Hitting, Not Hitting ON

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

A friendly duel between allies, force powers allowed, though likely not at full power. A FAU-V1 medical droid was standing by, just in case. Chiasa had asked Solan to help her gain much needed combat experience. Hopefully he didn't aim for the face.. The Twi'lek grinned slightly at that, revealing sharp fangs. She was wearing her Shotcaller armour, as she always was these days, standing on the rooftop of the Dragon Palace. Gods alone only knew why she insisted on putting herself through this.

Likely because she couldn't always depend on Xalus. No matter how good he was, and he was the best, there was always the chance she would be caught alone, or there would be more than on enemy, or he was incapacitated somehow. So she had to learn to look after herself.

Plus she had to be able to teach the basics to any new Ravens in case proper green members joined. They were her responsibility, so she took her own distaste and far and hid it deep in the recesses of her mind on a mental shelf.

"Thank you, for agreeing to this by the way."

She commented, hand dropping to the unfamiliar shape of the lightsaber she'd crafted on her own. It was only a training saber, she did not trust her own abilities yet, it would not be cleaving any limbs, it had a basty bite and that was about it. Likely she'd not land a hit anyway, but just in case, there would be no accidentally slicing through bone.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

Solan came up and stood there as he rolled his neck and looked at the sky line from where they stood. Nice enough he supposed as he looked to the side where a Krath Warblade, The Nameless Blade, and a number of other weaponry he had brought with him were sitting. He himself was wearing no armor, and only in a light training suit that would better allow him movement and flexibility when dealing with her. He smiled as it was going to be a good little training bout between the two.

"No problem Pres, not like i do much on Kesh anyways. Minus ruling it, its kind of boring there." He had decided to take this small break to deal with a Small problem on Geonosis that had developed well into a headache, and boy could not even start to pick apart his mind on why the Sith liked to be where they weren't welcome. But a thought for another time as he settled down into an unarmed stance. "So, after you Chiasa, and don't worry, i have a few tricks past the visible ones to my right."

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"I imagine it must be terrible, sitting there on your throne all day.."

The Twi'lek teased him with a grin. Though she was no monarch, if anyone knew what a royal pain in the arse it could be to try and oversee a planet.. When possible you just left them to get on with it, your average citizen seeing any interference as a near mortal sin. 'Just let them do what they've always done' was a piece of advice she'd taken to heart. Still, that was neither here nor there.

"Oh wonderful, so glad to hear it, I would hate to think that armoury was all you'd brought. I'd probably have to tie my hands behind my back to make it fair."

This too was a jest. She was going to lose, there was really no question about that, it was simply a matter of how good a fight she could put up, how many times she could get back up again. She still didn't relish having that scythe swung at her head, but she trusted that Solan had the control not to accidentally kill her, and anything short of that.. Well the med droids had a couple different somethings to deal with pain.

This was likely her least favourite part, she decided, eying him. Starting the fight. Much better to be the one reacting, to base your actions off of the other person. This, this starting cold with nothing to go on felt like fighting blindfolded on a starless night.

Disconcerting.

Still, this was what was required. At the very least she had a slight ace up her sleeves. The constant use of force speed was the explanation for why she'd been so tired. Day in and day out she'd held it. It was exhausting and she ate all the damned time, but it was almost second nature to maintain it now. She darted in, unnaturally fast, low to the ground. She swept her legs at his, going for a quick take down with furrowed brow.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

The speed was something he had planned for but didn't necessarily expect to come immediately. None the less as his legs were kicked out from under him his own body moved into a roll as it hit the ground. He was used to being fought in a hand to hand combat style and she was just yet another hurdle. So with that thought he reached out. And oh did he find what he was looking for. Solan operated on a principle of using all the emotions you could around you and amplifying those emotions through taking them in through him before using them to fuel his force powers. This would take an emotion and multiply its potency as he used his empathy to drag those emotions to him.

And oh did he find plenty including despair, loss, greed, lust and a number of other enticing emotions as his dull amber eyes went golden bright as anyone with force sight would see a web of darkness stretching around him. Dark Veins siphoning the ill emotions and using them as he shook and smiled. "Shall we dance my dear?" He smiled and said, almost coldly so as he laughed a bit and lost himself in those dark emotions as the web closed in, the veins pulsed and he kicked off from the ground, looking to to send his fist into her gut if he could as he crossed the ground between them.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

This was closer to what she knew, and it was funny that his words mirrored it. She didn't know how to fight well, but she'd spent years dancing. She was used to moving with another person, watching for minute tells to predict their next step.

As he swung she stepped gracefully to the side, with her armour the blow no more than glancing. Skittering, sliding off the metal surface. Still, opened to emotions as he was he might pick on a brief, seemingly irrational surge of panic until the fist was safely past with little to no damage done.

"Do let's, mind you don't step on my feet."

As much as the day would end in pain, there was something about the initial rush of adrenaline that was very nearly fun. A quick palm strike at his face as she prepared herself to dodge away. Though Solan did not outweigh her by as much as her opponents usually did, she still didn't relish the idea of him getting a hold of her.

Sand and blood.

The memory was brief but vivid, and acted as an effective spur.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

He hand hit him but he was not so simply turned away as he foresaw that she would not be dancing very long as his eyes acted on their own separately from his body. Soon her right foot would find no footing and would slide out from under her unless she did something to correct his manipulation of the air and space around the foot. Telekinesis was but another test subject of his and he was more than happy to use it to his advantage against an armored combatant.

His own recovery in that time would show the knuckles of his hand that he had tried to slam into her stomach bloody from scraping on the metal. He was never the best with hand to hand application of the force but what he could do quite well was Dark Healing. This allowed him as she would see to mend the wounds as long as he applied the force to keep the wounds sealed. It was a useful bit of psychological warfare as she would think he could just heal any wound that comes to affect him... which was mostly true. Yes he could heal it... until he stopped feeding the power with the force. The Wounds would then immediately reopen so he would have to still be careful about taking hits.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

Suddenly her right foot found no purchase, which was an extremely odd sensation. Instinctively she switched her weight over to her left foot, which didn't solve the problem but it did help. What did one do with a foot you couldn't stand on? Use it for kicking, she decided, snapping it out though it may or may not connect, Solan was no inexperienced whelp. Would she even be physically able to connect with whatever he was doing? Maybe it was just going to act as a cushion and keep her foot from hitting him at all. Still seemed worth a try. Always reach, if you couldn't walk, fly, never crawl. She was slightly off balance, which was never good, but at least she was still acting.

She'd not noticed him healing his hands, she hadn't even noticed that she'd managed to indirectly hurt him. Honestly the Twi'lek was focused more on avoiding damage and lasting than what damage she was doing. Five minutes, if she could hold onto five minutes, ten would be even better though the chances were slim.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

"Shit." The pain rippled through as the kick connected. He was much more fragile than people knew, his body having not a skeleton like a normal human but that of a Vahla's. Cartilage replaced bone and his skeleton while more flexible was much weaker. It was time to stop playing around and give Chiasa something a little harder to hit as he let the strands of his web and the veins of the darkside flow into him again as his eyes flared their golden Amber color. Charging again he made way as he swung his hand around to hit her armor square on again if he could, before stopping suddenly... physically that is. A wave of Kinetic energy would flow through him and from his hand, aimed at her chest to slam into it and send her off her feet while he smiled. Of course, this was granted it hit and she didn't dodge or counter.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

It had to be said that quite frankly the tiny bit of Chiasa that was keeping track of things overall and not utterly dedicated to the moment was, well, surprised. This was going far better than she'd had any right to expect. Ironic that this occurred to her at the exact moment his hand made contact with her chest, she had just enough time to look down at it suspiciously as he smiled. And then she was flying through the air, pushed by his wave of kinetic energy to which she was utterly subject.

That was interesting, she reflected as she flew backwards through the air. She'd expected either a physical attack or a force one, but to combine both.. Her back and shoulders hit the floor and she skidded for a moment, before turning it into a roll and coming back to her feet in a semi-crouched position. There was one new thing at least, one technique she could seize on and add to her personal growth.

This left her with bit of a problem. She knew the basics of push and pull, telekinesis, and she knew fire. These were the only real offensive force capabilities that she had, and he knew them as well. Only better, where she was a nuisance he was a threat, and one most dire. Still, one could only do what one could do. As soon as she was on her feet she sent a generalized force push out at where he had been. Just in case he was already charging at her. Her impact with the floor had winded her a bit, but she was up now and still keen.

[member="Solan Charr"]

 

[Aithne Charr]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

He didn't charge after her, having used the moment to recover himself as he watched her force push come at him and instead of bracing himself he created a kinetic barrier infront of him that was shaped like a wedge. This was to divert the power of her push out around him with the minimal amount of effort or energy expended. It was a much more efficient use of the technique than creating a wall like kinetic barrier that strained and took much more of the impact. It was much better to simply redirect or even use the force push against its master but he was in no way ready to start trying to do such. Instead he smiled and got back into his unarmed stance and waited for the Twilek to make her move... and if she didn't then he would and she would regret not being the one that was ready for more punishment.