The Grande Tourney of Rhun

[Tanith Alde]

Roster:

[member="Sirius Nova"]
[member="Poro"]
[member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]
[member="Jynx"]
Valentinian Alexandruss III
@Darth Validra




First Event: The Grande Melee!

Combatants may test eachother's steel in the ring of honor. A position has been marked at the foot of the citadel for contends to rest in before the fight begins. Only melee weapons are permitted, no lightsabers. Personal armor may be worn, but points will be detracted for it. The fights are only to the first blood, that is, the first serious wound. Not to the death.

 

[Tanith Alde]

Valentinian stepped up to the podium before the arena. "Friends, Both Old and New, I welcome you to Rhun. I trust you all to fight to the best of your ability, and bring honor to your houses. But first, Join me for the National Anthem."


As he stepped back music would begin flaring, and those nearest would begin the anthem:

Let Naboo boast of her gay gilded waters
Her vines and her bowers and her soft sunny skies
Her sons drinking love from the eyes of her daughters
Where freedom expires amid softness and sighs

Rhun's black mountains wild where cliffs are piled
Towering in grandeur are dearer to me
Land of the misty cloud land of the battle loud
Land of the brave and proud land of the free


Enthroned on the peak of her own highland mountains
The spirit of Rhunia reigns fearless and free
Her white banner waving over black rock and fountain
And proudly she sings looking over the world


Here among my mountains wild I have serenely smiled
When armies and empires against me were hurled
Firm as my native rock I have withstood the shock
Of Sith, of Republic, of All Others and the world

But see how proudly her war steeds are prancing
Deep groves of steel trodden down in their path
The eyes of my sons like their bright swords are
glancing Triumphantly riding through ruin and death


Bold hearts and nodding plumes wave over their bloody tombs
Deep eyed in gore is the white banner's wave
Shivering are the ranks of steel dire is the horseman's wheel
Victorious in battlefield Rhunia the Brave

 

[Jynx]

Huh. Honour to your houses? How quaint. Before her was the arena, singing in unison, filling up the silence before battle. She could feel it, the atmosphere and the anticipation. Her bloodlust was already running high - the words and rules about the match itself slipping from her mind.
She chose to don a hooded costume for this match and although it more suited for conditions where stealth was required: she thought it rather fitting for the occasion. She was slightly crouched with a hand on the sheathed blade at her side - eager to draw from the sheathe and more so to draw blood. Throughout the anthem she constantly watched her opponents, reconfirming their positions over and over again. Nothing would change, they all remained in the same positions; she knew that. But she couldn't stop, in this moment - right now: this was the essence of her being and it was blood red.



| [member="Valentinian Alexandrus III"] | [member="Sirius Nova"] | [member="Poro"] | [member="Abelain Narv'uk"] | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] |

 

[Tanith Alde]

(Rules for this. Since it's technically a duel, im instituting a rule. Only tag those you are willing to have attack you at the same time. You can add or remove tags, however its polite to keep tagging those you've attacked or have attacked you)

Wandering off the platform Valentinian strode toward the ring of combat. Lightly vaulting the railing he landed in the hot sands of the arena. Various other combatants were already brawling it out. Making his way to the middle of the ring he drew his sword, and awaited the first comers.

Today would be a challenge, and a milestone. This was the first time outsiders were permitted to visit Rhun for the tourney, a tribute to the efforts of [member="Lady Kay"] 's negotiations

[member="Sirius Nova"]
[member="Poro"]
[member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]
[member="Jynx"]

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

[member="Sirius Nova"] | [member="Vorhi Alestrani"] | [member="Jynx"] |

The vibroblade found itself aroused to life, hungry for the taste of flesh. It let out it's vile growl with each taunting swing through the air, anticipating it's opportunity to strike. It's wielder stood ready upon his corner of the arena, eyes glancing between the foes with curious observation. The greeting to the arena was noted, though it retained only a position in the back of his mind, the rest far too focused on the coming battle to truly listen to words of greeting. The surroundings echoed with the sound of a national anthem, one that seemed to have been made solely to degrade nearby nations while amplifying their own. That seemed to be a risky strategy, especially considering some of the factions they were challenging were powerful and dangerous.

The Arue'tii took a whiff of the air, scenting the blood of the other combatants, the distinct dulled freshness indicating it's position within their bodies, as well as their exact locations upon the field. The iron scent flooded his olfactory senses, awakening a deep and inset natural urge of hunger, though it found itself repelled with knowledge that it was not the time for feasting. His mind and body prepared, and his analyzing finished, Abelain could only sit still and await the call to arms. Realistically, he knew he stood a remarkably high chance of winning the battle, especially given his chitinous hide. Armor had been made a reduction of points, and so it seemed unlikely that many of his other opponents would wear any, but the Arue'tii itself held a natural armor in the chitin that covered it's entire body.

The hide was powerful enough to ward off multiple blows of a lightsaber, evidenced by the occasional char marks lain across it's body that had yet to heal, and it had even survived scatterguns at close range. There was no doubt that the petty and feeble weapons of the scum competing here would fail to mark any vicious blows against him, and for that reason he had joined the competition. It was somewhat unclear as to whether the reward would be more than simply an invitation to a large feast afterwards, though even if it were, it would allow for various contacts to be made lest they be needed in the future to perform favors.

The blade twirled.

 

[Vorhi Alestrani]

[member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Valentinian Alexandrus III"] [member="Jynx"] [member="Sirius Nova"] [member="Darth Vaildra"]


(OOC: Should some other maniac want to go ten rounds, tag and confront me. It'll be fun.)


Gear: One gourd, filled with a fairly strong rice liquor. No explosives, and He left his armored glvoes in the locker room, in the spirit or sportsmanlike conduct.


Vorhi stood and watched. It had been forever since he had entered a tournament like this. An honest-to-heaven free for all. Many of the tournament masters had looked at him oddly for declaring his weapon of choice to be a drinking flask, until he demonstrated it's effectiveness by blocking three arrows with it. The anthem of these people was a proud one. They were bound by honor and strength, and admired the kind of heart and will that would have felt at home among the brethren of Palawa. He smiled. That kind of pride was an honorable thing, even if it was viewed as somewhat primitive and brutish by some.



The drunkard grandmaster smiled as he calmly walked into the arena, the swath of combatants stirring around him. His gourd was on his belt, his hands were tucked into his sleeves. He walked slowly, his hat casting a silhouette of a robed mushroom moving at a relaxed, almost casual pace through a battle field. He seemed not to mock the grand melee, but instead wait, slowly, calmly, for his next opponent and opportunity. After all, what was a grand melee, if not an excellent learning opportunity. His stance was that of a Forraderri form, looking the part of the harmless diplomat, right until someone decided to swing at him. Or at least interest him.



And what an interesting bunch there were. Warriors, knights, champions, some sort of fellow with armor for skin, it appeared. All good opponents, good challenges. He had no house to honor. No, he had a tradition. A path. He was here not to honor the name of Alestrani. He was here to honor to work of the Salai Kasi, the hidden fists of Teras Kasi, those who had to wait in shadows for centuries after the Clone Wars. He grinned. "Hmmm, I wonder who will humor this old man first?"

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Darth Vaildra had received an invitation to participate in a free for all duel. He found himself free and thought he could use the distraction. Upon entering, completely clad in beskar from head to toe, he made his way to the changing room. Looking at himself int he mirror at his armor he scoffed. He could just walk in there in Beskar, but that would be too simple. He removed his hood and helmet to reveal his aged face with piercing eyes that belonged to one who had spent ages in the Dark Side. His face was not freshly shaven, but he found in his age he did not care anymore.

He began to disrobe his whole armor all the way down til he only wore black leather pants. He placed his armor in one spot and used the Force to hide his armor. Once this was done he looked himself over in the mirror. It was clear he had lived and fought for a long time as his body was covered in scars, some even fresh. He grabbed his songsteel sword and proceeded to the field. Upon entering the crowd fell silent. He did not pay them mind as this was usually a sign he was in a place with people who had lost loved ones to his blade.

He looked around at the ones gathered and was...disappointed. He looked not only with his physical eyes, but also through the Force and found no challenge here. He hoped his senses were wrong, but that day had yet to come. He sighed, he needed a challenge, nay he craved one. His mind began to wander for a moment to solve this problem and then he smiled as he saw a thick black ribbon a few meters away. Clearly one that belonged to a woman who had dropped it. Using the Force he summoned it to himself and wrapped it around his eyes tightly. He tested the ribbon by waving his hand slowly in front of his face, but he physically did not see it. He also refused to see through the Force and would only fight them by touch and hearing alone. He stood and waited for them to stop staring at eachother and attack, he would take everyone at once if they were so bold.

[member="Sirius Nova"]
[member="Poro"]
[member="Abelain Narv'uk"]
[member="Vorhi Alestrani"]
[member="Jynx"]
@Valentinian Alexandruss III

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

Target: [member="Jynx"]

The Arue'tii laid eyes upon an opponent not far from his position, only separated by the distance of three or four combatants. She had attracted his interest with her garb; a hooded outfit more befitting of an assassin or a thief than an arena combatant. He took a sniff of the air, specifically focusing his olfactory senses on identifying the female, only to find moments later that her blood was unfamiliar. That came as a shock, especially given that her appearance seemed human. Instead, the blood scented neither of human, nor of the many variants and variations of that base. The female was unique, unknown, and that carried with it the taint of challenge. He had never encountered one of her kind, and he intended to discover what set her apart from the vast varieties of sentient life throughout the galaxy.

Slow steps started off his journey towards her, glances cast towards dueling figures wielding weapons and clashing with one another. Abelain did not care for their petty squalor, and decided against interfering with them unless they should interrupt his goal. To his side, a native man dug his blade into the shoulder of his opponent and sent him sprawling upon the floor with a minute splatter of blood. The scent of freshly spilled blood aroused his interest, and allowed him to notice the excitable man far before he reached him. Filled with adrenaline, the native had dumbly charged forward, blade raised high against the air and preparing to strike against the side of the Arue'tii. Abelain came to a grinding halt, red cape fluttering gently around him as he faced the opponent and twirled his blade once.

The weapons clashed together in a parry, with the young native pressing with all his might against the sword in an attempt to connect upon the blue-chitin of the opponent. Abelain released all of his force exerted against the blade, allowing it to press against his hide with minuscule force. No blood was spilled, and the only thing created by the intercourse of chitin and metal was a dull shrieking noise from aggravated solids grinding against one another. The fear that suddenly appeared upon the young man's face was humorous, and the acolyte began to chuckle a low and deep sound, allowing it to rumble out from his chest in waves. His arm curled sideways, allowing his own blade to pass through the air harmlessly between them before his right elbow slid into the man's armpit.

The sharpened chitin cut through the inferior flesh with ease, rending it and sending the man to the ground in a whimpering and screaming mess. Flaps of loose and nearly removed muscle bled profusely from under his left arm, pooling out onto the ground and soaking against his body in the form of a crescent moon. Droplets of the liquid pattered softly to the ground as the Arue'tii continued it's approach towards the female, satisfied with the pitiful state of his previous opponent enough to turn his back fully on him.

 

[Jynx]

Strange... That blue giant just let himself get hit, a demonstration perhaps? Seems like he was bee-lining towards her. Well I've already noticed him earlier... hard not to really... those elbow protrusions had looked dangerous - now she knew they were.
Jynx maintained her current position: blade still sheathed and studying her opponent. That armour which he wore as a skin seemed to be uniform in colour and probably was likewise in defence.
But, any armour hard enough to resist blade yet flexible enough to allow movement must have some weakness. That weakness could take form as either chinks in chitin plating or perhaps the weakness was not on the exterior but rather a vulnerable interior? She didn't see any gaps in the armour feasible to exploit - perhaps it was the second possibility. After all, nothing's completely invulnerable.
Bastard better have a soft brain... She took a step towards the enemy, drawing her blade out a few centimetres.. One... she let the momentum carry into a second step.. Two... she dropped her body and turned her hip towards her blade - immediately the momentum from her steps become anchored by her front foot, her body twisting back, carrying the momentum of a being almost as heavy as the enemy before her... Three! The blade was drawn, activated and curved upwards towards the creature's head - deceptive in force and momentum.

[member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

wow that was a long sentence

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

[member="Jynx"]

The Arue'tii continued his approach towards his selected prey, carefully analyzing every movement that she performed in an attempt at discerning her natural abilities, though that quickly proved futile as her actions remained mundane. The screaming and bleeding man that had been left behind had acted as a warning for other competitors surrounding them, and they now moved away in an attempt to avoid the ire of the blue-skinned explorer. There was no doubt in Abelain's mind that the female had seen him, especially not with her directly staring towards him, solemnly observing his approach. Suspicions arose within his mind at her action to step towards him, flickering warnings crossing his mind and urging him to remain cautious lest he be caught unawares.

Suddenly, as he drew close enough to strike, she began to shift around rapidly, her movements difficult to follow in their complexity. His right arm; still clasping the humming Sith vibroblade, automatically raised to defend against the attack, though it proved futile when a moment later, the weapon struck him alongside his cheek. The force of the blow was significant, and he found himself thrown completely off course from his target, lurching sideways as pain pounded within his head. The wound was somewhat more significant than it might have been with an inner skeleton, and he felt his vision grow remarkably blurry, concentration becoming difficult for a brief moment as he regained his bearings.

Anger filled him at the thought of being struck by an inferior species, and he whirled around a moment later, still having difficulty discerning the position or stance of his foe due to the blurry state of his perception. Still, he crept forward, an unstoppable predator among weak prey. The scent of her blood allowed him to lock in, balancing out his difficulty in viewing her and allowing him to locate her with relative ease. He stepped forward, slashing from right to left in a horizontal Shii-Cho swing, apparently aiming to ripple open her abdomen or stomach with the blow, albeit not with a deep blow as such a thing would violate the rules of the engagement and forfeit his right to victory and glory.

"You strike well" He hissed from behind the 'smile' worn upon his face, "What sort of creature are you, inferior?"

 

[Jynx]

[member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

The strike was coming in too fast; Jynx couldn't move out of the way in time and her two arms drawing back her blade into a hasty block couldn't fully dissipate the force. Any 'other' options would have alert the opponent about her 'special traits'.
Well if he can take it right in the head, why can't I?
Although unlike her blue foe before her she did not possess sword-resistant armour to protect herself.
Well, I could try and do this subtly...
The Arue'tii's sword clashed against her own - crashing it against her own body and yet for a blow which should've sent her flying - it didn't. What could've been observed was that the moment the swords clashed and transferred the force to push into Jynx's body, the force itself seemed to pass through as a shockwave - albeit with extreme deceleration. This was caused by Jynx releasing tendons of the muscles on her torso where the force passed through, and reconnecting them after it passed. The friction resulting from this allowed the force to pass through her body as it would similarly through jelly. She stood. Dazed, for a moment all she saw was white, the shock itself still affected her body with slight bruising on her left side. Hastily, she took a few steps back to gain distance and recover. She shook her head to try and piece together her blurry vision.
"What sort of creature? Well, why don't you tell me.. What do you see before you?"

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

[member="Jynx"]

Surprise ran across Abelain's face as he eyed his opponent, apparent difficulty in understanding where his blow had failed shrouding his mind for a brief period. It had seemed as though he had struck quite harshly, but upon watching the female, she remained standing in a relatively similar position. He blinked several times, willing away pieces of lingering blur that must have blinded him to the actions of the inferior. Frustration at his own short-coming plagued his mind, urging him to do better, to try harder, to strike stronger. He could not allow his opponent to recover composure, that would only lead to more difficulty in subduing her further into the battle, when exhaustion would strike the both of them and render them prone to accidents.

He rushed forward, rapidly closing the distance that she had attempted to put between them. His arm raised upwards into the air, slamming downwards in a vertical Shii-Cho chop towards her left shoulder. The attack was amplified with the Force, allowed to surge through his arm to force a reaction from her where he had failed the last time. She seemed somewhat disoriented, though her question still reached him, and it was a curious question. He responded rapidly, caught up in combat once more and unable to devote much thought to menial speech, "What I see is not what you are. It is what I scent that reveals you."

A low rumbling growl emanated from within his chest, traveling up his throat as he spoke; marring his words with animal-like brutality, "You are talented, whom are you?"

 

[Jynx]

[member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

The verticle slice... Is it a feint? No.. He's going too fast.. The strike was commited: she could see the momentum coming from his shoulder through his arm to the edge of the sword. Is that coming to my shoulder? Her body turned leftwards, away from the blade and lifting her own above her head for deflection..He leaves himself pretty open... Yet as she turned, the blade which she was supposed to be deflecting struck with enormous impact. She tried to resist for a split second, yet as the pain built up and the force overpowered her; she let go of the blade which went flying behind her. Too late to stop now.. She continued her leftward turn, launching herself off the ground with her right foot and lifting the left- forming an arc. She could visualize it: all her weight was at the tip of this arc, travelling in a diagonal direction and with intention to drive all of her weight into the opponent's head. Hopefully, he would be disabled long enough for her to retrieve her blade.
"If what you sense has revealed me.. Why don't you tell me what you scent? And in return I shall give you my name..."

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

[member="Jynx"]

The blade slammed into it's counterpart with surprising force, filling the Arue'tii with satisfaction at the solidity of his blow. However, that satisfaction faded quickly when a moment later his opponent managed to slip away from the slicing edge of his sword. Thankfully, that was not without consequences for the female, and she abandoned her blade; allowing it to be flung through the air by a distance of several meters. Abelain responded, slashing his now free blade through the air, albeit far too slow to catch the woman who had already propelled herself into the air. He began to draw his blade back, aiming to diagonally slash her when her foot cascaded into his face, the weight and angle throwing him onto his back.

His Sith vibroblade hummed violently against the ground, catching a pebble and sending it away like a bullet with a resounding ding. It took precious moments for him to raise from his prone position, allowing plenty of time for the female to retrieve her weapon if she wished. The blow hadn't been exceptionally painful, however it had disrupted his strategy of unyielding assault. Having failed in his attacks upon non-vital areas, Abelain reasoned that the woman was talented enough to defend herself from lethal attack as well, or at the least to minimize the blows to the point of being non-lethal and therefore acceptable under tournament regulation.

He would be trying to cleave her asunder, it was up to her to ensure it was only a cut. The Arue'tii prepared itself for a coming attack, readying up it's stance; left foot shifting forward, right foot twisting horizontally to allow for rapid pivot. His blade arm raised in a guarding position, his off-hand awaiting an opportunity at his side. Her questions did not suit as answers to his own, and it was becoming gradually frustrating to communicate with the enigma, "You scent of something inhuman."

 

[Jynx]

[member="Abelain Narv'uk"]


Jynx probably wasn't going to win this tournament. This opponent before her would only be bested via lethal means - means which would only be viable outside the conditions of said tournament. Bastard's gonna tank everything that doesn't kill him...
She left her blade behind her. Can't surrender - Oh well, why don't we throw the dog a bone already... this'll probably be more fun anyways...
She resumed a standing position and undid the various bindings on her limbs until there was only fabric. I'll probably need new clothes... Her limbs extended, skin changed texture and her face morphed. The creature left standing was a duplicate of the opponent before her - save for white skin and red eyes. She spent a few seconds distributing her muscles around until it was comfortable. Using the creature before her as a template, she slightly adjusted the ratios between her limbs.. Talk about getting under somebody's skin...
Jynx stood, weaponless, left foot forwards and arms up.
"Inhuman? Is this what you had in mind?"

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

[member="Jynx"]

The mood of the battle shifted somewhat as the female began to unravel the cloth layered upon her arms, awakening expectations within the Arue'tii for her revealed alien nature. Suddenly, it became evident what it was that differentiated her from other forms of life throughout the galaxy; her innate ability. Her limbs seemed to extend, far past the boundaries that were normally allowed from the stretching of muscle and tendon, changing the length of their confines into something elongated. The texture of the female's skin seemed to change, growing smoother and harder to match his own exoskeleton, it's face changed as well in brilliant imitation of his own. The only difference to the naked eye between the pair was purely aesthetic; differing clothes and color.

It was an intriguing sight, though it raised more questions than it answered. Clear perception revealed that the woman; if she could be called such, was a shape-shifter of some form. However, the extent to which she was capable of shifting her own physiology was unknown, could she become even larger, or was it capable that she might even shrink to the size of a mouse. Further study and testing would be required to extract that vital information, but it seemed neither the time nor the place for experimentation and observance. One test that needed to be concluded was the state of her skin, especially since it seemed nearly impossible that it might match the true toughness of his chitin.

Flesh did not simply transform it's material, though it could change appearance. The humming and violent vibroblade lusted once more for blood, and Abelain spun it, accepting it's ready hunger. "You have revealed yourself. It is fascinating what you are capable of, but shall we test your true capabilities?" He spoke in a mock tone, recognizing that despite her outward looks, she was still the same inferior being that had faced him moments ago. The Arue'tii sprinted forward, abandoning his defensive posture in exchange for wielding the sword of offense. As he neared, he would slash out horizontally in another Shii-Cho style assault, using the momentum of the attack to spin himself and spin about and lash at her throat with his left chitinous elbow.

 

[Jynx]

[member="Abelain Narv'uk"]

Oh that's just not fair..
It seemed like the Arue'tii didn't want to part with his blade; Jynx's was still a good 20 steps away and her opponent was dashing forwards into a strike.. Same as earlier? No.. Though the action seemed to mirror the situation from earlier, her opponent was clearly putting too much weight into his strike. Is he getting sloppy? As his slash came in, Jynx rapidly stepped back, careful not to generate too much momentum. She waited until the blade passed across the centre of it's arc then immediately dashed forwards to catch her opponent in a disadvantageous position. His blade would then be across the centre of his body... All that rotating momentum isn't going to help you reform that guard... As Jynx came in close and made contact, she attempted to grab her opponent and place her foot in front of his, attempting to continue her opponent's momentum and grab his left arm to throw him face-first into the ground.
Yet, as her opponent's back turned and her arms reached to grab him, his left elbow plunged into the outer left side of her upper ribs, drawing fresh blood and a sharp pain.

 

[Abelain Narv'uk]

[member="Jynx"]

When oxygen from the atmosphere mingled with the iron taint of blood, it became far easier to scent. That was how Abelain knew that his blow had struck well, and drawn a crude gash along the opponent's left upper ribs. His eyes faced away, a consequence of his maneuver, and quickly his foe capitalized on his temporary blindness, striking against his back with renewed vigor simultaneously as they were cleaved by the chitin. The shapeshifter's hide had proven it's imperfection, and a cruel grin imposed itself upon his features, hidden maliciously behind the 'smile' that already held it's position about his mouth. Her white foot stretched out across his, setting itself as a stumbling block directly in front of his left foot. It was a fair strategy, and one that had been employed by his own people in their wars against one another.

Her momentum slammed into his left arm, jarring it and his body forward and forcing him to trip over the hazardously placed limb. He fell forward, twisting slightly to avoid snapping his blade off into the approaching ground. His feet lashed out wildly; unarmed in the same manner that his elbows had been, despite his wild flailing, the air had been knocked clearly from his lungs by the severity of the fall, and his limbs stilled a moment later to regain their strength. His elbow was coated in his opponent's blood, and despite his ability to see clearly, he would be shocked if the sheer roughness of the movement hadn't rent through chunks of her flesh and worsened the wear of her ribs.

So, he lay prone upon the ground, breathing gradually sucking it's way back into his lungs and invigorating him with it's presence. "Good." He muttered harshly, coughing with a shudder as he worked away weariness.

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Darth Vaildra stood there, his patience for a fight was growing thin. A few had tried to take on Vaildra, but were only cut down by his blade with effortless precision and their severed bodies were sent by the Force away from him. All the competition, save for a few stood scared, something that angered the Dark Lord. With his eyes still covered, he watched the giant and small girl fight it out, it was annoying really. He walked over to them, each step making the air around them hotter and hotter.

His unarmoured body stopped right before them as he spoke with a sense of commanding malice. "Your little play fight is a pathetic sight. I will give you both the chance to attack me at once and provide me with some entertainment. If not, I will skin both of you alive starting with your fingers and slowly working up. I will not ask twice."


[member="Abelain Narv'uk"] [member="Jynx"]

 

[Jynx]

Her opponent was taken to the ground, clearly, but the motion had sent the elbow-spike further into her body and out the other side. She tried to constrict the flesh around the tunnel of the wound as she pulled her torso away from her opponent, grunting in pain. Least the bleeding stopped.. The constriction of flesh around the wound further aggravated it, the raw and torn flesh begging to be let loose: to bleed; it was a constant pain worse than the moment of infliction itself.
Strange... The surrounding air was growing hotter, with a clear source being the footsteps now coming to a stop beside her.
"Your little play fight is a pathetic sight. I will give you both the chance to attack me at once and provide me with some entertainment. If not, I will skin both of you alive starting with your fingers and slowly working up. I will not ask twice."
It seemed a bit discourteous to interrupt another's fight; however, Jynx attempted to raise, foot on the Arue'tii and slowly shrunk back into her normal form. Well, least the clothes stayed mostly intact.. The large hooded cloak had barely fit her mirroring of [member="Abelain Narv'uk"], suffering only from bare rips at the edges and seams.
She once again looked to the source of the threatening voice, an Echani it seemed, the white features of their species were more than ingrained in her memories.
"Since when did a pathetic fight ever bring entertainment? And please was that supposed to provoke me, you realise that it's redundant to threaten me afterwards right?" she stood eyebrow raised and arms crossed, "Hm, and here I thought Echani respected the conversation of combat. You see: I was just having quite the interesting one too, well until you decided to heat things up.."

[member="Darth Vaildra"]