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[Fedrig]

Nar Shaddaa, it was home to many smugglers, gangs, bounty hunters and even refugees. It was also becoming a home to Fedrig, the number of cantinas that were also infinite and that fact alone suited Fedrig find. He could walk from one to another with great ease. Even if he was banned from several, there would be more than enough ones that he wasn't missing out. Though the twi'leks weren't always the prettiest ones, they were still enough to give him a smile at the end of the night.

Stumbling down the streets, he felt his datapad vibrate with a new contact. Seemed to be a female, requesting training. Not his most bizarre contract but not the standard poodoo that he would receive either. The text was mostly blurred and he couldn't be bothered to properly concentrate on it all, he hit accept and decided to read it in the morning. Couldn't be that bad and training people was easy money in his mind, everyone can be trained to fight.

Thinking he might need to be up early to give the contract a proper read, Fedrig was about to turn around and head to his bed, but there was a new cantina openings. Free drinks, temptation he could not refuse. So he stumbled into the cantina and to the bar, the night was young and a few free drinks wouldn't hurt.

That was, it wouldn't hurt till he woke up. It was the hangover from hell, he couldn't see straight for several minutes as he tried adjusting to the light of the room. Once he could see, he threw up heavily then drank the water he found. He was not in his room but the bathroom. Seemed he made it that far, the night was gone after the first drink in the new cantina. He opened his datapad and read the contract. Nothing seemed fishy about the job, just that the meet up started in a few minutes. He was still dressed from the night before and he got up slowly, still intoxicated from the night before.

By the time he arrived at the meet up with the woman, he was twenty minutes late, he stunk of booze and his clothes were wrinkled mess. His beard was wiry and his bloodshot eyes ruined the beauty of his blue irises. Hi, Fedrig. Apologies on my tardiness. You are?

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro's master was away again, this time for an extended mission. He had yet to allow her to leave on her own mission as of yet and she was starting to get a bit of cabin fever. Hoping to return to the castle before he got back, she had made contact with Fedrig via a number she had found when looking up information on hand to hand training. This was an area she lacked knowledge and it might come in handy someday.

She had sent a message requesting a meeting for training and agreed on the contract that had been presented to her. A price was set, location and time were agreed on and she showed up on Nar Shadda.

Having a difficult deciding what to wear out of her two most common outfits, Zesiro decided to go with her favorite. The lace up top, pants and boots. Wearing a cloak over it did prevent most people from seeing what it actually looked like. In combat, she was more comfortable in it than her assassin clothes and without the mask, she could see easier.

Arriving at the agreed upon meeting place, it looked like a derelict warehouse and she wondered if she had the wrong place. There was no mistake though, it was correct, but her contact wasn't there. She waited for him to show up and about twenty minutes or so after he should have been there, he showed up.

Knowing appearances could be deceiving, she watched as what appeared to be a man hung over walked up and introduced himself as her contact and trainer. He apologized for being late and asked her name.

"Zesiro. And are you up for this? Nice to meet you though."

[member="Fedrig"]

 

[Fedrig]

Fedrig nodded his head when she asked if he was up for the training. Seeing her in her outfit made him blink himself into alertness, she was very attractive and seemed to know that fact well. Fedrig was wearing simple combat boots and trousers with a loose shirt, his attire stated military in look but the roughness of his appearance showed that he was no soldier for any faction. Benefit of being a freelance merc was that he didn't have to report to higher ups and have them tell him not to drink anymore.

Eyeing her up for size and possible threats she could pose in combat, he wondered why she was in need of a trainer. She seemed in shape and well balanced to be a decent fighter, perhaps she had spent her youth learning other arts. His voice was gruff and croaky, sore from his several vomits. We'll start with a quick spar. Show me what you can do right now, then I can decide where to guide you in training. Fedrig decided it was best to see what her skills lied and the quick spar could help him get more sober to clear his head and focus on teaching.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro only returned Fedrig's nod when she asked if he was up for training her. When he did actually get a clearer look at her, he blinked his eyes a couple of times and became more alert. Having to hide a little smirk, she pretended to have an itch on the side of her face. The feeling passed and she lowered her hand.

Walking into the warehouse, he watched her with a good eye. She moved with a natural seductive grace that would never go away even if she tried, so she didn't. It was especially apparent in the clothes she was wearing. It felt good to be out of the assassin garb she wore around her master.

He spoke with a gruff voice and maybe had a sore throat, saying they would have a small spar where he could know what knowledge she did already have. The last time she had done something like this was over a year ago and she had been beaten by the man she fought. She would have to contact him and see about another meeting.

"Alright, but it's not much."

Getting into what was for her a comfortable fighting stance, she stood with her left foot pointing forward and her right foot behind at an angle.

[member="Fedrig"]

 

[Fedrig]

Fedrig noted the seductive way that she moved, it was intriguing and he could not contain the smirk he had when watching her. He didn't catch her smirk however, if he were completely sober then he would have stood a much better chance. Then again, if he were completely sober he would have stood a better chance in many things. Watching her go into her fighting stance, he understood why she stated she didn't have much in the way of fighting skills. Her stance wasn't the best of stances but that didn't matter, he knew there would be much to teach her from the start. It was why he as here really.

Rolled his head, his neck clicking a few Fedrig prepared himself for fighting. Fists raised up, he launched himself into the fight. His left fist feinting to the side of her head, close enough to make her flinch but wouldn't actually hit unless she wandered into the punch. Right fist was the one she should have been watching, it came up in an upward hook fashion. The aim was to knock the wind out of her, the hit would hit squarely on her diaphragm if it landed true to his aim, also avoid damaging her ribs and possibly breaking them.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Fedrig did not know Zesiro could use the Force and she kept that from him. It was what she did in her fight against the other man. She had a purpose to wanting to learn how to fight without the Force. If people expected her fight with the Force, then they would not expect a punch or kick from her. It was just one more tool in an arsenal of weapons.

One thing Zesiro had picked up was how to read body language. Her blue eyes watched Fedrig's shoulders and she saw the hit coming from her right and brought her right arm up to block it. Too late she saw the hit aimed for her stomach and got the wind knocked out of her.

"Ooofff."

She took a step back and rubbed at her diaphragm.

"Nice one."

[member="Fedrig"]

 

[Fedrig]

Fedrig felt his fist sink into the diaphragm of the woman. She gave him a compliment afterwards, to which he gave a coy wink to her in return. His body then flung back into action, leaping forward he launching a kick to her chest and landed firmly. Combat was drilled into his genes as he threw punches hard and fast, moving his body around to attack her at different angles. His aims were to her chest mostly, a few to her head though he didn't want to cause her much damage in that area.

His attacks halted as he took a deep breath, looking at her afterwards. Exhaustion was coming to him quickly as he had spent energy little that he had on attacking first and not being reserved. Now he was on the back foot, defence as he held his arms up and stayed his guard. Looking at her, Show me what you got then girl. He gave a coy smile to her and a wide grin.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

The man winked at her words to him and he didn't give Zesiro much time to recover before going in for more attacks. None were damaging or killing shots, more aimed at her chest, probably to test her reflexes. A few were aimed at her head which those, she avoided these pretty easily by either blocking, ducking or moving out of the way.

The punches that came at different angles though did connect with her grunting each time. She would have to pay more attention to her sides.

When he was done, Fedrig took a deep breath after expending much of his energy in own attacks. He now got on the defensive and told Zesiro to show him what she knew. He did this with what started as a coy smile turned into a wide grin.

"Alright. It's not much."

Careful of showing off which side she was going to hit with, Zesiro held the same position as she started in.

Her first move was a quick jab of her left for his upper sternum followed by a low kick aimed at his right leg with her right leg.

[member="Fedrig"]

 

[Fedrig]

If it were not for his drinking, he would have been able to take Zesiro down and pin her from the punch alone. To him, he could tell what her actions were, her eyes gave away what her body tried to hide. Sadly, his reaction time was severely hindered by his drinking so his parry to her punch was slower than he wanted, meaning her kick was on its way to him by the time he had shifted her arm away from his body. In order to lessen the kick's damage to him, he went for a riskier strategy. He raised his leg and connected his shin with hers. The pain would be on them both but better than it just being on him.

As their shins connected, he grunted hard. It as not a pleasant feeling, he was thankful that his heavy drinking had dulled the pain because hitting shin to shin was a damn pain at times. Could feel like you broken the bone or damaged it bad enough that it would be hard to focus on the fight. He was hoping that would be her situation as he flung forwards with the aim of tackling her to the ground. If connected and she was down, he straddle her waist with a hand on her throat and a raised fist. Hoping that would be the end of the sparring and with a much better understanding of where they stood.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Fedrig was able to deflect the jab Zesiro sent to his chest. Her kick though, he brought up his own leg to use as a block for it. The pain of the connection was surprising and a little bit of a shock. Hopping on one foot, she tried to rub the pain away and found herself tackled to the floor with him on top. His hand held at her throat and other hand raised to strike down. HIs motion stopped at that point and the only sound was their breathing.

Placing a hand on his wrist, Zesiro would attempt to remove it from her neck to take away the feeling that he wanted to choke her. If the hand didn't move soon, she may accidently end up revealing to him she could use the Force. Before she did that, she wanted to know how to fight without it. Maybe then throw it into the mix and see if she performed better.

[member="Fedrig"]

 

[Fedrig]

He felt her hand on his wrist. It wasn't enough to pull him off but he could see a fear in her eyes, releasing her throat and slammed his fist hard into the ground next to her face. I won that won. Your fighting isn't good, you don't use your body to your advantage. Fedrig remained straddling her stomach as he looked down at her. I think we shall start with seeing how well you can copy some simple moves I show you. Fedrig jumped up to his feet as he lowered his hand offered to her. If she were to take it then she would be pulled up in close to him.

Fedrig was starting to feel the alcohol leaving his system, this was making him more able to react when normally he was too drunk to. His cheeks flushed as he realised how attractive this woman was, however, she likely did not think him to be attractive in comparison.

[member="Zesiro"]

 

[Zesiro]

Zesiro let out a quick sigh of relief when he let go of her throat, but flinched slightly when he hit the floor next to her head. He stayed on top of her as he spoke and while she wasn't opposed to it as it was rather comfortable, she would rather be on top. He said he had won that and that she didn't use her body to her advantage. Half the time it was her body that got her into situations or out of them, she would have to remember that next time. Then he said they would start with her imitating some simple moves and she was fine with that.

He jumped off her and held a hand down to help her up. Taking the hand, when he pulled her up, they ended up almost nose to nose. Her blue eyes locked onto his and smiled slightly. Fedrig was certainly attractive enough, but that wasn't the purpose of today and she would try to control her urges to follow up on that attraction. Taking a step back, she looked at him from head to toe before speaking.

"Ready when you are, Fedrig."

[member="Fedrig"]

 

[Fedrig]

Fedrig saw the flicker of attraction that hid within her eyes, he gave himself a smirk but thought very little on it. From there he stood opposite Zesiro and performed a basic fighting combination he was taught when he was young in his training. It was a punch, duck, hook, grab the air and knee, take down. He landed on the ground after tackling an invisible enemy. He often found himself when he was young repeating the techniques he learnt till it became second nature, even when fully drunk he could do some serious harm. Just not a lot of people choose to pick a fight with a drunk guy in heavy armour.

I'll repeat it one more time. Pay close attention then you shall do it. He nodded to her as he then punched with his left fist, ducked to the right, then swung his right fist into a hook punch. Grabbing the air with both hands he then launched his right knee into the would-be opponent's gut before swing the right leg around the back of their legs and taking them down. It was a simple move set and it was a test to see how well she would start off like. Footwork was what he wanted to check on. Footwork and making sure she was balanced.

[member="Zesiro"]