Duel Legacy's Blood

[Rohrkell Vætir]

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The Morut, Hoylin​

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Despite its occupation, remnants of the Neo Crusaders had remained hidden amongst its forests and mountains. The Morut was abuzz with life as usual, hidden deep within the mountains of Hoylin under the nose of the High Republic, but today the air was charged with something else. Visiting Mandalorians from Clan Munin had arrived seeking resources to replenish their stocks. ​

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What should have been a simple exchange of resources and materials had escelated into a worse situation. Mandalorians from all clans had gathered in a large clearing, surrounding a young Fett and a Munin of roughly the same age, the Fett holding a smoking blaster and the Munin clutching their abdomen from where they had been shot. The parents of the Munin had rushed over to their wounded son, whilst the Fett parents had put themselves between her and the angry Munins. The altercation had instantly put the visiting Munins on edge as many of them had their hands on their weapons. The Hoylin Fetts and members from other Mandalorian clans that resided in the Morut saw this gesture and immediately reciprocated, expecting a firefight to break out. ​

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The father of the wounded Munin stood up and got up in the faces of the Fett's parents, red with rage as he shouted, "Is this how you treat your guests and allies in the Crusades? With a bolt to the stomach?" He was aggressively jabbing his finger into the Fett's chestplate, pushing forward to try and put the Fetts on their backfoot. The Fett father calmly spoke, "Your son was trying to cheat more than what he had bargained for. It is not our problem that he was caught trying to steal from us." The comment sent the Munin into a frenzy as he roared back, "STEAL? YOU ACCUSE MY SON OF BEING A THIEF?" Both fathers had their hands on their pistol, ready to fight.​

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A lone Mandalorian that had arrived with the Munin sat quietly in the background on a small stool, casually eating an apple as the altercation took place, brows piqued with interest. When it became clear that things were going to boil over, he tossed the apple to the side and stood, pushing his way through the crowd. Rohrkell put himself between the men, hands flat against their chestplates as he pushed them away from one another, "Let the Old Gods decide who was right and who was not. A blood duel as the ancestors did shall resolve the matter without everyone killing one another." ​

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The Munin grit his teeth as he looked from Rohrkell to the Fett, "And how will the Old Gods decide when my son is already wounded? He cannot fight as he is." Rohrkell smiled as he cocked his head towards the Munin, ​

"Then will you be his champion?"

Vilaz Munin
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[Vilaz Munin]

“I will.”
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A prideful voice spoke loud, commanding silence. The warrior of his clan did not have the chance to utter a word, nor would he. The ring of blaster fire alerted Vilaz and it did not take long to reach the scene of the incident. What was supposed to be a peaceful voyage could now potentially become a deadly skirmish between the two clans.

Who was in the right?

Who was lying?

Only blood would determine justice.

“If the boy was brave enough to draw his pistol, then he’s brave enough to draw his iron against anyone,” the old chieftain proclaimed loud and mighty for all to hear. A sword of beskar was unsheathed and his helmet removed, given to one of his sergeants. Mandalorian culture was brutal, especially to hardliners such as Munins and Fetts. The age of an adult to them was as young as thirteen, and it was norm yet cruel for younger warriors to fight against veterans.

A life lesson that life wasn’t fair and it was less so on a battlefield.

“I don’t have all day, boy.”​

 

[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a .F e t t

| Location | The Morut, Hoylin​

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Ripples of whispers moved through the group of gathered Mandalorians as Vilaz Munin stepped forward to volunteer himself to take the young Munin's stead. The father of the Fett raised his arm out to the side to push back their child. "If you will fight in the place of yours, then I shall fight in the place of mine." The Fett armorsmith stepped forward.​

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The moderating Mandalorian Rohrkell looked between the two with a smile as he spoke, "Tis only fair. The parent should take on the responsibilities of their child's behavior." ​

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A calm yet firm voice spoke from behind the crowd, "You will do no such thing Goran... Your opponent is Mand'alor the Unsung... The only opponent worthy enough to face the Alor of Munin would be myself..." Mandalorians turned and stepped aside as the Alor of Clan Fett stepped through the crowd. Her gaze shifted to Rohrkell as she continued, "An Alor is responsible for the actions of their clan; it is only fair that I be the one to bear the burden. Would that appease the Old Gods stranger?" The Mandalorian chortled excitedly - a blood duel between Clan Alors; such a momentous occasion that he had been allowed to witness, ​

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"Indeed, this would...The challenge has been issued and accepted. Let all present bear witness before the eyes of the Old Gods, and let Hod Haran and Kad Harangir protect the righteous!" ​

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She raised her hands to her helmet as she lifted it off her head, her dark eyes focused on Vilaz as she held her helmet out to be taken and held. The Fett armorsmith reached back as they unsheathed their beskad, offering it to Careena, the matriarch accepting it as she faced Vilaz. While she never forgave Vilaz for his past affiliations with the Sith, Clan Munin had been a loyal supporter of the Neo-Crusades, and in her mind, they were redeemed. She would go into this duel to the death with resolve and respect, for the Alor of Munin, and former Manda'lor deserved nothing less.​

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The Mandalorians present stepped back to form a ring, the air tense as silence fell upon them. ​

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One would stand...​

...and one would fall.​

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Vilaz Munin ​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

He was unimpressed with the Fetts, the father wanting to shield this boy from his actions by offering to take his stead. It would not suffice Vilaz, though he wouldn’t protest and take the father’s life before challenging the boy in question. His mouth opened only to remain in silence when a certain woman appeared. Someone that was more worthy of his respect and acknowledgement.

Careena’s intervention would be honored to avoid a massive conflict; however…

“When I am through with you, Careena, the boy is next.”

…not a threat, a promise as everyone knew the former Akaan delivered on his promises. He would still have the boy’s blood to satisfy the debt.

The crowd gathered in a large circle, silence settled before iron would strike.

Vilaz would not wait and would be the first to attack, it would be pathetic a man of his reputation to stand waiting for the storm instead of confronting it head on. With a push from his jet pack, the momentum would greatly apply into the slash he dared at the Matriarch’s face.

Careena Fett​

 

[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a .F e t t

| Location | The Morut, Hoylin​

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The matriarch said nothing in response to Vilaz's response, knowing full well that he would deliver on it if he survived the duel. But talk was cheap amongst battle-hardened warriors. His intention was heard and acknowledged, and all Careena could do was be the one to decide what became of everyone should she be the one to remain standing. She would not disrespect Vilaz with banter or cheap remarks.​

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Vilaz wasted no time in delivering his wrath as he shot towards her with his jetpack. Her blade came up at an angle as she shifted her body in the direction of the incoming swing, blades clashing as she redirected his beskad along the edge of hers away from her face, supporting the blunt end with her other hand to mitigate the intensity of the strike. ​

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Melee combat was not her ideal place to fight, being a sniper, but she had trained tirelessly to ensure that it would not be her fatal flaw. Her body shifted and twisted with the parry as Vilaz was now in range, swinging her beskad-wielding arm's elbow into his side, the edge of her blade offering her a shielded defense from a retaliatory strike. Time and many battles had hardened them; a single mistake easily resulting in a quick, decisive death. ​

Vilaz Munin ​

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Her elbow struck against beskar armor, there was no consequence for him to be concern about. Only the strength of her force could be felt ringing throughout his body and challenged his stance, though he did not falter an inch. There were noticeable gaps between the armor, a common weakness for the style of armor they pridefully wore on their persons.

It did not matter if she raised her blade to defend herself, he still committed. He wanted to break her down, tire her body. There was only so much a wall could withstand before a hole punching through. He struck again with his beskad slashing at her upper torso, and a foot stomping at her knee.

Which front would she defend from his offense?

Careena Fett​

 

[Careena Fett]

C a r e e n a .F e t t

| Location | The Morut, Hoylin​

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Of course, the elbow to Vilaz would have little effect, as it bounced off his armor. A probing strike at best, a test to see if there were any underlying injuries or weaknesses that could be exploited. Vilaz was sturdy, and his unwavering stance was a clear enough indication that any further attempts to grapple with him or contest him in a battle of strength and endurance would result in an ill-fated end.​

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Careena's blade blocked the incoming strike from Vilaz's blade, sparks skittering as his blade was deflected upwards along its edge. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the sudden movement of her opponent's legs. Getting her leg crippled in the middle of the fight was an instant death sentence. ​

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Her guard against Vilaz's beskad slackened as she felt it drive her own blade back, sacrificing space in favor of losing her leg in the middle of combat. She activated her rocket boots as the targeted knee shot upwards to avoid being shattered, sending it up into his side as she attempted to twist her body and shift her positioning to keep from getting forced into a cornered and compromised stance.​

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Vilaz Munin ​