Impudence

[Slade Zambrano]

As he kept pressing forward when their blades locked slade looked up at her and sneered more. "YOU IMPUDENT CURR!!" Screaming the little lord tried to push forward but ended up falling forward and staggering when the woman backed away. Quickly regaining his balance he looked up to see the display of her using her female form against him. Watching her jiggly bits he continued to be flush read in the face. Almost drooling his blade hit the dirt while he held it completely mesmerized by the female form. Oh to be young again, to experience everything that was new in the world with girls. But as in real life this moment came to a very painful end. The blade quickly hit his shoulder and burned worse than anything slade had ever felt

"YOU WHORE!! YOU SEDUCING WENCH!! " screaming in pain he fell to the ground clutching his blade. His blood and skin boiled as he felt true hatred in his heart now. He had to get back at her

Standing up slade roared in pain and hate and charged at Evelynn, gripping his blade with only one hand the adrenaline and rage was surging through him now. Swinging his blade at her chest he screamed and followed up the attack with a punch aimed across the face of the woman. He wanted to end her and at this point he didn't care if his father wanted her alive. @[member="Evelynn"]

 

[Louise]

Well that was easier than expected. Oh the woes of puberty.

Unfortunately that was likely to be the only free shot that his inexperience with the female form would grant, given that her strike had incensed him somewhat. It was actually quite uncomfortable watching his tantrum as the blood-poison worked its magic. Screech all you like, it won't help you now.

Her next trick was different.

Now the boy had some adrenaline in him, some fire and that would have to be swiftly extinguished, and what's better than a good dose of demoralisation. Get your metaphorical big girl's pants on because this one is going to hurt.

Evelynn stood her ground, not making any attempt to dodge or parry his attack and the sword cut clumsily into her breast, not too deep but when you were dealing with that special Devaronian coating it didn't matter how deep. The girl, gasped but didn't quite get the chance to react properly given that he just struck her across the face and sent her staggering to the side.

Rude.

Although hardly noticeable given the searing agony the cut had given her. A small amount of blood trickled down her form, setting a very nice contrast between that ruby red and her blanched complexion. Her face contorted, pain was evident but also pleasure. With her jaw stiff and mouth open the girl ran her tongue against her top row of teeth, and doing so with such vigour that she cut her tongue on those small canines.

Pain. Is. Pleasure.

With eyes wild, she granted Slade the most feral stare possible. Pain was her domain, it was her game and for the sake of rhyming I think that it's going to rain. Both of her eyebrows jumped, daring him to strike her again.

@[member="Slade Zambrano"]

 

[Slade Zambrano]

Confidence, he had landed a hit and perhaps this wench was not as tough as she let on. His shoulder was still in pain but he felt invigorated by his little victory, he even got punch her across the face. "You see wench that is how men are supposed to treat women like yours-" but that was the moment when he saw the look on her face. It was not one of pain but of pleasure and enjoyment and fun. Did she like the pain inflicted upon her? Backing up quickly slade looked confused and bewildered. "Do you enjoy pain you masochistic freak?!" At this point it was a bit beyond being a madochist but hey whatever floats your particular boat, I mean we've all seen weirder things. "You stay away from me you whore!" Backing up more and more slade looked up to his father

"GET ME OUT OF HERE!!" He said screaming to his father who was probably having the time of his life right now. Just hanging out with super models dressed in bikinis feeding him grapes and wine. Looking back at Evelynn he lifted his sword almost shaking in fear from what was to come. He had come down from his adrenaline high and he felt a but weak with fear. If he couldn't hurt her, then how could he win? If she enjoyed his attacks? Really he was a child still and didn't realize that he the attacks would still be effective even if she did like them. But you know, child brains and stuff @[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Louise]

Perfect.

That stopped his momentum perfectly. These tactics didn't often work, seeing as most citizens of the galaxy all seemed to have read the big comprehensive guide to battle psychology, so in that moment she almost appreciated his inexperience. Unfortunately, at times sly tactics were all she had when her size, stature and combat ability paled in comparison to others, so the pay-off when they did work was completely marvellous.

The price to pay for this tactic however meant that for the duration of this battle she would she would be in a state of agony that was more suited for her chambers than the arena.

With her face still twisted into a wicked combination of ecstasy and suffering, Evelynn tsk tsk tsk'd at the boy. Whether it would enrage him or demoralise him further was yet to be seen, but either way, she was actually in the beginnings of enjoying herself. Perhaps there was method to this madness.

She moved forward, once more, swinging the blade around, this time aiming for the fingers that held onto his sword, hopefully she could disarm him and end this farce.

@[member="Slade Zambrano"], @[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Slade Zambrano]

Connecting to his fingers the blade cut him and then began to burn him, falling to the ground in pain he cried out for his father's mercy as he backed up slowly. "Stay away from me!! Stay away I will pay you! Give you what you want! I will get you a new bird! A flock even please just stop hurting me!" He was still a child unbroken and untested he was raised in the life of luxury as the average noble only recently had his father dug him up and brought him here to teach him the ways of the force. "I beg of you Evelynn!" With tears rolling down his face it was clear he was nothing more than a child barely hitting puberty.

As he crawled his way back against the far wall he held his burning hand and cried like the punk b that he was acting like right now. He was however still royalty so killing him would not be a wise idea. Evelynn could do whatever she wanted to right now and he'd be helped to do anything. He was beaten and now it was up to their father on what would happen to him. "I beg of you please!" @[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Louise]

Well this little escapade looked to be coming to an end.

He crumbled, both physically and mentally, resorting to bargaining and finally begging, which was in itself incredibly satisfying to hear. He had been rude, and he had been punished. The natural order of things. Of course this one little experience would not fix his awful personality flaws but there was a glimmer of hope. Slade Zambrano could find manners yet.

Maybe.

She strode towards the boy's downed and scrabbling form. There was no intention to murder him, but well, Slade didn't know that. Lazily she let the blunted weapon scrape across the ground. When he had backed himself into a wall and with nowhere left to go, she hefted the sword and moved to prod it lightly into his throat. Naturally the poison would make his skin scream without causing any proper harm.

With that she looked up to where Lord Zambrano was seated, waiting for his intervention.

@[member="Slade Zambrano"], @[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Slade Zambrano]

"Please! Don't I will buy you a new bird!" Screaming in pain once the blade contacted his skin slade began to cry more and more, this fight was done. Slade had just turned fourteen and he was still a child, and now this had pretty much devolved into the woman beating up a child with an attitude. Crying for his mother just about the display was pretty pathetic, he would of soiled himself if he had not already used the bathroom on the way over here. Yes things were going pretty bad for the little lord, getting beat up by a naked woman in a arena while his father watched. It sounded like the screenplay for one of those holonet videos you would get blacklisted for watching. All slade could do was sit there and scream in pain while his father watched. And was pleasured by naked women with grapes and wine. But as for little slade things were quite the opposite @[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

From on high, Kaine mocking laughed and clapped at the display down below him, while the other spectators were mortified into silence at the Prince's sound thrashing. Once he had finished clapping, he raised his hand to signal Evelynn to back off from the injured Prince as he disabled the Force dampener field to allow Evelynn to once again speak freely with her mind. "Exactly as I had expected from both of you, the mouse and the worm. I do hope that your dislike of the Prince has been rightly vented, dearest Evelynn. And Slade, now you know that there are some that you would do well to not torment, weak as you are. But do not despair, my son, I've come up with a solution that will remedy this ailment. Henceforth, by royal decree, Lady Evelynn shall instruct Prince Slade Zambrano in the arts of the Force and swordplay. Get yourselves cleaned up, and meet me in my private quarters." With a billowing of his cloak he departed from the arena, followed closely by his concubines and servants. Eventually the other spectators would faze out of the arena along with their liege lord, leaving the two alone in the arena.

@[member="Evelynn"] @[member="Slade Zambrano"]

 

[Louise]

As soon as Kaine indicated for her to cease, the woman stepped backwards, throwing her blade to the ground with a clatter. The farce was over, and the full sensation of the Force returned to her like the warmth of a fireplace, ah, to have a voice again, to have power.

The girl stood, waiting for all of the spectators to leave the arena as she stared down upon the boy, who, honestly was probably in shock at his father's revelation. The woman who had just shamed him so was due to be his teacher, his Master and that fact made her smile inwardly, although her face was static and stone-like. Slade Zambrano can't have been pleased with this.

However she would not goad.

Finally Evelynn's face softened and she sighed, before offering the boy a helping hand to his feet. Forget your pride. You can earn it back later. It was likely that he wouldn't accept the gesture but even as a masochistic mute, she still found the time to engage in proper manners.

[member="Slade Zambrano"], [member="Darth Vornskr"]

 

[Slade Zambrano]

[member="Evelynn"] [member="Darth Vornskr"]
"GET AWAY FROM ME!!" Slade slapped her hand to the side angered over his fathers judgment and quickly ran off and out of the arena to get ready to confront his father in his private quarters. Returning to his room he put on another suit and readied himself, he did not want to look like a bag of ass even in front of his father whom he hated. And after a good hour had passed he stood outside his fathers door awaiting on the arrival of the woman who had beaten him and scared him half to death in that little arena. If it was the last thing he did he would have his revenge against her, he would have his revenge against everything that had ever scorned him in his life. The little lord would make sure of that

 

[Louise]

Well, that was expected.

For a moment she stood there as the boy scampered off to presumably piece his scraps of pride back together. Pride, what a waste of time. Evelynn had no need for pride and in the realm of sin she considered it to be the worst, if she were to become the boy's teacher then she would be sure to show him the folly of his sin.

Granite eyes narrowed as they followed his fleeing form. She sighed.

---

The Silent Sister came sweeping along the corriders no longer naked but instead draped in fine powder blue silks. Her new injuries were only bandaged, with no bacta coming into contact with the cuts, that lessened the scars. The colour of her garb was deceptive, but nothing quite made the bloodstains shine like a delicate blue. She ignored Slade already standing there, opting to give the door a couple of gentle knocks before entering Kaine's private chambers.

My lord, she said curtly before bowing slightly.

[member="Darth Vornskr"], [member="Slade Zambrano"]

 

[Darth Carnifex]

Inside of Kaine's personal chambers, the Tyrant was sitting back in one of his plush reading chairs, one of the castle doctors kneeling down at his side as he removed an IV from the King's arm. He quickly gathered up his belongings, bowed respectfully to the King, and scurried out of the room past Evelynn and Slade. "Enter, and take a seat." whispered Kaine, his bloodshot eyes eyed them slowly as they did so. With a sigh he heaved himself up to a better sitting position, to reveal his bare chest, carved by numerous scars from battles long past. He looked decades older than he did just previously in the arena, surrounded by his subjects and watching with great amusement the spectacle that was going down below in the arena. Now he looked like a man whose life was slowly being drained out of him day by day, even though his body still remained physical fit, although less than what his peak had been a few years ago. He clasped his hands together, and rested his elbows on both knees as he looked at his apprentice, and his son.

"No doubt your pride is wounded, Slade, but you had to be humbled in such a way before you could be trained. That is why I am sending you to learn under Evelynn, I taught her the creed of my philosophy and how to fight with her body and her mind. She is the best I have to offer you, despite what hatred you may harbor to her." Twas true, the mute mouse was perhaps Kaine's best apprentice in years, full of potential and receptive to his teachings. However; he wondered if those teachings had become tainted with her exposure to Nemene Talith. The Taliths and the Zambranos had done things different, and that unsettled him to some degree in regards to Evelynn.

[member="Evelynn"] [member="Slade Zambrano"]

 

[Louise]

Gods of Moross! Kaine Zambrano looked more decrepit than the arse-end of a three-hundred year old rancor. Within the woman's stare there was a mingling of pity and disgust. It was horrifying to see the mighty look so feeble. Funny really, given that Evelynn's own dramatic bout with crippling illness was soon to occur. It's just what's fashionable. Disease is the new black.

Had the fates that controlled Slade Zambrano been a little more stable then her actions in this moment would have differed, but as it stood there was no reliable ground to stand here.

Kaine said his piece, and Evelynn responded in kind by offering a slight frown, her telepathy stormed in before the petulent boy had the chance to respond, although if he even would was doubtful.

I have no doubts that the young lord will be objecting. This is neither here nor there for me, and I do not wish to waste time standing here while he would stomp his little feet and call me a whore for half the day. Bony fingers snapped closely to the young lord's face, to catch his attention. This means nothing to me. You mean nothing to me.

The woman turned the leave the room, pausing at the doorway to offer one last piece.

I will be upon my ship. If you come, then so be it. If you do not, then I shall be thankful that you are somebody else's burden.

With that she left, and the thread could be marked as completed. If it were a comedic scene, perhaps the dark lord and his spawn would exchange glances and say:

She's on the rag.

[member="Darth Vornskr"]