This might be a two hit fight. (Garrus)

[Garza]

I needed to improve.

In the past few fights that I had, It ended up at some point where I had to knock someone upside the head with my fits. And seeing as how even as fit as I was, there were sometimes that I could be overpowered by sheer size and strength. Being barely five foot and a half, I was rather small against other Males who tend to be closer to six foot. I needed to learn how to hand out devastating hits to people. And there was one place where I knew instantly where a War like culture could help me.

The Mando'ade.

I had already been trained to use their traditional weapon of a Beskad, but most of my form was improvised from the traditional ways to meet my needs as a woman, and a constant fighter. I smiled as my Ship landed down in the port. I had already contacted a few mandos who might be interested in training me. Or beating the crap out of me. Either way, I knew that I was going to leave with bruises.

I moved my way to a beach front. I was told by this particular mando that we would be here. [member="Garrus Garon"] was the man I was meeting. Apparently he was the person to talk to about giving some mean punches out. Leaning over my Silk-5 speeder I wore my Crimson Corset and a pair of black shorts that reached down to the middle of my thighs, and were form fitting. With unarmed combat, I didn't think that I would need to wear armor, but if need be, I brought some, as well as my bracers should the fight become interesting.

 

[Garrus Garon]

...the beach was always a relatively calming place, the waves crashing against the surf or washing over the sand had that affect, and Garrus had arrived quite early so that he could enjoy himself in one way before he enjoyed himself in another. The Warrior was sitting further down the beach, out of sight, with his knees drawn upwards and his feet resting in the sand as the warm water came cascading over them; he smiled thoughtfully as he looked at the sun and reached up to run a hand over his bald head. Inhaling once he decided it was time and just like that Garrus was lifting himself off the sand and proceeding down the beach towards the designated location he'd agree to meet at...

...it wasn't war time right now, Garrus rarely fought in large engagements if he wasn't with his Brother but he did enjoy a small skirmish or a one on one match, so he took his time and sauntered down the beach without much of a care in the world. His Beskad was strapped across his back too, the large Mandalorian Blade was sheathed, with the hilt extending up over his right shoulder. Moving leisurely ensured that Zoey would be waiting for Garrus to arrive after she had but he would have eventually appeared in the distance, a silhouette that grew larger as he came closer, and she would have been able to take a good look at him the same as he would her the closer that he came. He was dressed only in a pair of loose shorts and his hands were wrapped tightly in cloth that covered his knuckles but otherwise Garrus came in bare chested, his body tight with corded and toned muscle, without the need to wear his armor to this meeting as it were...

...as he moved closer it would be easy to see that Garrus was examining Zoey from the distance, she was short and reminded him of Mia in that regard, and the speeder she'd used to travel to the beach. Once he'd came within an easy talking distance which wouldn't necessitate the need for him to yell he'd have said..."I hadn't considered how much of a treat this would be."...he smiled, thinly, and then added..."Are you ready?"...Garrus wasn't one for a lot of conversation, they could always talk while they fought, though he did enjoy a good redhead and the Warrior wasn't afraid to take a lingering look and drink it all in...​

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[member="Zoey Marix"]​

 

[Garza]

I was still leaning over the speeder bike as the man walked up. Bald and about middle aged, I kept a smirk on my face as though he were trying to impress me. Bare chested was okay, but in my corset it allowed my stomach to be pulled in. Regardless, he commented on how much of a treat this would be. Probably of who he was teaching that happened to be half Zeltron. A species of Near humans that were known for their looks. I smiled as he asked if I was ready. I leaned down and took off my shoes so I wouldn't get sand in them, and what fun it would be to feel the warm sand in my toes.

I nodded my head at Garrus' question, "Ready as I will ever be."

I then let my feet come shoulder width apart with my left shoulder facing the man, and my right hanging back a little ways, my arms were up as I was getting into a fist fight. "Just don't get a heart attack before I have to leave." giving him a wink as I spoke.

[member="Garrus Garon"]

 

[Garrus Garon]

...she was funny, Garrus liked that, and watching as she took her stance the Warrior would crack his neck to one side and then the other before beginning to more towards her slowly so that he could cover the distance between the both of them. As he came towards her Garrus would widen his stance, becoming lighter on his feet as he bounced on their balls, and light both of his arms into a classic ready postion while closing his hands into heavy fists. He didn't come right in at her, he circled around Zoey to see if she would turn with him, while he lessened the distance between the both of them with every footstep that he took...

...unlike Zoey he stood mostly square, feet still shoulder width apart, however he could make adjustments as they came. Garrus wasn't a martial artist after all; he was trained in the pugilist arts. When he came at Zoey with arms raised, ready, he would pop out his right and make a quick one, two jabbing combination with it, aiming for the left side of her face, meant to find range and test her defenses while relying on the natural recoil of the arm and speed of the motion to carry itself back to the ready position once the jabs had completed. Nothing to fancy to start with.

When Garrus punched his left hand always held back as well. It was ready, it was primed...​

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[member="Zoey Marix"]​

 

[Garza]

I had fought in bars and what ever else. so seeing the mando there circling around me with his arms up at the ready. Most men would throw out their further back arm. One that was primed to send a devastating blow. but he started with his right. My arm came up with some practice to swipe away the blow that would have hit my left cheek. Followed by a quick duck to allow the second swing to fly right by my ear. I could feel the wind breaking form his hand across my hair.

His hand withdrew and so did my head to a relaxed position. he was dancing with me. Messing to see where my strong points were, and where my faults lay. I took no shots of my own, as I was hear to learn, not to rush ahead. Those who jumped the gun, often got shot.

[member="Garrus Garon"]

 

[Garrus Garon]

...Zoey hadn't attacked after defending against Garrus own assault which told the Warrior that she was playing it safe for the moment. At least this was his assumption. He could respect a cautious opponent considering that a reckless one often threw away their life quickly and with very little to show for it. Watching her, Garrus knew the range now, he maintained his distance so that he could continue to work his combinations effortlessly...

...popping out the jab again in another quick one, two combination using his right fist Garrus would continue to test the defenses of Zoey. Nothing changed from the last time. One, two coming right at her head with quick extensions of the arm followed by a similarly swift recoil of the arm which saw it returned to its original position. Unlike the previous time Garrus would follow with a third though. As he made his second jab the Warrior would slide his left foot just behind the right so that he could shuffle ahead, closing the distance between himself and Zoey, another foot. When he came in Garrus would torque his hips to his right and follow the motion by letting his left arm drop and hook across towards Zoey's belly...​

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[member="Zoey Marix"]​