Private Crashout

[Nami Perl]

The beauty of the world was in its locations. From the neon-soaked bustle of the trade district to the old district with its classic buildings marked only by the sudden heavy silence of stone. Here, the planet's history of battles and resistance lay in forgotten sunken courtyards and weathered pillars that had stood long before the modern building spires were built. A thick, low-hanging mist clung to the ground, swirling around the bases of headless statues that seemed to watch the streets with hollowed eyes. In the center of the district lay the a wide, circular arena of cracked marble, open to the dark sky above. The ambient hum of the city's traffic was a distant, ghost-like murmur, easily drowned out by the sound of a single footfall against the grit. There were no witnesses here; no security droids to intervene, and no bystanders to catch a stray bolt or blade.

Name was looking at the danger here. She knew the reports and she had come here well... in disguise. Her skin gleaming a smooth, vibrant pink, her physique was strikingly athletic and toned: broad, defined shoulders tapering to powerful arms with visible muscle definition; a full, rounded bust accentuated by her posture; a chiseled midriff revealing sharp abdominal muscles and a narrow waist; strong, curvaceous hips; and thick, sculpted thighs that convey both strength and sensuality. She stoods confidently exuding poise and was looking around. The breeze making her long, wavy hair cascade in soft pink waves past her shoulders, framing a beautiful face with high cheekbones, full pink lips, and piercing light blue-green eyes that draw immediate attention and showed she was only half zeltron... but half in all the good ways.

Her outfit was minimal and form-fitting, highlighting her figure and vulnerability for the disguise: a sleek white sports bra-style crop top that provides support while exposing her toned torso, paired with high-waisted white micro-shorts that hug her hips and thighs snugly. A prominent black emblem resembling a stylized Jedi symbol adorned the front of the shorts at the waistband. Though most weren't looking there to notice it.... let alone knew right off the bat what it was and meant. The air in the plaza felt different charged and stagnant all at once. As the the ruins provided a dozen vantage points of broken stone and jagged archways, but the center of the court was clear, waiting for the first sign of a threat. The world was still waking but she could see much more of it now.

Malyssa moddol

 

[Malyssa moddol]

Nami Perl

Malyssa strode along the grounds her darker skin was a sight unusual to most on the planet as she walked through neon lit streets. Into the silent embrace of stone buildings and temples as she walked through the fog her tight black leggings formed around her tight muscular legs and toned butt. As she walked through the mist and fog of the area she wore a black crop top that held her large bust in place. And showed her muscular abs and arms her purple hair tied into a long braid that whent down to the middle of her back.

Allowing her to move without worrying about her hair at all the air was too quiet for the half zeltron half echani woman. She got a sense that there was danger in the air although she couldn't see her enemy right away as the half zeltron walked she soon found herself standing several feet from a zeltron looking woman. She could sense the lightside coming from her "why do I have to fight a woman of such beauty its too bad" she said.

As she took the traditional opening form for Teräs Käsi she studied the womans form and her physique as the dark-skinned woman smirked. As she prepared to strike her muscular physique and broader shoulders looked like they could deliver power behind their blows as she charged in with great speed augmented by the force. She swung a test blow at nami's head that would hit like a blacksmith hammering iron before she swung two more attacks one at nami's stomach the other at one of the pink woman's shoulder each one fast but strong.

 

[Nami Perl]

Malyssa moddol

The air hissed where the stranger's knuckles passed, the sheer force of the steel hand strikes vibrating in Nami's chest. To the Jedi part of herr the force was screaming danger... to the zeltron she could feel the woman, this wasn't just a physical assault it was a comiination to her mind and body... but the blood would get pumping. The dark skinned woman's muscular frame moved with the predatory efficiency of a lethal echani duelist skill and group she knew that lived to read their opponents through the language of conflict. Paired with their empathy the emotions could become a storm. But Nami's dialect was one of fluid, deceptive motion of a daancer. She had been trained even if she had hated it.

As the heavy blow aimed for her shoulder was deflected by her palm, Nami didn't rest orr fall into a static stance. Instead, she let the momentum of her opponent's own power carry her into a low, inverted spin. Her toe being used for the moment as herr leg began to come around. Her palms slapped the grit-covered marble, her white micro-shorts flashing in the dim light as she whipped her sculpted leg into a rhythmic, swaying lower angle spin kick. She felt the stranger's presence a jagged, hot spike in the force. The woman wanted a solid target to break, but Nami was going to give her only shadows and shifting weight, a combat-dance designed to confound even the most disciplined fighter.

Staying low to the ground in a compressed lunge, Nami suddenly exploded upward. It wasn't a direct charge, but a spiraling, acrobatic leap a force augmented spiral that turned her body into a pink-and-white blur. A second kick coming as her body was suspended for a moment mid-flight, her silhouette framed against the headless statues and the skies, Nami's powerful thigh chambered for a strike. She slapped her hand to the marble ground a spinning bird kick delivered while inverted and supporting her weight on one hand, aiming for the side of the woman's head. But even as the kick whistled through the mist, Nami was already prepping her next movement. Her fingers narrowed into a rigid pulse of force energies.

Nami didn't wait to see if the blows landed; she was already twisting in mid-air, preparing to roll back into her hypnotic, swaying rhythm, her pink hair trailing behind her like a silken lure. She was prepared for a fight and the acrobatic intent of her strikes was a beginning. She hadn't expected someone let alone to be attacked right away. She offered a smile though on her face for a moment. "Well I wasn't expecting this but alright. Get the blood pumping."

 

[Malyssa moddol]

Nami Perl

Malyssa smiled this would be an interesting fight after all as the half zeltron before her dodged her blows malyssa studied her opponents movements she was definitely studied in martial arts. Malyssa studied her opponents movements as she dodged the first spin kick by inches feeling the power of the acrobatic blow ripple across her skin making her feel enthused about this fight as she was quick on her feet saving energy for a prolonged fight.


As she moved she scanned her opponents movements and felt her emotions through her zeltron physiology figuring that her opponent wanted to keep the sith on her feet malyssa would oblige. As she began moving quickly she did enjoy the way the woman before her moved. And how her body looked but she wouldn't be distracted by that now as she moved in her feet moving quickly as she gave three quick force sped lightning quick jabs each one capable of cracking bone centered on nami's torso two at the chest one at the gut.

She was still studying how her opponent moved as she struck she then not waiting for to see if the jabs connected she gave a kick to her opponents legs strong enough to sweep them out from under nami and if her kick connected she would deliver a powerful hammer blow to her half zeltrons stomach that would put a wookies punch to shame.

 

[Nami Perl]

Malyssa moddol

The air in the courtyard cracked with the sound of Malyssa's jabs each one a precise, lightning-quick piston of force. Nami could feel the woman's enthusiasm through the the force and her senses; it was a hungry, vibrant heat that sought to consume. As the three jabs came in, Nami didn't try to out-punch the woman that would be possible at best she was figuring for a single hit maybe. Instead, she collapsed her posture, her spine becoming as fluid as a whip. She performed quickly twisting her torso in a serpentine rhythm so the first two jabs whistled past her ribs, grazing the white fabric of her top as the sheer force displaced parts of the fabric but finding no solid purchase.

The third jab, aimed at her gut, she caught with a glancing circular parry, her palm guiding the lethal force away from her center. But the Sith was already pivoting. Nami felt the ground-level displacement of air as Malyssa launched a bone-shattering sweep. Nami didn't jump away. Instead, she leaned into the momentum. As the Sith's leg came around to take her feet, Nami planted her hands firmly on the cracked marble and performed a cartwheel... Rather than being swept, she used the contact point of Malyssa's leg... the force of the momentum to wheel herself upward, her body horizontal to the ground for a split second. The hammer-blow intended for her stomach struck only the cooling mist where she had been a heartbeat before.

Suspended for a moment by her own momentum and a subtle touch of the Force, Nami's thick, sculpted legs snapped out like a pair of a mid-air scissoring motion aimed not at Malyssa's torso, but at the Sith's neck. It was a classic grapple from the martial forms, designed to use an opponent's forward lean against them. As she began her descent, Nami's eyes remained locked on the Sith's, her pink hair a chaotic halo around her face. She pushed the force but didn't brace herself... so it would send her back and she could try and pull the sith with her flip. She was already sensing the next ripple of Malyssa's intent, her empathic nerves tingling with the prickle of the empathic readings growing between them.

She was trying for the forward pull to slam the sith into the marble and had a grin to herself. It wasn't a bad sight to behold and in the area they were the morning misted swirled around with the energies being used, with the movements as the sun was coming around.