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"Send my love to Vahl."

Ada withdrew her dagger from between the politician's shoulderblades and watched as the large Twi'lek dropped sickingly to the floor where his lifeblood drained onto the pristine carpet. Vahl would be pleased with this one.

Like a shadow, the Ember stepped over the body, sheathing her bloody dagger before leaving the room and then the beautiful building that belonged to the now-dead Senator. Her flame-red hair was covered under a dark hood once more as she walked calmly down the street before melting into the shadows.

Coruscant was vast enough that she could appease Vahl properly while still being able to disappear into the duracrete jungle without consequence. There were A LOT of warm bodies walking around. A lot of blood to spill.

Ada had once again become the nameless, faceless terror. The unknown that takes your life indiscriminately - never caught. She had known the moment that Acherus started to use her gifts for his own needs, that it wouldn't last. He was as weak as the rest of the Sith. She had watched and waited and when the Order fell, he fell too. Sith never last. So she faded back into her shadows and went back to serve her goddess on her own once more. The beautiful terror that could not be caught.

If only she knew about the camera outside the Twi'lek's mansion that had caught a glimpse of red hair...

 

[Kayl Krayt]

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The Uncanny Valley​

Some time after the politician’s assassination. . .

A pair of calculating, light brown eyes behind the T-visor of a helmet, wavered not from the wrist-mounted touchscreen raised before the faceplate. The Misfit, privy to viewing the footage from an assassinated Senator’s house upon accepting the contract in order to locate and take in the assassin responsible, was soon immersed deep in the holo-cam recording of the assassination, in efforts to bring any details to light that could lead him to his target.

It took him less than a few heartbeats to cross reference the assassin’s facial structure, and her other distinct features such as the lively colors that of a burning, red-hot flame, to several other active bounties placed on her head after he was finished viewing the footage.

Perturbation.

It was an emotion the young Mandalorian was a stranger to, yet he could feel it grow within him in the wake of each passing moment while he viewed the records pertaining to the woman he was after.

Although the information in her records suggested that she was going to be the most dangerous bounty he’d have undertaken so far, what had him worry the most was that he had no real world experience to take as a reference point as to what he could expect in a confrontation with the assassin. Moreover, the fact that he had somebody to go back home to, alive and in one piece, did not help restrain such feelings of excitement, uncertainty, and apprehension.

But that is not to say the young Mandalorian was in lack of training, and that he was not up for the task.

<”Cowards die many times before their deaths,”> Kayl muttered to himself as he got a grip, in a tone softer than a whisper. <”And I am no coward,”> grit and ambition replaced the feelings of perturbation in the wake of his words as he looked down at the busy streets below, his gaze shifting from one pedestrian to the other as ordinary folks went about their lives, unaware there might be an assassin amongst their midst.

Perched up on the roof of a high rise building, the young man stepped up his search for her, cross-referencing each pedestrian’s distinctive features and facial structures with hers in hopes of getting an accurate match, after he switched to several dozen cameras from his wrist-mounted terminal, all slaved to his device.

If he could bring her in, she would be his ticket into the big leagues. She would be a milestone in his career. To that end, the contract was too good to pass up, regardless of how dangerous the target was. . .

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Her keen eyes saw him before he saw her.

The Mandalorian was perched above the street like a freakish armoured bat. Ignorant people don't look up. The Ember, on the other hand, was not ignorant. She did look up.

He wasn't her first Mandalorian and he wouldn't be her last. They did make best offerings for Vahl, after all. Even the big one on Rothana had yielded some blood to the goddess. She feared them no more than she feared mice. They were too cumbersome to keep up with her after all.

With a sinister smile, she pulled her hood from her head so that her fiery hair sprang free and bright. Then she waited for his visor catch onto her. Surely it wouldn't take too long. They were stupid, but not that stupid. The moment the visor would show the slightest bit of acknowledgement, she would give a smirk and cock her head slightly before moving into a side alley.

No self-respecting Mandalorian would refuse that invitation.

 

[Kayl Krayt]

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Outrun The Night​

The Misfit’s muscles tensed in excitement, and his heart nearly skipped a beat when he acquired a positive ID on his target amongst the sea of people below him in the streets. A hundred percent match. But the cause of his excitement was not from that he acquired her, but that she had acquired him first. She knew. A pair of eyes in the color of fiery amber looked straight back at him the moment he had found him amongst the crowd, and set his eyes on her. Her flowing hair in the hue of a burning lively flame stuck out from the ordinary folks like a lit pyre in midnight, after she pulled back the cloak draped over her features.

He could see her lips curling into a dark grin from afar. Shooting him a smirk thereafter, and with a self-assured and challenging cock of her head to the side, it was not long until she gently flowed amidst pedestrians and made her way towards a sidealley, relatively bereft of the large crowds flooding the main street. It would not be long now until she disappeared from her sightline.

Dark clouds on the horizon emerged in the young Mandalorian’s mind while his gaze trailed her; through sharp vigilance she had obtained the upper hand before the first shot was even fired, and she was making a move to set up a fight on her own terms. His intentions were to locate her and track her to a safehouse of some kind and strike her in the place she’d least expect; a fight in his own terms.

This bounty was certainly going to be quite the challenge, there was no doubt of that in his mind.

In hopes of denying her the advantage of positioning in the alleyway, and thus attempting to prevent her from setting up an ambush against him to deny her further advantage, the young Mandalorian quickly sprung into action to position himself at the end of the alleyway’s entrance, opposite from her’s; leaping off the edge without hesitation, he gently glided in mid air with his jetpack. It wasn’t long after he landed on his feet at the alleyway.

His suppressed blaster carbine brought to bear down the alley, his senses and vigilance sharpened, with his muscles tensed up in anticipation of the fight in his very near future, the young Mandalorian moved with a certain caution in his steps, moving at a stalk; not of timidity, but of precaution. She was the real deal, and she was fully aware he was after her.

While he reserved a large portion of his attention to acquiring her by his senses and sight alone, he also made a relatively concentrated effort to get a fix on her position in the alleyway with the use of security cameras that looked into the alleyway.

Starting off at a relative disadvantage, he was going to need all the advantage he could get over her.

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She didn't have to wait long.

He quickly touched down at the opposite end of the alley with his rigle at the ready, just like she expected. The sinister smile was in full swing now.
The shadows that surrounded her, deepened, making it hard for anyone to get a good look at where she was.

"Are you entirely certain that is what you want to do, Mando'ad?"
Her voice would sound disembodied to him, not coming from any one direction. It was just there.

Then next to him...

"It's a dangerous game you want to play."

Above him...

"Those that tried had all failed."​

Then suddenly from behind him...

"Do you want to meet Vahl?"

The blade would bite into his shoulder during her words, through his armour, not enough to do much damage just yet....but a warning nonetheless.
Then she materialised again down the alley, but where he and his tech could now see her, like a fire beacon. A crimson blade ignited, but she did not move. Just smirked at him.

"Come on, then."

 

[Kayl Krayt]

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Le Perv​

To his surprise, all Kayl could see at the other end of the alley was a strange, almost cloud-like dark hue; where his target logically was supposed to be. It denied him much needed sight. Switching to the thermal vision device after lovering his helmet-mounted macrobinoculars also yielded no results; even the probable heat signatures of the background, such as the crowd in the main street a ways away -oblivious of what was going on in a mere side alley- was completely blotted out. Regrettably, he was met with similar results when he tried to acquire the assassin over the cameras under his control.

While a large number of theories ran amuck in his mind, his blaster carbine swung from one section of the alleyway to another, as he remained facing where she was logically supposed to be. What denied him sight? Was it the machinations of the Force she was noted to be very much adept at in her file, or was it a new, shiny experimental piece of tech meant to tamper with sight that of both bare visuals and electronic?

He had steeled himself in order to meet what was to come in his fight against such a foe, but he certainly did not expect her to possess such capabilities.

Nevertheless, the young Mandalorian kept his wits about him as he stalked towards the black, cloud-like mass at a heightened sense of caution with his carbine brought to bear; he could bet a hefty amount of credits she was somewhere inside the cloud, but even so, he could not risk firing blindly into it. Doing so meant a stray round from a burst could nail a civilian on the other side of the alley.

What a nice predicament he found himself in.

But his troubles would not end there; a feminine voice -the source of the voice nowhere and everywhere at the same time, was soft, almost alluring, yet unmistakably somber, full of warning and near-serpentine, through and through.

"Are you entirely certain that is what you want to do, Mando'ad?"
Her voice would sound disembodied to him, not coming from any one direction. It was just there.

The Misfit’s wordless response, was coming to an immediate halt the moment the first syllable the assassin spoke reached his ears.

Then next to him...

"It's a dangerous game you want to play."

Hearing her voice from just beside him, however, elicited a much more profound response out of the young Misfit; with a display of agility and alertness, he was quick to face the source of the voice, all the while he brought his silenced carbine to bear. With the squeeze of a trigger he dispatched several particle bolts merely a few decibels louder than a whisper, but instead of hearing the all too familiar sound of a particle bolt tearing chunks of flesh from a body, all that reached his ears was the tearing of ferro-concrete from the wall standing before him, leaving sizeable craters in their wake.

Above him...

"Those that tried had all failed."

Turning swiftly, Kayl was quick to trail the source of the voice as he brought his blaster upward, but all there was to see for the young Mandalorian was merely the dizzying and busy lights of Coruscant.

Then, the voice slipped behind him, unexpected and near instantaneous.

Then suddenly from behind him...

"Do you want to meet Vahl?"

Though despite Kayl had caught onto her ruse, and leaped forward to avoid her ambush, her attack would find its mark before the young Mandalorian could lunge away from the assassin; the durasteel backplate groaned in metallic protest as the blade found purchase into his flesh mid-lunge. A muffled, pained and surprised gasp escaped his lips.

The sensation of being stabbed was something quite foreign to The Misfit, up until now; the throbbing sharp pangs of pain expanded into every corner of his body and prevented him from taking a full breath at that moment, as he stumbled forth with his lunge and forced to his knee and into an involuntary crouch.

But he could not show weakness to her, no matter how much his body burned in pain; forcing himself back up with a display of his agility at the sound of the snap-hiss of a lightsaber igniting, Kayl was quick to acquire her now, with his blaster trained at the center mass of her silhouette.

"Come on, then."

The assassin came off as sardonic, and cocksure to The Misfit, as if her smirk was insufficient at giving that away. She had the chance to incapacitate him or worse, kill him before he could even see her, yet he still -albeit with a certain difficulty now- drew breath.

He too did not at all think highly of the street trash he took great pleasure from killing, taking down cartel kingpins for bounty and shooting their sicarios for practice, but he never once made the mistake of underestimating them. Any target wielding a blaster that fought to preserve themselves posed a substantial threat nevertheless.

Perhaps he could use her hubris against her, Kayl thought. Poisoned by their own efficiency, a warrior could be made to make mistakes, given the right incentive.

The young Misfit put his theory to the test without delay.

<”I don’t assume your accomplice is as cocksure as you are, are they?”> in minor difficulty amidst his lightly wounded state he raised a rhetorical question at the assassin to get a measure of her, with the assumption that this “Vahl” was a partner in crime of her’s, or her superiors, all the while he kept his blaster trained at her and his trigger finger rested on the hair trigger, with his muscles tensed in anticipation of another assault, ready to spring into action.

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[Ada Infernum]

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His reactions to her taunting told her everything.

He was new to this. If anything, she was his first. This would be even more fun that she thought. It would be a shame to end him outright. Gotta savour it. Make the blood pump before he gets sent to Vahl.

There were holes all around as his nerves had him pull the trigger at her projections.

But eventually, the Mandalorian semi got to his feet after her slight stab wound and dared to belittle the goddess.

<”I don’t assume your accomplice is as cocksure as you are, are they?”>

Ada's laughter was haunting in her dark mirth.
"Accomplice? Do you know nothing, Mandalorian?" She laughed again. "Do your homework, ignorant boy." Then she darted forward with Force-induced speed, the crimson blade feinting high, but Ada was ducked low in the speed to avoid any shot he would take. Then, her beskar blade struck out at his knees.

Time to see what this newbie could do.

 

[Kayl Krayt]

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Hydrogen​

Underneath the armored visage of his helm, The Misfit’s brows knitted faintly at a wordless response to her dark and foreboding laughter that filled the alleyway. A response he had deemed quite probable to his voiced attempt at testing out his theory; her taunting that followed in the wake of her sinister laughter only affirmed that notion further in his mind.

"Accomplice? Do you know nothing, Mandalorian?" She laughed again.

In between the assassin’s mockery he paid little attention to, he could see her poise shift ever so slightly to accommodate a lunge forth towards him; her subtle movement gave the young Mandalorian the forewarning he needed.

"Do your homework, ignorant boy."

And finally, swift as an arrow, she darted towards him at an inhuman speed and agility. The blood-red saber arched high and her dagger wielding hand came low, all the while she reduced her silhouette, making herself a smaller target.

Forewarned by her own subtle movements of her shifting poise in the moments before, Kayl slightly leaned back the moment she sprung into action; with his center mass leant rearwards, he let his jetpack carry him upwards and away from her reach, while he let loose a salvo of particle bolts with his blaster carbine at a gentle squeeze of its hair trigger, aimed at her center mass.

Only one of them would leave the premise alive in the end, and he fully intended that it would be him.

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He had some sense after all.

But as his jetpack roared to life, the Ember adapted quickly in her shrewdness. Before he got his feet properly off the ground, Ada grabbed hold of the jetpack itself with the Force.
"You're not going anywhere." she said as she flung her arm in a downward motion to slam him onto the ground with the Force.

And immediately she was infront of him with a kick to his hands to ensure that his grip on the weapon released. Then she crouched down, the crimson blade humming a hair's breadth away from his visor.

"Two choices - die or die."

 

[Kayl Krayt]

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Insert Coin Avenue​

Kayl’s eyes widened in complete surprise for a moment when, as if a seemingly invisible, gigantic hand had grabbed hold of his jetpack at a vice-like grip, firmly holding him in place, and despite the increasingly loudening sharp whine of his jetpack’s thrusters, when he doubled his efforts to leap rearwards to get distance between him and the assassin, his efforts were to no avail.

"You're not going anywhere."

Anger and frustration was quick to replace the feelings of confusion and surprise. As a strange concoction of adrenaline, hatred, bloodlust and mild amounts of fear coursed in his veins while he remained snared, he directed the barrel of his blaster carbine at the center mass of the assassin as swift and fluid as thought, but before he could pull the trigger, his surroundings became a blur in a mere moment; the same invisible hand that ensnared him and held him in place, brought him upwards in sharp and sudden acceleration, then slammed him down onto the ground on his back in a matter of a heartbeat.

The durasteel frame of his jetpack groaned in futile protest when his back met the cold and bedraggled ferroconcrete ground, hard.

A pained gasp, bitterly mixed with an agonized growl escaped The Misfit’s lips. He felt the burning sensation of pain in all corners of his body. A near constant whistle rang sharp in his ears, as his surroundings began to make sense, and smudges of color began to resemble shapes and silhouettes familiar to the eye once more.

A stern kick to his right hand from the assassin drew a venomous snarl out of The Misfit, in his near incapacitated state. As his firm grasp of the blaster carbine’s pistol grip had faded away in the wake of the ground slam, the weapon was torn free from his hand without much trouble, and it clattered away from him on the ground.

The electrical crackling of wiring and circuitry of his damaged jetpack was half drowned out by the constant, droning, pulsing hum of the assassin’s lightsaber. It was a mere inch away from his obsidian black T-visor.

"Two choices - die or die."

Ada’s words yielded an effect on Kayl the opposite of what she sought; the appetence to shed her blood overtook The Misfit, and the deep desire to return home to his beloved alive gave him the strength and resolve he needed.

He made it apparent to her that he was the master of his fate when he reached for his left thigh holster as fast as thought. But instead of wasting precious time to draw the blaster and level it at her, he instead simply pointed the gun towards her while it was still in its holster as he shifted his leg to better accommodate the movement, and fired off several shots from his silenced particle blaster pistol at the crouched assassin in near point-blank to create some breathing space and room to maneuver for himself.

When the crimson lightsaber was dangerously close no longer, he brought himself up to his feet following a rearward roll, away from the assassin. Unrelenting in his attack while he made a conscious effort of moving backwards and away from her as much as he could, The Misfit pinned her down with a volley of blaster bolts shortly after drawing his blaster free of its holster.

Utilizing the quick-release function of the jetpack magnetized onto his backplate using his heads-up display while he kept her suppressed, the young Mandalorian reached and catched the damaged jetpack with his right hand.

Only letting up from his efforts to suppress her for just a moment while he spun around with the jetpack in his right hand’s grasp, he threw the device at her with all the strength and acceleration he could conjure for his throw; the barrel of his blaster pistol trailed the jetpack mid air as soon as he threw it. A single golden particle bolt darted out the silencer at the squeeze of a trigger when the jetpack was but a few feet away from the assassin, and struck the device mid-air a heartbeat later.

The ferroconcrete trembled slightly beneath his feet in the moment following after a short lived, red-orange flash, momentarily engulfing the sidealley in a cloud of dust in its wake.

He was going to introduce a third choice to her.

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Bastard!

He was quicker than she expected. Bolts were fired at Ada from the ground and, to her detriment, she instinctively brought her lightsaber up to block. The small explosions from the particle bolts rocked her backwards onto her back, burn marks from the sparks spattering her usually flawless face.
"You're a karking dar'manda." she growled as she brought her free hand up instinctively to raise a Force shield until she got her proper vision and feet back.

Luckily too, as more bolts were shot at her. Scrambling to her feet, still keeping the Force shield up, she saw him start to backtrack while trying to pin her down with bolts. It was working in a sense, but the shrewd Ember was onto him now and she held the wrath of a goddess after what he had done.

By the time the jetpack touched the ground and was forced to explode, she was no longer anywhere near that spot. Utilising the gifts she had received from Vahl, she had disappeared, only to reappear behind him once more. Before his HUD would be able pick up her signature behind him, she planted a boot into where his sciatic nerve would be under his armour and kicked with Force-induced strength. Then she followed up immediately with another slice of the beskar dagger that she had drawn again, this time making sure she'd draw blood by raking it from shoulder to opposite hip on his back.

Jumping back once more, she sheathed the dagger and settled into a defensive stance with her saber and keeping the other hand free.

Then she waited for him to make his move, her face throbbing painfully and anger fueling her power.

 

[Kayl Krayt]

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Insert Coin Avenue​

"You're a karking dar'manda."

Her tongue proved sharper than the dagger she wielded.

Kayl’s eyes would widen in scorching rage underneath the armored visage of his helm upon hearing her venomous retort in the moments that lead up to using his jetpack as an improvised satchel charge. It served to only fuel his anger and hatred for her furthermore. How dare she makes such a remark, a complete outsider to their Way. The audacity!

He had smothered the lives of dozens for less, not that long ago; it became a necessity now, that he make her pay for her insolence in blood.

Baleful, he searched for her amidst the kicked up cloud of dust following the explosion, that only now began to resettle; the barrel of his blaster pistol trailed his gaze, darted to one corner then the other, in pursuit of the assassin’s silhouette as he took but a few cautious steps forward.

But his efforts yielded no immediate satisfactory result. His razor-sharp sight aside, he could not detect her with his tech, yet again; there weren’t any residue close to or in the small sized crater on the ground created by the blast that suggested he got her, and that she simply got vaporized by the explosion.

Frustrated, wounded his senses sharp, he let out an unamused growl as he continued his search; whether through the machinations of her Force skills or tech, she could disguise herself from him, and masterfully at that. But Kayl did not have to pursue her for long, as she revealed herself to him.

But alas, by the time the monotonous, pulsating hum of her lightsaber reached his ears, it was already too late.

From the shadows he was struck. The unmerciful kick to his sciatic nerve drew an agonized shout from the young Mandalorian, and caused him to lightly stumble forward in great pain. It shot up from head to toe, wreaking havoc all across his nerves. Never had he felt pain of this magnitude before.

Today was a night of firsts for the young Misfit, that was for certain.

Although he had lost his balance for just a moment from the blow, he was quick to regain his balance and turn around to face his foe.

And just in time.

The blade of the dagger, half covered in his blood, shone brilliantly off of the T-visor of his helm as the assassin was amidst executing her follow-up strike.

Instinctively, the young Misfit sidestepped the incoming lethal strike as swiftly as thought with a masterful leap to the side, and forced the assassin to overextend. Then without delay, to seize the counter-attack opportunity he created for himself, the Misfit grabbed her firmly by the forearm of her dagger wielding hand, and began to manipulate her strike in a grapple, while he made a conscious effort to give a wide berth to the crimson lightsaber she held in her other hand; in one swift motion afterwards, he directed the tip of her dagger to her midriff, while he hooked a foot behind her ankle to lay her low as he thrusted the dagger.

As he made a conscious effort to move backwards and away from the assassin in the following moment, the young Mandalorian fired off several blaster bolts her way while she was on the ground.

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Ada hated Mandalorians.

They just never went down when you face them head on. They're damn bacteria.

The bastard recovered faster than she thought he would and he was ready for her as she descended on him with her dagger. And everything happened faster than she could handle.

But she adapted quickly.

He had thwarted her plan to dispose of him properly by grabbing hold of her arm, but he clearly didn't know what she was. Her bones couldn't break. As he tried to force the dagger back to her midriff, she twisted in the grapple completely, turning the opposite side of what he intended. Where normal bone structure would have shattered in the movement, she was like rubber in his hands as the lightsaber came the other way around as what he anticipated to try and drive it through his shoulder.

In this movement, she sacrificed a bit of blood and allowed her beskar blade to skim across her back - there was no way to avoid it. But as she want full circle and the blade skimmed her back, she then dropped it, as that hand was looking at the Mandalorian's own midriff now. By dropping the blade, she allowed Vahl to channel her destructive power through the Ember's hand.

A torrent of fire shot out and into his midriff at point blank. Using both distractions of fire and lightsaber, she then yanked free of him, dipping low in her twist to grab her dagger again in one swift movement as she put distance between her and the warrior.

"How dare you lay your heretic hands on me?!" she hissed.

 

[Kayl Krayt]

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Insert Coin Avenue​

What in damnation?

The assassin’s skin felt rubbery to the touch, and her arm Kayl held in his firm grasp amidst their grapple. It bent and contorted in ways inexplicable, and wholly against the nature of man’s physical, and skeletal structure. It was as if she was an invertebrate but merely human in form.

Who was she? What was she?

As the assassin twisted to counter his grapple with her strange and flexible physique alone, she was quick to initiate an attack of her own; the vibrant thrum of her saber changed in tone to a swish, as she lunged forth to drive it through him.

Instinctively, Kayl was quick to release the assassin from his grasp. With a display of his nimbleness he managed to jink to the side, and hurriedly took several steps back away from the reach of her saber, but not before the crimson blade left a scorching kiss onto the side of his left shoulder.

And he had pulled himself away from her just in time, as the woman conjured and let loose a whirlwind of flames, where he stood but a moment ago.

The young man placed a hand over his hurt shoulder on impulse, as he half-leveled the blaster pistol in his grasp at the woman; only alleviated to a certain extent by the adrenaline coursing freely in his veins, pain had begun to settle in.

It felt as if he was poked and prodded with a thousand iron rods at a near constant, their tips glowingly red-hot. The pulsating pain had him double over ever so slightly, but he was quick to recover, and re-assume his stance.

He very much still had more fight left in him. And the burning, hateful desire to feel his hands slick with her blood compelled him onwards.

"How dare you lay your heretic hands on me?!" she hissed.

The woman’s hateful remark drew out a dry chuckle out of The Misfit, in between a pained growl and groan. <”Call me a heretic one more time,”> he began; each syllable, synthesized in nature as it filtered out his helmet annunciator, dripped with venom. Yet his tone possessed a noteworthy composure. He shifted a hand to his battle belt as he continued. <”And you will be meeting your maker real soon,”>

As he snarled out, the young Mandalorian produced a Flash Grenade as swift as thought in one swift motion. It chimed with a whine the moment the young man activated the grenade at the press of the red plastoid cap at its top with his thumb; its two second fuse counted down in the wake of each heartbeat.

Without delay he chucked it in her direction afterwards, and fired an aimed shot intended for the hilt of her saber to have force her onto the defensive, and to loosen her grip over the dangerous weapon; swiftly following up on his diversion, the young man was quick to point his right gauntlet straight at her, and engaged his whipcord thrower, to snare her with the sturdy cables from the waist and below.

The Misfit broke into a sprint a heartbeat later as he casted aside his blaster, and rushed his assailant to lay her out on the ground and place her on a mounted position; as soon as he pinned her on the ground, the Mandalorian coiled his fingers around her elegant neck and began to rancorously choke the breath out her lungs, while he grabbed her dagger wielding hand from the wrist at the same time, and smashed her hand onto the ground repeatedly, bereft of remorse, for her to lose the grip on the damnably sharp dagger she skillfully wielded.

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He was hurting.

She could see that. She was wearing him down little by little. That brought her a modicum of satisfaction. Mandalorians weren't indestructible. And they were fairly predictable, albeit strong.

Her face was somewhere between a snarl and a smirk as she looked at him, disengaging her saber. As she listened to him speak, she was gathering the Force around her, fashioning another invisible shield around herself. She knew he would do something, she just didn't know what. So best be prepared.

And it was a good thing she was.

As a grenade started to soar through the air, she lifted some fingers from around the dagger to negate its trajectory, sending it back to him with the Force. And then she was gone again.
"You are a heretic." her disembodied and directionless voice said, allowing the grenade to go off. "But I won't be meeting my maker yet. You'll be meeting her, though."

Then, suddenly, she materialised as she jumped on his back, an arm around his neck, just beneath the infernal helmet. Then, her other arm swung over, dagger in hand, to try and plunge it into his chest.

She only prayed that it would work.

 

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Insert Coin Avenue​

She did not falter to impress him with the level of her impudence.

Her somewhat foreboding, and sinister smile had not escaped the young Mandalorian when he had snarled out at her; no doubt she was planning her next move in her head. That was not difficult to ascertain.

The scorching glow in her fiery amber eyes, sharper than her dagger, gave it away.

”Let’s see what you got.” The Misfit muttered to himself at a tone quieter than a whisper, as he sprung into action like an arrow from a bow in the wake of his words; he let fly the grenade at her designed to disorient, without an issue, but before he could follow up his throw with a snaring attack from his whipcord thrower, he was mildly surprised to hear the faint clatter of the grenade hitting and bouncing off his chestplate.

That devil!

But perhaps to the assassin’s surprise, he was disoriented not; His helmet’s high definition audio suite had automatically deafened itself the millisecond his helmet sensor picked up the deafeningly loud bang that emanated from the Flash Grenade, and his flash guard treated helmet visor negated the blinding effect.

But alas, for The Misfit, the assassin was nowhere to be seen yet again, in the wake of the flash grenade’s detonation.

And there it was, that disembodied voice of hers in the moment that followed after her disappearance; yet again she was nowhere, yet everywhere at the same time.

"You are a heretic."

Her words ceased not to make his blood boil the more she spoke, but he had no choice but to keep himself tempered until she emerged from the shadows once more.

He did not bother to find her with his sight this time. Instead, he honed his instincts as best he could at that moment as he remained still, his muscles tensed in anticipation of her assault she could launch at any time; his eyes closed, he emphasized his focus on his other senses as she continued.

"But I won't be meeting my maker yet. You'll be meeting her, though."

And that was her cue, that signaled her attack.

The moment an arm wrapped around his neck from behind, his eyes fluttered open; reaching for her dagger wielding hand that came down to strike him from above, he caught her by the forearm with his hands, and rancorously swung her to the ground onto her back from over his shoulder, using her momentum against her.

The rubbery nature of her physique that would make a professional contortionist jealous kept in mind, the young Mandalorian retained his firm grasp over her forearm of her blade wielding hand, and made a conscious effort to keep it at a pleasant distance away from himself, as he pressed his knee over her midriff tightly and pinned her down.

She could not take him by surprise with her clever and deadly trick this time.

He could have possibly ended the fight to the death then and there, if he had chosen to simply apply his strength onto her forearm, and lead her dagger into her upper chest, but the sight of her fueled his anger, and that had him abandon reason.

He wanted to burn that mocking smile off her face, make her pay for her insolence; while he kept his firm control over her arm and thus the deadly sharp dagger with his left hand, he pointed his right vambrace at her face.

The flame projector attachment of his vambrace roared to life and spewed red-hot flames directly at her face a heartbeat later; underneath the helmet faceplate, a pleased and thoroughly sadistic smile pulled at The Misfit’s lips.

He had her now!

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[Ada Infernum]

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The dog!

As her hand had gone for the plunge, she was grabbed and flung down onto the ground. He was onto her faster than she anticipated, pinning her. He had her and her mind was racing as to how to turn it to her advantage when he did it for her.

The fool.

When the torrent of fire roared into her face, she smiled. Every bit of flame disappeared as it touched her, as if she absorbed it. Her amber eyes crackled like fire.
"My turn." she smiled.

Her entire body erupted into flame. Every bit of him that wasn't protected by Durasteel would feel the searing heat and if he didn't move, the burns would be beyond saving. Even if he didn't, she curled away from him and to her feet, still a human torch, even if he managed to keep hold of her arm.
"I am a beloved of Vahl, you fool. Feel her wrath!" She channeled all the fire in her body into her hands and unleashing hell in his direction.

"You are resourceful. If you have done your homework, you'd know my name. But I'm sure you did not make the connection of it." she said, stepping forward into his personal space, the inferno still keeping up with vehemence.

Eventually, he would start cooking in his armour.

 

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He had her!

Or so he thought.

The Misfit expected to hear the assassin shout a blood curdling scream when the unrelenting, unmerciful flames he conjured forth from his wrist mounted flame projector engulfed and shrouded her features from her upper thorax and above with red-hot vengeance; the sharp smell of cooked and charred flesh, utterly stomach churning to the unaccustomed, should have reached his nostrils by now.

But alas; what he witnessed was far from everything he anticipated to happen.

Her skin and flesh did not burn to a crisp like so many others he fell with his flame projector alone, but instead, the flames that touched her skin simply disappeared; he could see the woman’s lips pull to a sinister smile in the wake of each wave of flame that washed over her features.

Even her flame-red hair looked alive as if it were a dancing flame in and of itself.

Complete bewilderment took hold of him in silent response to what he witnessed; He had her! How could this be!?

"My turn." she smiled.

Not a heartbeat after her utterance, her body in its entirety erupted in red-hot flames. His armor plating, as well as the armorweave held under the assassin’s unrelenting vengeance she unleashed upon him, but only to an extent;he stifled a yelp as he gritted his teeth, his jaw clenched shut. He felt throbs of pain wash over him, as the flames seeped through the breaches in the fabric left in the wake of her previous assaults that found purchase with his flesh from earlier.

In complete reaction to the pain, the young man let go of her in an instant, and began backing away from her in haste. Not a moment after, the woman rose to her feet, no longer snared and placed under his grapple hold.

"I am a beloved of Vahl, you fool. Feel her wrath!" She channeled all the fire in her body into her hands and unleashing hell in his direction.

He managed to slide into shelter from the literal hell she casted upon him, but only just; a muffled, metallic thump resounded as he leaned his back against the metal dumpster he took cover behind, and brought himself to a low-crouch, the blaster pistol in his hands held at a high-ready; although he gritted his teeth and beared with the pain, he could not help but wince at even the slightest of movement. He had reached his limits.

There was no telling how long he would last behind the piece of cover. The smell of burning trash and melting metal and plastic wafted in the air as she hosed down the large dumpster he hid behind.

He paid little attention to the woman’s utterance, aside from the fact that in the wake of every word she spoke, she drew closer to him.

"You are resourceful. If you have done your homework, you'd know my name. But I'm sure you did not make the connection of it."

His mind raced at an unprecedented urgence to find a way to counter her as she walked closer; should he fight fire with fire? In theory, if he casted his flame projector at the flames she casted at him, he could counter its motion and thus, disallow her flames from reaching him, sort of creating a barrier against her fire based attack with his own.

But who is to say she could not bend the flames jutting from his flame projector to her will? It was clear she had a mastery over fire and its properties; surely bending fire to her will was not beyond her skills, right?

Now there was a hypothesis he rather not put to the test. He no longer had room for even the smallest margins of error now.

Regardless, he needed more time; time to come up with a way to try and nullify the advantage the woman had over him now.

In an effort to gain more time to think, he sprung into action as quick as thought once she drew close enough; to avoid the torrential wave of flames she casted at him, and to take her by surprise, he brought himself low to a prone on the ground, and peeked from behind his cover, his right vambrace pointed at her.

With a distinct snap-hiss the clingwire shot free from his whipcord thrower, curled and coiled around her legs from the knees to the shin, snared her. Wasting not a second, the young man quickly brought himself, and kept the silenced blaster pistol trained at her. He squeezed off several shots at her in rapid succession as he shifted towards the nearest piece of cover in the back alley, away from her.

Time. He needed more time!

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She had him now.

He dove behind a dumpster in order to avoid Vahl's wrath. Ada smiled. That little move of his would give him enough time to try and do something devious. She'd learned his mannerisms now. So instead of letting the fire rage from both hands, she let up with one, channeling all the fire only through one.

The other she kept free for whatever he would try.

And try he did.

A wire shot out from behind the dumpster - not from straight ahead, but from the ground. Either way, the sudden movement had her instinctively raise a shield with the Force, the wire clashing harmlessly against it while some bolts followed to splash against it.
"You just don't learn, Mando." she smiled, letting up the torrent of fire. "Time to put you out of your misery."

The hand that had channeled fire gripped onto his retreating body with the Force. Then she lifted him high into the air before slamming him into the ground.

She just started to approach him to finish him off when sirens approached the alley. The Ember cursed. If she finished him off now, she'd get caught. Her eyes, like live flame, sparked in anger.
"This isn't finished, Mando." she hissed.

Then she faded into the shadows before Coruscanti police rushed into the alley.

 

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Foiled.

With a distinctive, pressurized snap-hiss he shot a coil of clingwire at his adversary, but she was quick to counter him; she had gotten the measure of him, and consciously began to take precautions against his attacks now. With barely an effort the deadly woman raised a hand forth as she continued casting a wall of flame towards him with the other, and, nullified his attempt at snaring her; the wire tangled as if onto an invisible pillar between him and his adversary, and fell onto the ground a moment later.

The short salvo of bolts he had set loose straight after his snare attempt had a similar effect; they smashed at a powerful thump, and dissipated against an invisible wall.

"You just don't learn, Mando." she smiled, letting up the torrent of fire. "Time to put you out of your misery."

Her remark earned her a vicious snarl out of him he didn't think he was capable of producing; he sounded wounded and in great pain, frustrated, but his resolve endured, fueled by hate and ambition to see the bounty through.

Thus The Misfit relented not, even in the face of the skillful assassin’s crafty nature, and he pressed on his efforts to gain more time, and obtain the upper hand once more; one of the very limited options he had now was melee, as much as it was highly dangerous. He needed to tackle her again, get physical with her once more.

For that he needed to get around the flames she casted upon him first.

With that in mind he was quick to roll to his right on the ground as the jet of flames jutted overhead, and brought himself up to his feet a moment after. Staying stationary not for even a second, he leapt to the right to get more distance from the flames, and moved to her left flank; his particle pistol brought to bear, he was just a heartbeat away from squeezing the trigger, and let loose a particle bolt at her center mass.

But before he could pull the trigger, and set one foot towards her at the same time, he felt that invisible yet always omnipresent hand wrap him entirely in its tight grasp. A golden particle bolt snapped past his intended target by several meters, as he no longer felt the ground beneath his feet. He was quick to realize what was about to happen to him.

Not again!

With the flick of her wrist and downward motion of her hand, he was sent crashing onto the ground, face down; what little air was left in his lungs by that point was completely ripped away, as the pain drew a sharp gasp out of his lips when he met the cold and hard ground; a near animal-like growl in profound agony followed in the gasps wake. His jaw clenched tight, as he tried to stave off this renewed tidal wave of pain.

A constant whish resounded in his ears; even the softest noise felt like a knife to the eardrums.

Every twitch and move of muscle felt like an impossible task now. They screamed in sharp protest as he shakily lifted his head to look at the assassin; with the help of the dim, weariful light of the street lamp not afar, he caught the faintly shining glimmer of his blaster pistol on the ground, just a few feet in front of him.

He refused to yield.

With immense effort he began crawling towards his blaster; <”Aaaah!!”> he finally yelped and howled in pain, as he could no longer hold his silence and bear with it. No amount of gritting his teeth helped him anymore. One hand after the other at a near-snail’s pace, he inched closer to his weapon, just as she began approaching him.

She was coming in for the kill.

But before she could come any closer, the sirens of patrol cars reached his ears, and resounded all around them.

Saved by the bell.

Her eyes, like live flame, sparked in anger.
"This isn't finished, Mando." she hissed.

His hands balled into fists in anger as he wearily continued his crawl to his weapon, sending a death glare at the flame-like haired woman; but he was quick to lose color in his sight with each passing moment. Colors appeared faded at first, then different shades of black and white but a moment after. Loss of perception soon followed, as he could no longer make out the finer details in her silhouette, before she slipped into the shadows.

Just a few moments after her disappearance, he could only see less than five feet in front of him by the time he heard a few pairs of footsteps from behind him, where the sirens were the loudest; his body finally denied the young Misfit consciousness soon after her disappearance, in the face of the immense pain she had subjected him to.

His world plunged into complete death-like darkness a heartbeat after.

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