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[Fawn Alzi]

Fawn twirled the hilt of her saber between her fingers as she stood in wait for her first opponent. The rain had finally stopped for the day, but that didn't matter to the gray sky as it remained just as gray and gloomy as it had been. It was the season of Celanon, she had been told, that resulted in such miserable weather. Well, miserable to some; Fawn rather enjoyed it.

She had been told that doing other people's dirty work didn't suit her, and so there she was, inside a dueling arena, certain that she could make at least something out of it. Her crude, wooden staff was lying against the outer edge of the ring, easily within reach of a quick force pull. It wasn't the grandest of rings in Celanon City, but the grandest rings had the grandest costs, as well as the grandest of waiting periods. Those that comprised the audience there were no doubt used to seeing dirtier fighting, and Fawn wasn't the least bit averse to dirt.

She had been expecting a man similar to her most recent employer, someone large and rough around the edges. What she wasn't expecting, however, was the one who did arrive to meet her in the ring.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Fawn Alzi"]

Alexandra was... not sober. That much was true as she was out on one of her more exciting trips. She had come to this world, to this city, looking for a fight and looking to sate the anger that she was feeling recently. She needed a good fight and for a bit she had been having alot of fun taking down opponents over the last few days. She had spent the last few days boxing though, not fighting in any of the rings, but someone had said to her in a nearby bar that this place was worth it.

Money aside, the promise of a good fight was all she needed and soon enough Alexandra found herself stretching out with her staff leaning against the wall of the entrance path into the ring. She had no illusions today, nor did she use her real name. As far as these people knew, she was Emilia Mareen, a dark haired Zorren woman who was floated between bars and fighting rings on many planets. She was in no way considered a superb fighter, mostly due to the fact she fight for the excitement and held back most of the time.

Today felt different though and she couldn't help but feel like it was going to be a good day. Her hand reached out and took the staff in hand before pushing out into the lights and blinking to clear her vision. Standing there was her enemy, a woman who looked quite interesting and who held a weapon she was more than familiar with. The staff she held was songsteel, a weapon that she could use without worry or need to apply the force to inorder for it to block sabers, but could do so to strengthen it if she so desired.

With a single bow, Alexandra listened as the two were introduced to the crowd, her eyes busy watching Fawn, waiting to see what the woman would tell her in her movements.

 

[Fawn Alzi]

Fawn rolled her eyes at the woman's courteous bow, thankful that it at least wasn't a curtsy. She had no time to return such a courtesy, as this woman before her had done nothing worthy of courtesy. Not for Fawn, at least. And not that it truly would have mattered what Alexandra had done. Fawn simply hated such forms of flattery.

She impatiently flickered her lightsaber on and off before tossing it into the air while it was a mere hilt, quickly taking a substantial step forward and using both hands to conjure a force blast towards her opponent in an attempt to catch her by surprise.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]​

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Fawn Alzi"]

Alexandra let her feet leave the ground as the blast of force energy came at her, a small barrier protecting her but not stopping the force of the burst. It let her be carried back safely, without wasting the effort on stopping the blast outright. She was interested in seeing what this woman could really do, but that required taking a few hits or two to coax the woman into becoming more aggressive. If Alexandra played the weakling for a short time she might get the woman to give it her all rather than question every movement.

Alexandra after all enjoyed the fight far more when there was some heart behind it and she grinned when her feet finally touched down again, twisting a bit in the air so that she landed without losing her balance. The shift of her staff left it to be turned out to the side waiting to see what she could do to deal with the woman. Sooner or later the saber would be used, or more extreme force powers may be implemented.

Which is why she was going to press the issue here and now, her hands tightening up as she started to sprint forward, looking for the first sign of another strike. She knew that she would be able to get out of the way the moment she needed to, but Alexandra would prefer a straight forward shot. Once close enough she would jab out with her arm, the staff more of an extension rather a weapon at this point as she aimed to ram the end of the staff into Fawn's stomach. It was a strike that was more than easily dodge-able by anyone with a small bit of training, which was what Alexandra expected from this woman.

 

[Fawn Alzi]

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]

Fawn twirled out of the way, swaying her hand in such a way to force pull her wooden staff into the action, sending it soaring towards Alexandra as her other hand powered on her lightsaber. The dance continued as Fawn used her momentum against her opponent as her saber came around with the twirl to strike at her opponent nearly the same time as the wooden staff was about to collide with her.

A grin of her own had appeared across Fawn's lips, merely enjoying the mixture of dancing and violence as she so often did. It wasn't sadistic or malevolent, but merely one of pure enjoyment.

 

[Alexandra Feanor]

[member="Fawn Alzi"]

Alexandra watched the saber leap from Fawn's saber, eyes focusing on that for a moment before simply changing her stance, feet moving back to the defensive as the strikes came for her, not sure if she had the time to block both strikes. Considering that fact, her staff came down and struck the saber hard, attempting to disarm Fawn for now while the wooden staff held by her opponent reached out to find its mark. Alexandra had little she could do as far as physically moving to block the strike, so instead her eyes shot to the staff and reached out with the force.

She was attempting to halt the staff in its place an ensure that the weapon did not meet its mark. If this worked, there would be a moment in which time stood still, with the weapons of both fighters halting in what ever position that they had moved to before the dance had halted. Alexandra would let out a breath she had been holding, eyes slowly running up to meet Fawns. In a few seconds more she would grin again and her body launched into motion, not distancing itself, not striking with her staff, no her body pushed off with the force and attempted to ram it's shoulder into Fawn's gut, knocking the wind from the woman.

 

[Fawn Alzi]

After failing to meet her mark with either of her weapons, Fawn watched as the silvery woman charged towards her, breaking her focus on her offensive and quickly moving out of the way, her shoulder being rammed instead of her gut as she spun around just slightly. The staff dropped to the ground, her element of surprise gone, and instead she held on to her lightsaber tightly in one hand, facing her opponent with an increasingly frustrated glare.

She wasn't facing a novice, nor was she facing an average woman. It was her own fault not sensing the force in her, but that had never been her strongest area. What was her strongest, however, was violence.

Fawn quickly pushed forth her left palm with its long, bony fingers and cast a force blast in Alexandra's direction, one that would have certainly caused its fair share of shredding harm if it landed.

[member="Alexandra Feanor"]​