We Ain't Gonna Get Anything Done Like This

[Vilaz Munin]

Location:
Myrkr; Mandalorian Training Center

The Clans were mobilizing at a fast pace and training more than ever since long age of stagnation of the Mandalorians. Veterans were sharpening their dulled skills and those that haven't experienced battle were learning new tricks, methods, tactics, and techniques by warriors that were proficient in the arts of war. Everyone had to be on point in the near future that was rapidly coming their way if they were to find victory and maneuver through the lethal lashes of war.

The Akaan was one of many dangerous titans of the Mandalorians that could manipulate the flow of battle with his body and mind; however, he wasn't in his prime as he used to be all thanks to the stagnation that cursed the Clans until Ra came into power and broke that curse. Since then the Cuir Rekr trained harder than ever, but he still felt dull for some apparent reason in which he intended to mend and fix.

And what better way to do that than to face a fellow Wolf of his that used to be a Sole Ruler?

Here in a ring of the shape of an octagon was both War and Famine facing each other at the opposite side from their respective corners. The only two things allowed in this ring was their body and wits. No armor; no weapons; and no Force.

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Lina Djo]

Once upon a time, Mia would have said that being on Myrkr and free of the force was a blessing, but as time had passed she had become increasingly dependant on it. She felt like she'd lost a limb, though even that in itself wasn't something she was used to. She had made herself a promise, to remember how to fight without the force, to lose her dependency on it and remember that she hadn't gotten all this way by use of the force alone.

Mia was crouched on her side of the fighting ring, binding her right hand to minimize any damage she might endure, they left she left. Connection with bone any part of Vilaz's body was unlikely to damage beskar synthskin. The simple task aided in the clearing of her mind as she shook off her concerns and compartmentalized any emotion the might be bubbling near the surface. She rose smoothly, taking two steps into further into the ring and smiled slightly at Vilaz.

"You sure you want to do this, vod?" she teased.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]

 

[Vilaz Munin]

"You know me, Mia," the Mandalorian said to his fellow sister-in-arms as the two walked into the center of the ring and were standing a few feet from each, perfect for close quarters. Before the two would commenced their brawl, they fist bumped each other's knuckles which was mysterious to Vilaz. He always thought it had to do showing honor and respect to the other combatant, but he could care less of what it symbolized. All he knew was that both him and Mia were to fist bump before throwing punches to their face which was a rule he respected and obeyed.

Mandalorians began to surround the caged octagon since this was the duel of the day here on Myrkr. Many began to debate on who would come out victorious, others placed bets, and the rest just observed and spectated very keenly with their eyes. Did these spectators put any ounce of pressure on the Akaan? Not really because after having been involved in so many battles and fights it was possible and easy for him to focus on him, Mia, and on the gold.

His arms were raised, palms open facing towards Mia, left foot in front of his right, and began to circle around Famine. The Munin then stepped forward with right foot and gave a not-so-wide right hook at Mia's face and then followed that with with a combination of two punches. Simple and easy combo.

[member="Mia Monroe"]

 

[Lina Djo]

Mia raised her forearms, catching the slightly wide right hook with her left arm, spinning it away, the second from the collided with her right arm with a dull thud and she jerked aside to avoid the last and stepped in. Her right first went low, aiming for the soft tissue just beneath the ribs with two short sharp punches.

If they connected, she'd snap her left forward jabbing for his face.

[member="Vilaz Munin"]