Shouldn't Have Said That One Word

[Vilaz Munin]

Antecedent

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He wasn't here to rob casinos, ruin hotels, or cause a tragedy to the economy of Antecedent. Oh, no, the Bounty Hunter was here to teach someone a lesson and those lessons usually ended up leaving his pupil in a critical situation that could put their health in a life-threatening situation. Honor was something that Vilaz took very serious, and anyone that would insult his honor or think of them superior than him would typically end up with several monomolecular tipped bolts on their body as if their body was a dart board.

He could shrug off the insults that this particular person made behind his back, but it was getting out of hand since many foreigners asked him if these rumors and insults were true.

The Mandalorian stalked the streets with his beskar'gam as his attire, Orar'bev in hands, two WESTAR 34 pistols in their respective holsters, a Fett-Kal knife that was sheathed and hanging on his utility belt, and two flashbangs. He questioned those that walked on the street for this [member="Nyx"] and showed disclosed images about her. He would stop until he taught this girl a lesson which would help her survive the obstacles of life.

That is if she can endure the wrath of Vilaz.

 

[Nyx]

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Nyx didn't exactly keep her location a secret. From the beginning, the young woman was never big on 'subtlety'. Fresh from her latest stint in prison, the orphan had decided to head to the one place that really offered asylum these days: Antecendent. The planet had plenty of casinos and the like to forget all her troubles in, and right now, Nyx needed to forget all of her troubles.

". . .and never come back!"
Nyx gave a yelp as she was thrown out of the casino, the large Trandoshan dusting off of his hands as he headed back inside, throwing her belongings out after her. The woman could likely skin the lizard alive, but she didn't feel like going through the trouble at that moment. So she gathered her sword and her two revolvers, and adjusted her Glistaweb jacket. What a bunch of dick heads.
Stumbling through the streets, Nyx kicked at the sidewalk, upset that she had been kicked out of yet another casino. Unknown to her, she was about to have an entirely different problem.
As [member="Vilaz Munin"] asked about her whereabouts, he would be pointed to the alleyway where Nyx was currently loitering, a cigarra hanging from her mouth as she planned her next move.
She had no idea what was about to come her way.

 

[Keira Priest]

Just like old times. It had been over a decade since Keira had set foot on Antecedent, but after the takeover of the planet by the Black Ties she had made up for lost time fairly quickly. There had been more to eliminating any rivalry and competition than what had transpired those first few days, and she along with a handful of others had taken care of the rest of the majority in the weeks that followed. Then had come returning the criminal economy of the planet to its former strength, and ensuring the Casino returned to its place as a viable fully-functioning business. Her task there had been security, something she dared to say she excelled at, though it only really involved handling the patrons that got too rowdy. Much like what had happened to [member="Nyx"], in fact.

When her shift was over - if it could even really be called that - she typically took to wandering the neon-lit world, having no care for where she ended up, simply wasting time. It was that she was again doing, meandering absently through the streets and alleys, still retaining something of a mental map of the planet from the years previous. Her dress was casual, and she wore her leather jacket as always. Her lightsaber was displayed openly on her hip, blaster pistol on the other, CW-77 on her right forearm and combat knife sheathed on the left. Just because this was home turf didn't mean it was safe, and she blamed a part of her paranoia on the events that had taken place when she had first arrived on-planet as an adolescent.

And it seemed her preparedness wasn't for naught, as a vaguely familiar presence touched on her senses after an hour or so of walking, give or take. It was one she recalled for the wrong reasons, though arguably he was a friendly entity now, given her allegiance to the Mandalorians in the form of the newly dubbed Mandalorian Empire. However, his being here spelled nothing more than bad news in her eyes, and so with some kind of anticipation for a fight she altered her course to intercept his.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"Thanks," the Mandalorian said as a group of rag-tag troublemakers told him the whereabouts of this Nyx. He thought he was going to have to interrogate people in order to get to find this woman who didn't had the proper courage to say these insults and false information to his face. Of course, if that would've happened Nyx would be in a much better situation than she was now, for showing some courage to him; however, that wouldn't happen on this very night of Antecedant.

He walked towards the alleyway with a style of anger within every step he took. There was a Mythosaur within him, and that animal didn't mind others as it was tamed and domesticated by Vilaz himself. Back in his past, he was the aggressive and unfriendly type as he would discriminate everyone despite their culture, race, gender, species, and sexuality. In time, Vilaz turned away from that stance and would put those attitudes of his in check. Nowadays, he was indifferent of non-Mandalorians and had a friendly attitude with his comrades, but whenever decided to test the limits and boundaries of the Redneck, then they were in for a harsh treat and would get nothing but extensive and extreme damages from the Bounty Hunter.

Orar'bev was in hand and the Field Marshal stopped in his tracks, a few feet away from Nyx, and quickly observed the woman. "You Nyx," the Warrior asked and noticed how lightly armed she was.

This will take a damn minute.

He would react once he received a proper answer from the woman.

[member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Nyx"]

 

[Nyx]

As Nyx loitered, she considered what she was going to do next. Antecedent was started to get boring for her. She'd already fought everyone worth fighting, already been kicked out of every place worth getting kicked out of. So, what was she supposed to do now? Hmm. She could always go back to Coruscant. But then again, there were Sith there, and even Nyx wasn't stupid enough to pick a fight with a Sith Lord. Well, that wasn't quite true, but the point was still there. Narr Shaddaa was also just as boring, now, ever since the Techno Union had taken the place, though they had recently fallen apart. Good riddance, bunch of corporate shills.
She could always keep trash talking that koochoo [member="Vilaz Munin"]. Nyx rather enjoyed smack talk, though Force only knows how many times her mouth had gotten her in trouble. But she always pulled through, even if meant a bit more prison time.
Her internal musings were interrupted as a man in some kind of armor walked up to her, some kind of weird animal by his side. Oh, great, another weirdo. She began to inhale to speak-

"You Nyx,"

She knew that voice. Well, she supposed it was only a matter of time before this schutta found her. She took another puff of her cigarra, considering her options. If this was Vilaz, then that was beskar, and a Mythosaur. None of her weapons could pierce that armor. She had to stall, make him mad, get him to make a mistake. Luckily, if there was one thing Nyx was good at, it was making others mad.
So, what did she do? She exhaled a cloud of cigarra smoke into his armored face, her smirk never leaving her face.
"Sorry, I don't talk to pansies. Might wanna try Alderaan, I heard your people like it there."

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Sometimes Keira wondered why she even bothered when it came to old flames such as this, but that wasn't the case with this one. There was a time and place to make amends, and this wasn't quite it. Closure hadn't come in any form for the two of them despite them more or less being on the same side at this point, though a rift had been torn with the recent flourishing of the Empire and her adoptive brother's claiming of the title of Mand'alor. Besides, the saying 'A Mandalorian never forgets' existed for a reason. Despite only having taken up the banner not more than a few months ago, she had learned that part quickly. Or perhaps it had always been ingrained within her somewhere. Either way, there was a score to settle.

Once he came into sight her progress slowed, and she noted he was preoccupied with a woman she could only assume to be the target of some kind of bounty. All the better if his attention was divided, she supposed, though this would have been arguably easier alone. Still that did little to stop her approach, and less to restrain anything she had to say, "Hey, shabuir. Yeah, I'm talking to you, Munin, you di'kutla shebs." Her hand brushed across the hilt of her saber, though that wouldn't be the weapon she went for if he chose to attack. Not with that crossbow, anyhow. "Mind telling me what business you have here? Did somebody hurt your feelings, or is this just another mark?"

[member="Nyx"], [member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

This low-life girl was just digging her grave even deeper and deeper with every word and syllable that came out from that mouth of hers. There was a smirk on Vilaz's face...a smirk of victory and dominance over someone. No worries. That mouth ain't gonna have its hinges anymore. The Field Marshal didn't let his feelings and emotions get the best of him when the girl insulted about him and his culture. Indeed, he was very sensitive to defending the honor of his and the Mandalorians, but what was before him was just a lost cause. He knew he was better than her; he knew that she was nothing when compared to him (in combat and social manner); and he knew that this girl wasn't that big of a threat.

"Any last words before I wipe that mouth from ya," the Mandalorian said in victorious tone as he allowed the woman to say whatever else she wanted to say from that mouth of hers.

But then came someone that Vilaz really despised of. He remembered than tone and accent of that one specific woman that cost him the bounty on Cryax Bane several years ago, but that wasn't it. No, he remembered when she aided the Primeval on Wayland against the Mandalorians which was something he would never forgive her about. What was even worse was that she was using Mando'a as she spoke to him. She dared to use that tongue in a conversation with him? His back was facing Keira and his head turned to the left until he could no longer turn it. From the corner of his eye he could see her and saw her hand touching the hilt of her saber. Like that's gonna help ya. He wasn't going to explain this woman his motives, but he would respond back to her.

"Don't talk to me with that damn tongue of yours, dar'manda," he would tell her and insult her at the same time. Just after he said that the Warrior would then turn around, aimed Orar'bev at the figure of Keira, and fired a monomolecular tip bolt at high speeds. As for Nyx, the Bounty Hunter would grab hold of Orar'bev with his right arm and would extend his left arm which pointed to the ground surrounding Nyx. The anti-personnel miniature rocket from Vilaz's wrist rocket would launch at Nyx in a diagonal line aiming for the duracrete she was standing on.

[member="Keira Ticon"], [member="Nyx"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Mere seconds after the bolt was fired the particle shield within her cybernetic limb materialized, and not a second too late, as Keira was driven backwards a few feet by the sheer force of that single shot alone. As that bolt fell to the ground that defensive measure shimmered out of existence, and she rolled her shoulder in order to work the impact from the joint, moving forward until she reached the same distance that had separated them before, remaining obstinate as always. He was just as arrogant as she remembered, though each of them had changed in their own ways regardless. If one thing was certain, age had begun to catch up with them, though their skill hadn't abandoned them just yet.

"Dar'manda?" She laughed quietly, shaking her head with a crooked smile. "At least I follow the Mand'alor. What does it say about a council in the Resol'nare?" A half rhetorical question, though she expected him to have an answer for her regardless. Without any further hesitation she reached out with the ethereal, that invisible grasp attempting to clamp onto his crossbow in a vice grip before she wrenched her hand to the side in a bid to throw the weapon from his grip entirely. That would level the playing field a touch more, though she knew he wasn't far from over when it came to this fight. "C'mon, then. Hit me with your best shot." She shifted her feet shoulder width apart, inclining her head for him to continue.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Satisfied, yet dissatisfied of the outcome of his first attack of their duel. Last time when they fought the bolt went through her side and imprinted a scar on her body. He was expecting the same process to happen, but he knew that things don't happen a second time. "I see you've got half the mind to come prepared this time, Ticon. Let's see if you're a real challenge now," he said and offered insult to her. They always fought to have the last word whether it was combat or a discussion, and Vilaz wanted to prove his superiority to the woman and have the last word of this saying.

A heavy exhale came from his nostrils as he heard Keira's comment regarding of the Clans' council and the Empire's Mandalore. The smile of her face just earned her a glare behind his helmet, and he wouldn't allow the wannabe Mandalorian have a point over that matter. "Better watch your mouth, sunshine. At least I'm not a wannabe Mando that thinks it's okay to act like one after what happened on Wayland and Roche." That should sink in on her. That seemed like a good counterargument of what she was saying since what he said was somewhat true with no false claims. Then an invisible force had a grip of his crossbow and tugged it away from him which landed a few feet from him. So she wanted to make this personal in close quarters? Well so did the Field Marshal. "You asked for it," and then drew out his pistol on his left and his Fett-Kal knife on his right, and began shooting volleys of blaster fire at her while approaching her in a fast paced walk. The plasma projectiles could be deflected from her saber, but he was going to do whatever it takes to show her who was the real and tough Mandalorian.

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

If he wanted to play that game, Keira wouldn't be too far behind. Her right hand drew the combat knife from its sheathe, left palming her saber and igniting the blade. Just as was predicted she was able to deflect the shots rather easily, just the same as their first encounter. In that same realm, it would take more than a few potshots with a blaster to bring her down. And this time she was far more prepared to bring things up close and personal, having honed her talents in more realms of combat than just those typical to a Force sensitive. The typical blade fit just as easily in her hand as a lightsaber now, and she was just as capable with either. The only inconvenience of not having her armor this go around was that things would drag on for a bit longer.

One shoulder raised in a shrug at his comments. "What of it? Chit happens. Cin vhetin, remember?" Or so went the philosophy that when one took on the mantle of Mandalorian, all their past offenses were absolved in order to effectively grant the individual a second chance at life. She wouldn't give him a trump card that easily, because this time she had more of a reason to know when she was on the right side. "Let's think about this for a second. When Mand'alor calls everyone's supposed to rally, right?" That was the last tenet of the guiding creed, after all. "That's what makes us who we are, following that leader that's earned the respect of every Mando'ade. So I guess that would make your lot dar'manda. Funny how that works."

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Alas, every blaster bolt that spewed out with every pull of the trigger would be deflected into some random direction. Some would find their mark on the Redneck, but his military-grade personal shield would active to protect him and his armor from the damage of the hit. Finding no luck on breaking Keira's defenses Vilaz would holster his pistol and make way to the his opponent. She was too lucky that it wasn't another monomolecular bolt at three miles per second because that would put her in her place; however, the Field Marshal wanted to do that in close quarters because it meant much more than doing it by a firearm.

"Hah, don't make me laugh, Ticon. You think anyone would give you a second chance? Give me a break. I didn't know you were a jester as well," he said while still hitting her with words. Then came again the comparison of the Mandalorian Empire and the United Clans. There was no way that Vilaz was going to follow a fake leader that picked up the helm without declaring himself and challenging those who opposed him. Reason there was a Council was because no one felt half the leader to have such a burden on their shoulders and carry the Mandalorians on the unknown road. Perhaps there would be a true Mandalore, but in the meantime all was good with the Council that they had. "We don't follow a fake leader that declares himself as Mandalore and doesn't challenge anyone who doesn't like it, Ticon. Y'all are just piss, poor examples of Mandalorians. Maybe to y'all's blind eyes we're dar'manda, but at the end of the day me and my lot are the true Mandos. We don't have a true leader, but once we have one we'll follow his orders to the last letter."

Finally, there was no chasm between the two as they were in hand-to-hand range. The alchemized trench knife in his right rose and was firm in his fighting stance. "Your move, dar'manda."

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

"You don't like it, do something about it. Go to Echoy'la and challenge him yourself. The only reason he had to claim the title in the first place was because none of you have the gettse to do it yourselves." The Clans had grown weak and stagnant, in her mind, and she had abandoned both them and the Republic for a cause far more worthwhile. At the very least the Empire was making themselves out as a power to be feared, whereas the Clans had retreated to the realm of politics rather than combat. Wordlessly Keira disengaged her saber, hooking it at her waist and flexing her cybernetic limb, combat knife held in her off-hand. Here was a fighting style she hadn't conceded to for quite some time. This would be fun. And perhaps a bit educational for the both of them.

Her blade was held in a reverse grip, and she matched his fighting stance. "You're right, a lot of people wouldn't give me a second chance. But you're doing that right now. This is round two, after all." She cocked her head to one side. "You don't want to make the first move? Hu'tuun." In the next few seconds she made her move, attacking in a flurry of short strikes and stabs, cybernetic left arm poised to take up the weapon if it proved necessary. Let the games begin.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

He expo nothing less from that mouth of hers. It just opens and never closes, and just say illogical and meaningless things. Why was Vilaz going to challenge a fake leader? There was no logic in that. If the Verd had done what he did but challenged everyone before him instead of hiding behind the curtain, then this discussion wouldn't be happening. No need to be angered by these nonsensical words. "Save yourself some saliva, girl. Best keep your head in the game," the Field Marshal said to her and didn't doubt that more words would come out from Keira's mouth.

His dinu'ul shield was activated on his left hand, yet he had to turn off the personal shield of his armor in order to use the energy shield on his hand. Not a big deal since the two were fighting with knives and their fist...for now. When Keira commenced the fight metal would ring and echo in the alley. Their blades danced as they parried each other's attacks. As one of Keira's strikes came Vilaz used his left hand and deflected it away from him, and he would attack her with his right leg at her left calf with speed.

"You haven't shown any improvement at all, Ticon. A Padawan could do better than that."

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

"You're a Jetii now, huh?" Words were her distraction, as was her falling to one knee after his kick to her calf connected. And that was all she needed. When next he struck with his blade Keira merely reached up with her left hand - the cybernetic - halting the path of the weapon inches from the false limb as if it was being held in place by an imaginary force. In reality she had activated the repulse hand built into the prosthetic, it acting as a replacement for her ethereal talents that would have otherwise served to do the same. Most importantly, it gave her time. If he was right about one thing, it was not giving her a second chance. And that was the mistake he had just made.

In a split second she deactivated her repulse hand, moving to the side and hopefully leaving him unbalanced with all that had been holding him upright gone. Capitalizing on that, she would reach out for the back of his helmet with her right hand, attempting to pull it off and leave him at the very least partially vulnerable. With her left hand she would make a punch towards his head. Assuming all of her strikes were successful they would make for a dizzying combination that would hopefully be overwhelming enough to bring him down a notch or two. She had improved, far more than he was aware. And she was having fun.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

Her words were no distraction to him. She wasn't the first combatant to taunt or make some comment that would get on his nerves. Oh, no, whenever he sparred with anyone there sure we're words thrown into the air to try to render the concentration of his. He was battle hardened like an ironclad, and the dents and marks of his armor proved of that. Not just his armor, but also the ranks that he carried within the clans Being the Head of the Clan meant that he was one of the wisest and strongest Warriors of the Munins, and being a Field Marshal meant that he was one of the many strongest and wisest people amongst the United Clans.

And he would show to this particular being of his extreme skills that were taught to him when he could walk and talk.

Admittedly, he was surprised to see his strike being halted by Keira's left hand; however, he assumed that she was using the Force due to his knowledge of her having access to that mystical tool, but what he didn't know was that it was the work of the repulse hand from the Ticon. Indeed he would lose his balance after the maneuver from his adversary, but she wouldn't find any luck when she attempted to pull off his helmet as he swat it away with his right hand when he turned around to face the woman. While he did prevent Keira from taking off his helmet, the same couldn't be said for her punches. The metal of her hand would impact on the beskar of the helmet and did cause some minor dizzying, but it would've been much worse if his helmet wasn't on.

His turn now. Vilaz's head would then duck from an incoming punch and his two hands would reach for the back of her head, but he wasn't going to try ant take off her helmet. Oh, no, instead he would attempt to pull her head down and the Warrior would say, "Jet," and the flames of his jetpack would come to life. His intention was to knee Keira's head with a huge magnitude of force thanks to his jetpack which would boost him in the air, and he would come back to the ground from the little distance he was in the air.

"Had enough?"

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

What her opponent seemed to forget was that Keira was just as experienced, holding ranks equivalent to his own within the Mandalorian Empire. Being the Al'nau'ramikad - or Lord Commander - of the Mandalorian Knights was no small task, nor was having a seat on the Rayshe'a, the guiding council second only to Mand'alor himself. Certainly holding those titles may have bred some form of arrogance, but once one had held the number of positions she had under many a banner, such a thing was nearly inevitable. There was no doubt that she was indeed a skilled warrior, and that by itself was a non-issue. The real problem was that she was well aware of that fact.

His strategy was something she genuinely appreciated, but she would have been able to appreciate it a touch better had it not been utilized against her. As it stood his knee would impact not against her skull, but rather the particle shield within her cybernetic. Even then she was still unbalanced, having to flip backwards in order to regain her footing, planting on the ground with her right hand and managing to land more or less steadily on her feet. Just like that the shield was disengaged, and she stood there for a few seconds simply observing him, reaching up to brush dark locks out of her eyes with a crooked smile. He knew this game just as well as her, and that was what made this all worthwhile.

With a twitch of her fingers her knife was once more in her hand, having been dropped and all but forgotten in the recent up close and personal scuffle. For a few seconds she considered the weapon before sheathing it. That would come back into play later. For now, a more violent display of her capabilities. And so she released a burst of the Force that cracked like a gunshot, one that carried enough energy to send a grown man off his feet if it connected fully. One much like her current adversary, in fact. "Oh, hell no. I'm just getting started."

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

He was very irritated when he noticed that the particle shielding which enveloped around the Ticon protected her from the sheer kinetic energy of his attack. Such attack would probably cause her to be dizzy and nothing more than that since her helmet would protect her from getting a broken nose and a broken jaw. If only that particle shield didn't existed, then maybe he would have the higher ground than. This would cause him to deactivate dinu'ul on his left wrist and activate the "both" mode of his Paragon personal shield which would create both molecular and particle shielding around him. Now he would be protected from energy and kinetic forms of attack. Nevertheless, whether his attack didn't cause that much damage it would send a message to his opponent of one that went under the lines of, "Do not screw around with me." Lucky she was to have that shielding protect her from his knee.

Probably should've just take her down on the ground.

Then another attack came from the woman, one that was in the form of the Force. While it really wasn't devasting to him it would, however, send him off of his feet and would be sent meters across from Keira. The Warrior would use his momentum and roll into a kneeling position. It was quite a large gap to bridge in order to get back to close quarters range. The Bounty Hunter would then activate his jetpack, once again, to close in on Keira. Ad Vilaz began to descend back to the ground, he would extend his arm and spew out plasma bolts at his opponent from his Dur-24 wrist laser. Right before he would land on the duracrete floor, the Field Marshal would use his right hand and punch down on top of Keira's. Sure, maybe the shield would react to his attack, but it was worth a shot. To top it off, he gave a left uppercut from his left hand.

And if the Ticon wanted to deal some damage she would be encounter with his own shielding as well.

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

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It was a shame that tidal wave of the ethereal hadn't swept him entirely off his feet, but Keira tucked that minor annoyance away for later. At the moment there were blaster bolts flying towards her to worry about, though a few sweeps of her lightsaber once it thrummed to life did well to solve that problem. As always, he continued to press the issue. As Mandalorians they were far from one-trick ponies, and he was no exception. Almost as soon as the bolts had been sent into oblivion he was pressing the advantage, causing her to deactivate the blade and clip it at her belt, taking a step back as he advanced in order to solidify her footing. He was faster than she remembered, or maybe she was just getting old. But then, the both of them were.

Her cybernetic left reached up to catch his right fist as it slammed down on a crash course for her head, his armored fist sparking slightly against the phrik plating. Should he not wrench his hand from her artificially enhanced grasp she would push that hand to the side, reaching up with her right to divert the uppercut, though it still clipped across her jaw and knocked her head back. Stumbling backwards a few feet she probed her jaw slightly, searching for anything out of place and finding no discrepancies. There would be a bruise later, and she spit blood on the ground, but neither was anything new. This was just like her old brawling matches years ago, though with a bit more on the line.

Taking a few steps forward to close the gap between them yet again, she only stood there, taking some semblance of a ready stance. "Gonna hide behind that shield of yours for the rest of the fight?"

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

The smile of satisfaction was all over his face as his left uppercut had made contact with Keira's jaw and caused her stumble back a few feet from where she stood. Of course, she couldn't physically see it as his helmet concealed his face from the world, but Vilaz knew that Keira knew how he good he felt from that uppercut he gave to her. But he was far from done. Oh, no, he wasn't going to stop with that sweet uppercut and Keira knew that more than anyone. Hell, everyone knew that Vilaz would never stop until he had successfully subjugated his opponents.

And with that being said, he took a few steps forward to close the gap between them once again.

He didn't respond back to her question. Instead, he disabled it and gave a question of his own to the woman. "How did that uppercut felt, Ticon? Cause it felt amazing to me," the Munin said with a happy and pleasing tone from his voice. Not waiting for Keira's own response or attack, the Bounty Hunter would punch, with his left hand, right at Keira's left ribs and would continue with a combination with his right leg kneeing her in the gut.

[member="Keira Ticon"]

 

[Keira Priest]

Her reaction was a touch quicker this time, and she was able to block his punch with her left, cybernetic forearm, pushing it away and negating the strike. When his knee rose up she hooked her right hand under it and pulled up as hard as she could, hopefully unbalancing him and causing him to fall flat on his back. Should that prove successful she would punch towards his head once again with her left arm, the hit fully capable of inflicting death or at the very least serious injury if it connected in full. Hand-to-hand combat wasn't her forte, at least in proper, but street-fighting and underhanded tactics were something she specialized in. Honor may have been prominent in her adopted culture, but in her mind an honorable fight was secondary to survival.

"Be careful what you say, Munin. Might find yourself on the wrong end of something worse than that." Regardless of whether her attack connected in full or not she would distance herself from any immediate retaliation, flexing her right hand just slightly. "C'mon, then. This is still the beginning, unless you think you can't handle anymore."

[member="Vilaz Munin"]