Fight Me

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Yavin IV
Jedi Praxeum

"Outside Port Shardrock lay the rebuilt and refurbished ruins of Skywalker's Legacy. The Yavin Praxeum. Independent of all governments and politically impartial to a fault. It does not answer to the Silver, Alliance, or Republic Jedi Councils, and accepts students and teachers from all Jedi traditions without bias. The Praxeum is frequently used as a training site and skipper base by Silver Jedi, Alliance Guardians, Republic Jedi and others. It is also home to the Ithorian Priests, Bafforr groves, and Tyia Thuwisten evacuated from the Dantooine Jedi Enclave during the Primeval assault, as well as Dantooine's Jedi. The Jedi who frequent this ancient site consider themselves guests of the Rekali clan and comport themselves accordingly. Here you can always find grand company. Here you can always find something worth taking home." - A Traveler's Guide to Yavin


This wasn't the start of a fight. It was the end of one.

"Gaghhyaahh!"

Karen yanked down on her partner's gee and smashed him to the ground. The whole training ground echoed with the crash. He was a big boy, her partner. Well over six feet tall and weighting in at about half a cement dump trunk too. Still. The bigger they are,

*smash!*

She dropped threw the air and landed another elbow into his sternum. Listening with a faint smile to him choke on the flux.

"Uncl... Uncle. Ugh."

The large Jedi wheezed out. Surrendering the training mat to his partner and clutching his abdomen with a broken coughing pride. Karen stood up from the dry sands of the training arena. Letting the golden glow of her Battlemind fade from her slaughtering eyes. Still. She smiled at the triumph. Bathed deep in the Force. Shoulders rising and falling with every new breath. Yeah. Yeah. Girls still got it.

*clap clap clap*

A slow honest applause came for the Training Master. An Ithorian monk who's facial expression was all but unreadable. Yet his voice echoed his slow applause,

~ "Well done Master Roberts. You seem to be taking to our Judo techniques rather quickly. That was an excellent throw." ~

The brunette amazon smiled and nodded. Her exotic chest heaving up and down with glorious morning sweat. Ha,

"Thank you Master Galmon. I am enjoying the exercise immensely."

The Ithorian Jedi chuckled,

~ "Of course you are. So... Perhaps another challenger to raise the stakes a bit, yes?" ~

The forty year old warrior slammed her fist into her palm,

"Ha. I welcome it. Bring on the big guys. ...Let's do this."

The golden light of her Battlemind returned to her eyes as submerged herself in The Force. Drinking in Yavin IV and it's ancient glories as if they were a strong, wet Corellian Ale. Steeling herself for the next Iron Champion or Jedi Traveler to face the fury of the Judo mat. Raising her physical strength to the very limits of human exertion. Feeling the power of a thousand battlefields running red and rampant threw her very blood. Indeed. Somewhere out there Keanu Reeves The One himself was nodding acceptingly to the dry sand at her feet and her sweat draped martial gee. Hearing her words as much as feeling them in his fiery breast.

"Come on then."

Her fists clenched tight in amazon challenge.

"Fight me."

 

[Kami Meran]

"This only open to you " Be one with samitches." lot or can any short smelly person tag herself in?" Kami asked steping up.
behind the tiny stick thin Mando her Pixy partner sighed.
"We were only dropping off a Capture Sis stop picking fights." The Fairy said behind her Mini Beska'gam. ​

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Watching the young Jedi flip another that was just as big as he was...well it was impressive to say the least. [member="Karen Roberts"] was definitely a worthy opponent, if she really wanted to she could probably beat his ass any day. Only thing that stood in her way, his cold hard determination. "Hold this, would ya?" Handing the man next to him his weapons, he stripped him self of his black military fatigue shirt, and stepped forward instantly sizing up the woman before him. "Would it be okay if I got a quick round in?"

 

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Karen and the Ithorian Master turned to both [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] and [member="Kami Meran"] . The Training Master spoke first,

~ "It is open to any, naturally. Here on Yavin IV we pride ourselves on being..." ~

"...Ha! Who's first?"

Karen cut in. Deepening her wet stance in the open sand. She pointed to Kami,

"You ready, Iron Forged? Or do you let the big guy go first? ...Come on."

The brunette veteran took a long Slat combat posture and rolled her shoulders with pride. Her golden eyes sparkling for more. Kami had first dibs. But if she was too busy running errands to face a real Warrior of the Force? Well. Then Nate's magi abilities and strong posture were welcome to push forward.

Ladies first.

 

[Kami Meran]

" if you want to fight Mr Ifmypantswereanytighteridbenude go ahead." kami joked.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

He glanced at [member="Kami Meran"] the. Down at his pants. "What? They...aren't even that tight." It was indeed surprising, he was wearing military fatigues, they weren't super baggy by any means, but they weren't skin-tight. *if they're such a problem I could always take them off." He motioned for her to go ahead, a smile on his face as he pulled of his gray t-shirt, only something that could be grabbed. His apponent was definitely confident, not even cocky, which meant that she was either a extremely good warrior...or just a overly confident woman. None really concerned him, he didn't plan on losing, and he only gave his best.

 

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The Ithorian Master waved his hands in acclamation,

~ "Very well. Step into the training ring, young warrior. Practice sound combat technique and surrender when you're ready. Should I call the whistle you will stop the match." ~

He returned to the edge of the sand pit and nodded to all parties,

~ "You may begin when ready." ~

Karen braced her back foot against the corner of the sandy ring. Taking a grand posture and letting her mind sizzle with anticipation. She drew up strength from the ground and distilled all her emotions into a meditation trance of the ancient Jedi warriors. She was empty. She was firm. She was awake.

...

In the first moment that [member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"] showed his preparation, she moved across the sand like the swift dart of a reptile's tail. Shift and fleet. Her body rose up for a feint palm strike to his head, yet in final circulation her body swung around for long smashing kick. A crimson blow aimed exotically for his ribs with her right foot. Stirring wind, wing, wonder, and danger sense alike. Sand rose like rain drops in the storm and the ice cold of time froze with the anticipation of the blow. The smoke of her rapid blurry form hung like a butterfly. And stung like the bee.

"Murah'yaaahh!"

Gold eyes begin anew.

Fight!

 

[Nate Phantoms]

He was at least remotely prepared for her sudden lunge, her speed in which she did it, no, that startled him. Only momentarily though, he saw the muscles in her shoulder tense, then hand came out, aimed at his head. Being so tall, he was slightly surprised at her being able to nearly dislocate his jaw. It that was if he hadn't already moved out of her striking zone. But then her foot came up at is ribs, and he had the impulse to grab it, and pull her into his closed fist. Deciding against it, he stepped closer, making her foot instead only brush his ribs, not enough to break it, but enough to mock the breath out of him. With a grunt, he swung out, his extreme arm length not very fitting in this close quarter engagement.

Oh well, he'd done better
[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Kami Meran]

Kami smiled pulling off her helmet and began removing her Beska gam. "Still made you look." she said revealing her child like face.

 

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Nate smashed her right in the gut. Bam. And her whole body collapsed over his arm. Full slam.

*smush!*

His knuckles were still rushing into her abdomen like a tiger as her arms snaked around his. Cinching it. Surprise reversal incoming. She lashed out with her legs. Pulling him into her, she went body horizontal. Swish, swish. Her legs instantly slithered around her arms. One heel coming over the top of his bicep and pressing past his chin and cheek. A gentle kiss. Swish, swish. The other exotic leg slipping down underneath his outstretched grasp and crossing her other heel over and past his chest. His whole arm was swallowed up in her python-like legs as her crotch squeezed tight around his punch. Her ankles knotted. Now for the money shot.

Full body horizontal Arm bar.

She pulled.

Danger zone: She'd snap the elbow as she pulled his whole punch across her chest. Using his own heavy body for leverage.

Recommended escape: Twist his arm to leverage against the bend and grab to reinforce. Buy time, then slam her.

What not to do: Let her break your arm.

[member="Nate the Bounty Hunter"]

 

[Kami Meran]

Kami has stripped down to what was essentially a sports bra and shorts her body was stick thin but made if muscle. her frame was all sinew with muscle.
She began stretching deliberately utilizing her double joints.

 

[Nate Phantoms]

Big surprise, she slithered around his long arm. Hmm, tough. It's much more easier to avoid an arm bar then get out of one. Consequences: broken arm, the few seconds needed to heal it. Advantages: he could always judo flip her, he was right handed. Oh well, only one way to get out of this. Time to see if all of those months in the gym payed off, flexing his arm, he reached around, knowing he might end up dislocating his arm that she was currently wrapped around. Nevertheless, he placed his hand on her side, twisting his arm. "Not bad, you're fast, I'll give you that." With a slight turn, he saw [member="Kami Meran"], effectively stripped down, stretching her...double joints? Hm, that's new.

[member="Karen Roberts"]

 

[Kami Meran]

" Remember and Tag." she joked. " This is Makelbaksburry rules. so keep your chin up and Grow mousraches. an d the looser gets maiting rights with the fish." she jokingly referd to an old Mon-cal duleing ritual.