Punch It

[Lynette Lykova]

Massa Village
Kashyyyk

It was late morning among the wooden slats of the Wookiee village. Graceful and curving. Light and prosperous was her ascent. There was a certain modern beauty to the way these furry creatures lived. Mixing the old in with the new. There was absolutely nothing barbaric about the way the Wookiees lived these days. Their rugs, and banners, and tribal craftsmanship was all full of class and mixtured style. A world were one couldn't tell the lowest red graffiti from the shaman's holiest white mural. It was down right inspiring at times. Especially since they now weaved more than just wood, and iron, and plasteel, and exotic jewels. These tall creatures could do it all, it seemed.

Lynette stood out on a grand wooden balcony promenade. Well hoisted into the air, she easily overlooked the waterway down below. It was wide, open, and spacious in every way. She mused that perhaps the Wookiees used this circular space to decorate for weddings or lavish parties. The view was purely divine overlooking the waterfalls and the artistry with which the wood floor was carved was simply adamant in it's excesses. Surely this giant promenade had once been host to a full void of fireworks and celebrations. Yet, now empty and serene. It's full landscape removed from all hazards and washed flat in the pure thrill of imagination.

Yes. It was perfect. This grand flat space It would nicely for today. After all. They still had some practicing to do.

Lynette had parked her vehicle down by the ruddy coast with the other foreign vehicles. Walking up the coastline pier and the rest of the way by foot and by bridge. The late morning still held a tint of hustle and bustle down on the busy river below. Yet, the Wookiee boats never past close enough to hear their motors.

She reached down into her long pale shearling coat and withdrew her pitch black phone. Checking her messages to see if [member="Setter Ryburn"] would be late. This was a business meeting after all. Setter supposedly had a book that detailed how to beat a Jedi Knight in one-on-one combat. Fist to fist. So to speak. Well. Surely though. If such a book ever existed? Wouldn't somebody have unearthed it's vaulted secrets to the wider world by now. Hmph. Wouldn't the holonet be abuzz with it's rumors and it's secret power. Well... Doubtful. She would just have to see this secret technique for herself. Even if it meant getting a little... dirty, too.

Eww.

 

[Setter Ryburn]

He was there already, wrapping his hands. Dark-red wraps going over and over, protecting his knuckles from potential harm. He heard the Jedi approach, rising to a stand, and tossed a spare wrap over to her. She wanted to learn, he was here to teach. But that didn't mean he had to be nice about it. Setter wasn't a pleasant person- especially to Jedi. He distrusted them, for good reason.

But that was for another time.

He assumed that she knew how to wrap her hands as a Jedi, forgoing that lesson. He turned and spit, staring at the Jedi for a moment before speaking. Setter had an unnerving way of looking at people, even moreso the way he acted. He emanated death, violence and hatred of most (if not all) things. It made sense why he was a Shockboxer. It was a brutal, fast, violent melee that left your opponent broken, bruised, bloodied, and confused.

It overwhelmed people with speed and violence, and didn't give them an inch. It required brutality, speed, strength, and ferocity. Something that Jedi were often lacking, or not willing to tap into. He gestured to the wraps.

"How much do you know about shockboxing, before we start?"

[member="Lynette Lykova"]

 

[Lynette Lykova]

She was almost startled to discover Setter had arrived before her. Well... Good. Her kind could appreciate punctuality. Alas. His lack of good graces was sorely noted.

"Shock, boxing?"

She slithered the words with distaste. It was obvious she knew little about it. Especially when she sighed and let the hand wraps trail past her, onto the floor. On purpose.

"I'm sorry. Am I to assume your here to teach me about traditional boxing? Well..." She scoffed and placed her hands on her fuzzy white hips, "I admit. I was hoping for something more apocryphal."

She soured her pursed lips and bladed her eyes at the man. Wondering if his lack of manners was due to a tripe distaste of her scheduling habits or just, her blue hair. Either way. She stood motionless for only a mere moment before beginning to disrobe.

"Very well. I'll not let the good morning come to nothing."

She took off her long fur coat and tossed it loosely onto the ground. Thousands of credits just lumped onto the floor. Such a waste.

"I should warn you though. I have been trained in Republic CQC by a veteran pilot of the Omega Protectorate. So you'll find my novice'ish habits tempered somewhat by good battle."

She stood tall and regal now. Clad only in her dark bodysuit and knee-high boots. Both of extravagant expense, naturally. She did not pick up the hand wraps either.

"Now. Shockboxing, was it? ...Mm. Very well Master Ryburn. You may begin."

Ha. Yeah.

As if he needed this Magi Princesses permission anyway.

[member="Setter Ryburn"] |​

 

[Setter Ryburn]

"I was trained by [member="Kaiden Rohn"]." He left it at that, and put up his hands in a traditional Shockboxing stance.

"See- you fight from the balls of your feet like so- with your leg positioned that your moving with your back leg as your launching point. Your front leg-" He gestured to his right leg, slightly bent, but balanced on the balls of his feet.

"Your feet are never more than less than shoulder width apart- so you're never really off balance. You fight from-" He put his fists up near his cheekbones. "Here, and about three inches away. Never give the enemy space to hit yourself with yourself. Take the stance, and I'll show you how to punch- and where."

[member="Lynette Lykova"]

 

[Lynette Lykova]

Straight to business then. Well. Fair enough.

"As you say."

Lynette complied with his instructions. Taking a balanced stance and holding her hands just so. Admittedly, one should never fight in heels. However, Force Speed didn't really care what shoes you wore. Only that you kept going. Faster and faster. ...Still. Lynette was never one to scoff at combat training. Even back on her home world, surrounded by pomp and circumstance. A true leader never forgot where the power came from. The necessity of the sword, and the importance of it's respect and fear in the eyes of the little people. So if Ryburn wanted her to dance? Well. Then dance she would.

After all. It might just keep her alive one day.

Setter had about thirty pounds and a few inches on Lynette too. Something she knew well would place her at a competitive disadvantage among humanoids. Luckily, rare was the day when Lynette ever outweighed her opponent. She was used to fighting up hill, through the snow, to get to school, both ways. Throw in a little space magic and the biological hazards of Sithspawn or mental expertise of a Sith Sorcerer and... Well.

Let's just say she was glad they were boxing today. Boxing was down right chummy compared to that other crazy chit.

Bleh.

Anyway. She didn't talk. She just followed instructions and listened like a hawk. This, she could do.

[member="Setter Ryburn"] |​