You're Barking up the Wrong Veshok {Mordecai Tal'Kyr Vs. Hakora Cinthra

[Gilamar Skirata]

Concordia wasn't a place he thought he would come to often. It was after all in Mandalorian space, a place he loathed to return to. But a man needed to eat, and the beasts weren't dying, or rather nobody had put up a bounty on something worth killing, or capturing. He was still looking for a good slicer to help him find information on any promising sentient bounties and so he was here.

Attempting to mine Beskar as a freelancer.

It was a crummy job but somebody had to do it. Now enter the white haired boy. He had barged into the miner's cantina looking to fight a Mandalorian, luckily for him, Mordecai liked the men and women he was digging with and so he had deactivated his jacket's presence in the Force. Other than looking stylish and its other...Hidden talents, it looked like a regular leather coat now. He also didn't bring any of his weapons, save his heavy blaster pistol. But that was okay. The kid wanted a fair fight, well Mordecai sure as hell wouldn't give him one.

Careful, this kid's got more spunk thank you're giving him credit for...​

Can it old man.

As the cantina roared in anticipation for the brawl, Mordecai brought up his dukes. It was time to unleash a little pent up aggression.


[member="Hakora Cinthra"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Hakora sat in a cantina on the planet of Concordia enjoying a drink while he took a break from hunting for Beskar for the armor he planned to make. Hakora was mostly ignored by the people present, but Hakora was using Force Cloak to mask his presence. An upstart boy with white, almost blond hair walked in looking to best a mandalorian, which Hakora wasn't a mandalorian, not yet. Hakora ignored the boy's foolish antics which was not even close to how Hakora would behave or seek a fight. The saw Hakora and assumed Hakora was mandalorian and grabbed Hakora by the shoulder trying to goat him into a fight. Hakora ignored him and merely stood to go get another drink while sending his elbow up quickly into the boy;s face knocking him out which made the room silent. Hakora ignored the room and saw one guy, [member="Mordecai Tal'kyr"] standing like he wanted to fight the boy. Hakora laughed a little and kept walking with his empty cup and filled it once more. He headed back to his table and the man who had his fists up was still standing there looking as foolish as the boy looked to Hakora. Hakora stopped in front of the man who was clearly younger in experience than Hakora, but older in looks. "Are you done making a fool of yourself?"

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

He was a talker? He guessed that he shouldn't have been surprised, the way he acted. Very much full of hot air. He felt the old man chuckle. Neither of them it seemed had a taste for Star Witches with their annoying space magic. More than anything he wanted to wipe that smug look off his face. Did he think him a stranger to battle? A peck at what little Mandalorian pride he had. He had wasted the first move Mordecai had given him. His muscles tightened, his right foot pivoted in place as his muscles contorted, giving his body the momentum he needed.

He swung. With enough force to dent durasteel, he swung.

If there was one thing his "Mother" had gifted to him it would forever be his strength.

Now who's getting cocky, whelp?​

Quiet Old Man

He didn't need to be sassed by that old goat right now.
[member="Hakora Cinthra"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Hakora took a sip from his drink, as the Mandalorian stayed quite, but then he made a move. He did it all wrong by giving too many tails, first with flexing his right arm so Hakora knew it would be a right handed punch. He then moved his foot first telling Hakora it would be a hook or cross. Hakora let go of his drink and as if in slow motion he ducked under the punch completely and with speed that only a Vaapad master could unleash sent his fist up at the man's jaw as Hakora came back up. Hakora was known for speed, not power, but his punch was enough to break a jaw or a none mandalorian so at least the mandalorian would feel it. Hakora used his other hand to catch his cup as it had only fallen 6 inches from it's starting point. Hakora took another drink and waited for the counter.

@[member="Mordecai Tal'kyr"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

There was no counter. Altered through a series of alchemical and magical concoctions and spells had made Mordecai's bones and skin tougher, his muscles denser, and his tolerance for pain much higher. What Rave had originally planned to do with this body he could only guess, with her strange fetish for old Mandalorians named Gilamar Skirata. The fist connected with the man's jaw, his origin unknown to the man he fought.

He stood for a moment. Silence engulfed the room.

Had this white haired upstart knocked out a Mandalorian with a single punch? He could hear some of the others holding their breath. A quick hand went up to wrench the fist from under his jaw. He had no doubt felt the punch. But it lacked strength, it was as if the fist held no conviction, no purpose.

The fist of a soldier, lost in the absence of work.

A quick jab straight to the nose erupted from the unarmored Mandalorian vessel.
[member="Hakora Cinthra"]

 

[Darth Vaildra]

Hakora smirked, this was truly a fight, but something was indeed holding Hakora back. Did he believe even for a second that he could knock out this Mandalorian in a single hit? Not even for a millisecond. The Mandalorian even showed his skill by correcting the tell which made the punch get to close to counter and hit Hakora on his right cheek as he tilted his head slightly. Hakora could have dodged it or at least corrected it's target even more, but the Mandalorian deserved the blow for treating Hakora to such a promising fight. Hakora was no Mandalorian, the punch did more. Hakora took multiple steps back and bent to one knee with one arm resting on his bent knee and the other holding him up on the floor with his head bent down looking at the floor. He rested a moment as drops of blood hit the wood floor. The people in the room remained silent as the fight seemed over until the thing holding Hakora back was revealed; the people crowding the room. The sound of rumbling filled the room as the painting, lights and people's drinks began to shake. The origin of the secret began to be known as the wind around Hakora began to swirl as it was clear he was shaking the room and it was only crowing. As boards began to crack and walls beginning to moan it was clear Hakora was bringing the place down. Hakora looked up and had a serious looked on his face mixed with the joy of this coming fight filling him. The people began to run in all directions and leave. As the shaking began to tear the place down fire began to spread from Hakora's hand heading towards the walls until finally Hakora released it all and sent out an explosion of Force Repulse in all directions to destroy the building sending dust everywhere. Hakora slowly stood as he faced the Mandalorian. With a blast like a rocket shooting off Hakora launched at the Mandalorian sending a punch much faster and stronger than his previous punch.
[member="Mordecai Tal'kyr"]

 

[Gilamar Skirata]

The Force Repulse was indeed powerful, but powerful to knock a Cantina to its knees? Not even close.

The chairs flew around, some of the cheaper, wooden ones broke and splintered against the walls. Glasses shattered, and as much as Mordecai tried to withstand the power of the Force, he too was blasted away, into a wall. He grunted, fell to the floor and rolled out of the incoming missile punch's way.

A karking Space Wizard? He cursed under his breath. He could feel the Old Man rolling over in his grave from here. Grabbing a table leg that had been blown from the wizard's previous attack, he swung with the force of a Mythosaur at the boy's head with his right arm.
[member="Hakora Cinthra"]