Nemene stood in the middle of what could only be described as a gladiatorial pit. There was high walls surrounding her in every direction and a crowd sitting atop dozens of stage like seating. There was a slight frown on her face as a roar of the crowd deafened her hearing as a slight squish could be heard behind her, someone else had just died.
Just in time Nemene rolled on her heel, turning just in time to raise her hand and catch the wrist of a massive beast like alien wielding a nearly blunted sword. The Sith let out a soft grunt, and then used her tiny agile form to drop back, pulling the alien forward. The creature let out a surprised shriek as Nemene twisted its own wrist back and then upwards. The dulled edge stabbed into the aliens chest, piercing its heart and killing it instantly.
As soon as it was dead Nemene slipped out from beneath it and twirled to the side, a picture of perfect graze.
With a single movement the prim lady dusted off her skirt, pursing her lips slightly and frowning after wards, she hated being a mess. Today however it was necessary, she needed the attention that the gladiator battles here on Rattatak so easily provided, and in order to get to the top of them...well she needed to become a bit of a mess.
Another alien charged at her, this one she recognized as an Ithorian, usually a peaceful race. She frowned slightly as the alien raced at her, a sort of chain like weapon in his hand.
He swung the chain, at the end of it a sharp blade. Nemene's eyes popped open, but she did not stop. In a single powerful leap the Sith bounded over the chain and blade, her skirts fluttering slightly as she came in for rolling landing before the Ithorian. Before the creature had time to react she was upon him, her hands a blur as she forced sharp almost blade like nails to dig into the creatures left eye. The Creature screamed in pain and recoiled, allowing Nemene to grasp the chain in its left arm and twirl it around the Ithorians throat.
With a quick wrench of her arm Nemene pulled the chain taught and snapped the Ithorians neck, killing him.
As soon as the alien fell Nemene found herself standing alone in the pit, a look of pure stone on her face. Once again she patted the dust from her clothes, then almost nonchalantly she raised her arms in confident salute, the crowd roaring in indignation at the tiny Sith Girl who had killed so many.
Just in time Nemene rolled on her heel, turning just in time to raise her hand and catch the wrist of a massive beast like alien wielding a nearly blunted sword. The Sith let out a soft grunt, and then used her tiny agile form to drop back, pulling the alien forward. The creature let out a surprised shriek as Nemene twisted its own wrist back and then upwards. The dulled edge stabbed into the aliens chest, piercing its heart and killing it instantly.
As soon as it was dead Nemene slipped out from beneath it and twirled to the side, a picture of perfect graze.
With a single movement the prim lady dusted off her skirt, pursing her lips slightly and frowning after wards, she hated being a mess. Today however it was necessary, she needed the attention that the gladiator battles here on Rattatak so easily provided, and in order to get to the top of them...well she needed to become a bit of a mess.
Another alien charged at her, this one she recognized as an Ithorian, usually a peaceful race. She frowned slightly as the alien raced at her, a sort of chain like weapon in his hand.
He swung the chain, at the end of it a sharp blade. Nemene's eyes popped open, but she did not stop. In a single powerful leap the Sith bounded over the chain and blade, her skirts fluttering slightly as she came in for rolling landing before the Ithorian. Before the creature had time to react she was upon him, her hands a blur as she forced sharp almost blade like nails to dig into the creatures left eye. The Creature screamed in pain and recoiled, allowing Nemene to grasp the chain in its left arm and twirl it around the Ithorians throat.
With a quick wrench of her arm Nemene pulled the chain taught and snapped the Ithorians neck, killing him.
As soon as the alien fell Nemene found herself standing alone in the pit, a look of pure stone on her face. Once again she patted the dust from her clothes, then almost nonchalantly she raised her arms in confident salute, the crowd roaring in indignation at the tiny Sith Girl who had killed so many.