and turn to begin trying to wrestle the Zabrak down, interweaving their fingers in an attempt to force her fellow Valkyrie down. Vaylin had strength, but hopefully having her head hit that hard would be able to even the playing field.

Jorr just hoped that she didn't damaged her friend's pretty face.

 

[Vaylin]

Toying with her opponents was something Vaylin enjoyed greatly. Although they were rarely ever as intimate like right now with [member="Jorryn Fordyce"]. She was utilizing the mutual attraction the two had for one another, to try and get an edge of her opponent.

It would've surprised the Zabrak if she had submitted then and there, but did catch the hesitation it caused. The struggle faltering ever slightly, a physical sign that Vaylin's words and actions were messing with Jorryn's mind.

But before she could take advantage of it, the Echani's resolve kicked back into gear.

Reading your opponent's moves was a key component to any fight. Especially when it came to spars where it was a lot less chaotic and much easier to anticipate the next move. In Vaylin's mind, she knew Jorryn had limited options to get free. Use a leg to kick, hoping to knock her off balance. Or use her weight to try and throw the Zabrak onto the mat. But Vaylin knew neither were available for her opponent, with one leg already weakened and not having the weight advantage for the latter.

Which meant there was only one other option...

Vaylin quickly turned her head to the side, ensuring Jorryn's headbutt slammed into her cheek instead. She was no stranger to pain, but she'd much rather take the bruise there than potentially having her nose broken.

The Zabrak let out an audible curse, her hold on Jorryn breaking as she stumbled backwards. Dazed, Vaylin was just barely able to intercept her opponent's move as she went in for a grapple. Fingers interweaving as they entered a contest of strength. And while Vaylin had that advantage over Jorryn in that department, the Echani had taken full advantage of her current state.

She attempted to dig her feet into the mat, but miscalculated just how close to the edge they had gotten. And as Vaylin tried to re-position her feet, her left foot slipped over the mat's edge.

 

[Adriana Fortemps]

The pain surged through the back of the Echani's head as the move connected with her opponents cheek, though softened more than she thought it would be as it connected to the Zabrak's cheek. The grip of the pain drifted as soon as Jorryn felt her opponent's grip around her loosen, moving quickly to break free of the nelson as [member="Vaylin"] stumbled a bit backwards.

There was only a small window of opportunity for her to gain an advantage, quickly turning around and locking hands as her fellow Valkyrie was regaining her footing. It was clear which of them was physically stronger, but as the Zabrak's foot came off the mat it was difficult for the Silver-haired Sith to not crack a grin.

Once more with a sudden shift in momentum, Jorryn pulled the girl back over her hip once more to bring her to the ground. Unlike last time, however, she followed her opponent on the way down to the ground.

Controlling the movement Jorryn held onto the Zabrak's arms so that she wouldn't fall face first, instead making sure the girl slammed to the floor on her back. Wasting no time the Inquisitor's hand made a quick slip from her opponent's fingers to her wrists, pinning them to the mat as soon as the pair hit the floor.

All of a sudden the pacing of their spar slowed down to a crawl, the Echani sat on Vaylin's abdomen as strands of her silver hair dangled from her face over her partner. Jorryn's took a pause to slow her ragged breathing, her ruby lips parting into a wide smile as she stood on her opponent.

Now it was time for the Echani to take a page from the girls' Valkyries lessons.

The Inquisitor slowly slid down her opponent's body, lowering her head towards the Zabrak's as she stopped to rest in the girl's lap. Her grip didn't loosen as she pressed her lips against her fellow Valkyrie's ear, leaving a stain of the lipstick that she worse.

"Now I think it's your turn to submit."

The Silver-haired Sith's heart began to race as she raised her head, her eyes now filled with playfulness instead of the intensity needed in a fight. Jorryn bit down on her lip as she stared at the Zabrak, a different kind of passion beginning to gleam in her amber eyes.

 

[Vaylin]

Vaylin cursed as she felt her foot slip off the mat, knowing all to well that it was an opening [member="Jorryn Fordyce"] was going to exploit, and there was little the Zabrak could do. She had focused on her opponent too much, and not paying more attention to where her position was on the floor.

It was a flaw she'd have to correct the next time they sparred, but for now Vaylin braced for the impact as he back slammed into the mat for a second time.

A groan escaped her lips, eyes closed as she tried to catch her breath. Then she felt the weight atop her shift, enough that Vaylin could feel the Echani's warm breath against her ear. She couldn't help but mentally chuckle at her own tactic used against her.

Not that Vaylin was going to complain about it.

She opened her eyes, staring up at Jorryn as she looked down at her again. Vaylin already knew her arms were restrained, so she tried to wiggle a bit only to find her legs were also being held down. The Zabrak cursed again, trying to work out a way out of this, but there was nothing.

Or well, not entirely anyway. She could repay the previous headbutt with one of her own, hopefully daze Jorryn enough. But then Vaylin didn't want to damage her opponent's face, even if she did want to wipe away that smirk that was there initially. But that was soon replaced with something else, something the Zabrak recognized all to well.

Force be damned. There'd be other opportunities to kick Jorryn's arse.

Vaylin grinned up at her opponent, deliberating shifting her body beneath the Echani before she lifted her head up enough to kiss her.