Korda the unyielding
The shockwave hit first.
Korda braced instinctively, boots grinding against the floor as the Force roared down the corridor like a pressure front. He resisted the first surge, muscles tightening, stance widening
and then he felt it.
The second pull.
Behind him.
Too late.
The reinforced prison door tore free with a violent shriek of metal. Bolts ripped from stone. Hinges snapped like brittle bone.
Korda began to turn
The door slammed into his back like a crashing landspeeder.
The impact drove him forward and down in a thunderous crash of beskar against durasteel. The floor cracked beneath the combined weight of armored warrior and heavy door as they hit.
For a moment, there was only ringing.
Smoke.
Dust drifting in the flashing red light.
Then the door shifted.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
The heavy slab of metal rose an inch.
Then two.
Then was shoved violently aside as Korda forced it off of him with a guttural exhale. The door scraped across the floor before slamming into the far wall.
He remained on one knee for half a heartbeat.
Then he stood.
A thin line of red slipped from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, glanced at the blood briefly—
and spat it onto the floor.
He rolled one shoulder. The impact had been solid. Good use of terrain.
When he looked back at her, the mocking edge in his eyes had dimmed.
"You fight well," he said evenly.
A slight tilt of his head followed.
"For a rookie."
Not an insult.
An assessment.
The riot continued around them, but neither advanced for a brief second. Even the chaos seemed to recoil from the space between them.
Korda inclined his head properly this time.
A warrior's bow.
Small. Controlled. Real.
"If you wish to set the laws of this duel," he said, voice steady now, less theatrical, "speak them."
He flexed his fingers once, shock gauntlets humming faintly.
"We are enemies."
His red eyes held hers without blinking.
"But this…"
A subtle gesture between them.
"…should remain honorable."
The jaig eyes on his chestplate caught the white glow of her blade.
"No interference. No outside kills in the exchange. Just you and me."
He squared his stance again.
"You pushed a door. I threw a shield."
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Call the terms."
Searal Nis
Siv Kryze
Korda braced instinctively, boots grinding against the floor as the Force roared down the corridor like a pressure front. He resisted the first surge, muscles tightening, stance widening
and then he felt it.
The second pull.
Behind him.
Too late.
The reinforced prison door tore free with a violent shriek of metal. Bolts ripped from stone. Hinges snapped like brittle bone.
Korda began to turn
The door slammed into his back like a crashing landspeeder.
The impact drove him forward and down in a thunderous crash of beskar against durasteel. The floor cracked beneath the combined weight of armored warrior and heavy door as they hit.
For a moment, there was only ringing.
Smoke.
Dust drifting in the flashing red light.
Then the door shifted.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
The heavy slab of metal rose an inch.
Then two.
Then was shoved violently aside as Korda forced it off of him with a guttural exhale. The door scraped across the floor before slamming into the far wall.
He remained on one knee for half a heartbeat.
Then he stood.
A thin line of red slipped from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it away with the back of his hand, glanced at the blood briefly—
and spat it onto the floor.
He rolled one shoulder. The impact had been solid. Good use of terrain.
When he looked back at her, the mocking edge in his eyes had dimmed.
"You fight well," he said evenly.
A slight tilt of his head followed.
"For a rookie."
Not an insult.
An assessment.
The riot continued around them, but neither advanced for a brief second. Even the chaos seemed to recoil from the space between them.
Korda inclined his head properly this time.
A warrior's bow.
Small. Controlled. Real.
"If you wish to set the laws of this duel," he said, voice steady now, less theatrical, "speak them."
He flexed his fingers once, shock gauntlets humming faintly.
"We are enemies."
His red eyes held hers without blinking.
"But this…"
A subtle gesture between them.
"…should remain honorable."
The jaig eyes on his chestplate caught the white glow of her blade.
"No interference. No outside kills in the exchange. Just you and me."
He squared his stance again.
"You pushed a door. I threw a shield."
A faint smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Call the terms."
Searal Nis
Siv Kryze
