Behind her true face, Olivia Dem'adas closed her eyes and clenched her jaw. Munin's ignorant, narrow view and goading were getting to her. She wanted so very much to rip her chest plate off and fight the man 'tits out', if only to shut the bastard up. But no Mando'ad worth their salt would expose themselves in the face of an enemy like that. She wanted so very much to shout at Munin, correcting his every twisted word and overlooked fact. She wanted to remind him that Raxis hadn't been declared Dar'manda until after that fight. She wanted to remind him of all the challenges for the title of Mand'alor that had taken place in years gone by. Of the challenges for the title that Gilamar Skirata had endured, and the challenges that had taken place after his dealth. Of the honor duel between Alor Rekali and the fool Alor that had insulted him at a council meeting and of the numerous historic duels for the title throughout the ages. Olivia wanted to set the fool straight, educate him on the history of his people beyond simply himself and Ra Vizla... But she knew that such things would be lost on the Exile.
Instead, Olivia simply forced these urges down, opened her eyes, and glared at the man through her visor. She would not give in to such petty goading. She had faced the beast of war time and again. In armored assaults upon foreign and claimed worlds and in the mighty warships of her clan. She had even fought Death Watch wearing nothing but a towel, claiming her tank for her Beskar'gam in the face of her enemy.
Those were good times. Good battles.
This was disgraceful.
The man who had smuggled weapons into a diplomatic meeting with Jetii and half the galaxy, a meeting that his own people had orchestrated, and had thrown it all away for a botched assassination attempt... THIS man dared to speak down to her about honor. THIS man tried to goad her out of her second skin. THIS man. THIS man who failed to recognize the threat Ijaat posed. THIS man that failed to protect his people... This man needed to die.
"Shut your mouth and fight me, coward." Olivia said coldly before charging the man, the blue blade within her hand leaving an arc of light in it's wake as she closed the distance between herself and Munin, powered servos in her armor lending strength to each step, hurling herself at the man faster than she should have been able to without activating her jump pack.
He deserved no respect from her. No mercy. No restraint.
Even Death Watch had shown the loyalty and courage required to stay with their home. To defend it when Aruetii came for Manda'yaim.
Death Watch deserved more respect from her than this man did.
In the blink of an eye, Olivia disappeared from view. For a moment, the barest of moments, Olivia was simply gone, her saber included. Only to return to reality closer to Munin than she had been before. Closer than if she had kept running at the man. Closer than she should have been.
On her thigh, sliding upon the dirt with her armor's jump pack activated, Olivia's right boot aimed squarely for Munin's left knee as her right hand gripped firm her saber and her left remained empty.
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(OOC: [member="Jekai Almec"] that's not how force abilities work on this forum, nor would "disbelief" effect a psychokinetic ability done on something other than your body anyway. There are plenty of tricks and toys for blocking or defending against force abilities, and Mandalorians utilize all of them in one form or another, but that just isn't one. Also, the Mandalorians have space stations throughout the sector that monitor hyperspace for ship signatures. So long as you remain in this part of the galaxy, and don't have any tech specifically for avoiding such detection, Aeden can track you.)
