Ask Here There Be Dragons

[Endyr Ratheon]

Endyr Ratheon
vs.
Zaia Krodas

Spoiler: Music OOC

Mandalorians.
At the door again.
Crux is a di’kut again.
For not being Mandalorian.
Might have been four of them.

Oh well. A Mandalorian is expressionless.
Does tell his enemies from his elements.
Means being aware of his surroundings.
Behind a black visor, no frown; smiling.

It isn’t Casany Praxor who comes after Ratheon!
It’s Zaia Krodas! At the door again! A Mandalorian!
She attacks him! Jetpack blasts! From that woman!
Her opponent's on the floor! He’s at the door again!

-KNOCK!-KNOCK!-

To her—Endyr’s back is turned.
But things could yet much worse.
War’s a Mandalorian’s gift and curse.
Blaster in fist’s grip, camera on helmet.

Inside a HUD flashes, flickers—Zaia!
Mandalorian beside Clan Praxor flies!
And our Mando man, he slides behind!
Under a black flag, focuses on jetpack!

-FOM!-FOM!-
-POP!-POP!-

Two shots fly downward.
As two shots fly upward.
Two are for Mando's back.
And two at Krodas’ jetpack.

Endyr Ratheon slides on his back.
Across the ground before he stands.
He since traded one -55 for two -35’s.
Westars in arms are black gold bright!

First popped two shots off as Zaia flies.
As he rises, two more shots; black eyes!
Slides backward meant her shots missed!
This is buckethead combat; he loves this!

Those next two bolts might hit her helmet!
Shot quickly, maybe her chest one may hit!
Either way, Ratheon’s back is covered a bit!
By armor plate, by jetpack, and he ignites it!

Spoiler: Combat Summary

Target: Zaia Krodas
Action: Blaster shots x4 [2+2]

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[Casany Praxor]

Casany Praxor
vs.
Crux

Spoiler: Music OOC

All right…
Thinks a woman!
LET’S FIGHT.
MANDALORIAN.

A Mandalorian woman’s roar again!

“C’MOOOON!!”

ENDYR RATHEON!

And a bolt flies!
From the side!
Misses its target!
Nope, doesn’t hit!

KRIFFING DI’KUT.
Endyr’s pet, he was.
Cas would kill him.
Like chopping fish.

A Mandalorian’s wolf was going after Praxor.
She’s killed many idiots like this one before.
Only fools go after daughters of Mandalore.
He won’t get his kiss as she opens a door.

He had already shot once, that di’kut.
Cas immediately shoots at that one.
Her bolt misses him thanks to boulder.
Mandalorian is furious! Heart is bolder!

THEN LET’S DO THIS.

Queue the click of an activation button.
A thermal detonator…and an explosion!
Wasn’t aimed to kill but to buy some time.
Killing enemies is quite like drinking fine wine.

Yet…this Mandalorian prefers drinking vodka!
Irrelevant? Not in combat! Not with blood’s rush!
Her blood is up! A WARRIOR. Like her vod, Zaia!
Jetpack ignites, doesn’t fly, beside a heart’s pump!

It is just enough to skid and skirt aside to the right.
Away from the explosion while dust and rock fly.
Casany is not in cover but her enemy has her eye.
Running up that hill—gunning for the kill—would try.

A Mandalorian is a woman is a woman in a helmet.
Her opponent, idiot, has a helmet, isn't Mandalorian.
The grenade’s blast was shattering and Casany felt it.
She’s more warrior than he is, yes—Wonder Woman!

And Crux fires at her again!
Whether at head or at chest!
A shield ignites from vambrace!
Blocks bolt like wind taking breath!

Toward each other, they are running!
One after the other, oh yes, gunning!
Casany enjoys this, she lives for it!
But she’s not smiling! It’s not funny!

Her -45 is still in her right hand.
Squeezes trigger at that man!
Lesser foe! No, he isn’t a Man!
And if a woman can kill, she can!

Her bolt flies forward!
Zooms at him, toward!
Neither chest nor helmet!
Shoots at blaster in his hand!

Whether shot is a success or not.
If it hits, would knock gun out of grip.
She is still charging—does not stop!
Shift’s blaster from her right to left fist.

Now in right hand is a beskad’s hilt!
But maybe the beskar breaks guidelines.
Will settle for vibrosword—that too is fine.
Coming closer…Wonder Woman for the kill!

Spoiler: Combat Summary

Target: Crux
Actions: Defending | Attacking
Defending: Thermal detonator (grenade, whatever)
Attacking: Blaster bolt x1

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[Crux]

As Crux ran, he saw the familiar glow of a bolt heading for him. He might not have had a shield, but he did have his reflexes. He quickly dropped down, reaching for the vibrosword that hung over his shoulder. He unsheathed it as soon as he got back up to his feet, just about two feet away from her left.

He swung horizontally, aiming to cut into her side. He wasn’t looking to kill— no, he was sure that Endyr wanted to strike the final blow himself. But if he could make her bleed, drain the fight out of her, then he would have done his job.

As soon as his sword swung he drew his arm back, readying himself to counter any attacks on her end. Normally he would have pressed the offensive, but this was a Mandalorian he was fighting. They didn’t say the bucketheads were formidable warriors for nothing.

Spoiler: Summary

Defend: One shot from Cas
Attack: Swinging vibrosword at Cas's left side

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[Zaia Krodas]

In the heat of the moment, all of Zaia’s focus was concentrated on Endyr. When he raised his blasters to fire, a push from her jetpack would move her to the right and away from the two shots that came.

He slid backward, dodging hers like she’d done with his, and she fired two more at his exposed chest the same time as he did. Endyr’s second round of shots would get closer than she would have liked, however, and the only way she could avoid it was by quickly moving to the side and shutting off her jetpack for a brief moment. With that, she would land on the ground in a slight crouch to absorb the impact, both knees bent, as Ratheon propelled himself into the air.

Dank farrik. That would make him a lot harder to hit, but that was fine. She did like a challenge, and she was more than happy to keep Endyr occupied while Cas finished off his dog. She would fire one more shot at Endyr’s head, hoping to strike him down as he lifted up. Should he shoot back, which she knew he would, she was ready to counter. If he wanted a fight in the air, then that was what he would get.

Spoiler: Summary

Defend: Four shots from Endyr
Attack: Two shots at Endyr's chest followed by one at his head as he flies up

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[Endyr Ratheon]

Endyr Ratheon
vs.
Zaia Krodas

Spoiler: Music OOC

Slidin’ across the floor.
For your Praxor bitch!
A woman of Mandalore?
Not one of them was a whore.
Or she wasn’t Mandalorian.
And he’s not Endyr Ratheon.
There’s your wrath again!
Oh, bet, at the door again!

These thoughts are in his head?
Shots fly toward a Man’s chest.
His jetpack enhanced speed.
First on back, now on feet.

Yet, ignited again!
Hello, girlfriend!
Flyin’ for her ass!
Our Zaia Krodas!

Bolts come his way.
A man twists away.
Offers slimmer target.
Though he is not Arya.
This isn’t Game of Thrones.
More like Game of Mandos?
Queue your ‘Thinking’ emote.
Mandalorians—none are emos.

A bolt flies past Endyr’s right.
A bolt flies right into his thigh.
That’s where beskar is.
Yes…it’s coincidence.
Then again…is it..?

This combat isn’t planned.
A couple dice rolls at that.
Our PVP—it’s a real thing.
For storytelling—winging.

So a Mandalorian continues flyin’.
By this point, he’s more like climbin’.
Dodged first two shots ‘cause of slidin’.
Both Mandos continue to fight like rhymin’.

Each opponent fires off another round again.
Two bolts soar from Zaia and two from Ratheon.
They hit the targets or far from it—whatever mark.
Then comes Zaia’s lonely bolt—Praxor’s loyal kark.

However, it was even less easy to shoot a moving target.
The bolt whizzes past the head—poor choice, the helmet.
As far as choosing a target went—is what that meant.
Yet a Mandalorian has proven to be a worthy opponent.

“Hahaaaaa! Ya kick ass, Krodas!”
Dank farrik. I wanna tap that ass.
Endyr is in the air, calls her name.
“Question for ya: Ya like grenades!?”
Tosses a thermal detonator her way.
Returning a favor, may kiss her face.

Either way, even if it didn’t hit, queue the one explosion.
No track for “Ours Is The Wrath” so we have “Go For It”.

Spoiler: Combat Summary

Target: Zaia Krodas
Actions: Defending / Attacking
Defending: 3 shots [2+1]
Attacking: Grenade

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[Casany Praxor]

Casany Praxor
vs.
Crux

Spoiler: Music OOC

Forged In Fire!
“Forged In Fire”.
A track, we do have.
For Clan Praxor’s words.
Words are hard, kinda curve.
Mottos, words, Game of Thrones.
Houses, clans—blood and bones.
Game of Mandos, game of words.

And a Mandalorian goes after!
And a man—he comes at her!
But he’s no Man!
“I am no man!”
She ain’t Éowyn!
She ain’t even Wonder Woman!
But..well she’s...MANDALORIAN!

Like Drane’s thread, then—a “C”.
But what the hett’s it mean, di’kut?
Like Ramsay Snow said: Come see.
Just playing, really, just having fun!

Her opponent runs.
His sword is up.
Not that one.
But of Crux.

He swings horizontally.
Aims to cut into her side.
He wasn’t looking to kill.
It’s a silly thing—really.
This fight is kill or die.
If he won’t…she will!

Her sword is in her right hand.
His sword is in his right hand.
He swings at her left side.
She swings left from right.

Blade of -clang!-
Blade of -cling!-

His blade her blade parries!
To his right, makes it leave!

And a woman is swinging!
For the purpose of killing!
Doesn’t need him alive!
So that man shall die!

A WOMAN’S FURY BEATS BRIGHTER.
OF CLAN PRAXOR. FORGED IN FIRE.

The flat of her blade pushes his blade away!
If he swings again, her vambrace he’ll scrape!
But a woman is still charging—she doesn’t wait!
Runs into Crux’s guard, thrusts forward with blade!

It was just a twist of the wrist at best.
Following the failed attack at her left.
Offers her enemy a bit of right flank.
Goes for a stab—into chest of man.

If it penetrates Crux?
Say goodbye, di’kut!

Spoiler: Combat Summary

Yes.

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[Crux]

“Karkin’ di’kut,” Crux growled under his breath as Praxor blocked his swing. Yes, he was using Mando’a, he’d heard the word so many times from Endyr that it almost felt natural saying it. He drew back as the Mandalorian charged forward and aimed her blade at his chest. Was she going for his heart? Because he wasn’t one to let a woman break it.

Raising his sword in a defensive parry, the bounty hunter wouldn’t give an inch as he pushed back against hers, gritting his teeth.

After a few seconds, he would pull his sword out to the right before aiming a downwards slice at Casany’s exposed back. If the blade ended up where he’d intended, it would slice her in two at about her waist. A pity that he would have to do it to a woman, but his payment was on the line.

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[Zaia Krodas]

As her third shot missed, Zaia cursed. She looked up at Endyr in the air, who was just laughing it off. Maybe it was just her, but she didn’t see any of this as funny. Not when it came to Cas. She put her blasters back into their holsters.

“Nar’sheb!” she snapped back, and then came the grenade. Her instincts took over as the blinking device was thrown, and then she launched herself into the air again. The explosion shook the ground below, but it wasn’t on her mind as she barreled into Endyr in midair.

Aiming to knock him off balance more than anything else, she would aim a jetpack-assisted punch at his neck as she shoved her knee upward toward his stomach in a move to hopefully knock the wind out of him. She wasn’t going to stoop so low as to go for his groin, even though it was probably easier to do.

@Die Shize

 

[Endyr Ratheon]

Endyr Ratheon
vs.
Zaia Krodas

Spoiler: Music OOC

Shove it.
Nar’sheb.
For those
Who don’t
Know it.
I didn’t.
So checked it.

“COME GET IT”
Needs a lesson.
The Mandalorian.
This here woman.

She came at him.
He expected it.
Like a Man!
A woman.

Hoped for it.
GRENADE.
Wait for it!
Explodin’—
Less’go’en!
Not Mando’a.
‘Let’s go then!’

And a woman barrels into a man!
Cover the distance with jetpack!
Words curve—climbin’ steps!
Off balance—nope, not yet!

…A shape…
Wussit make?
Words curve.
Mudhorn’s curved horn?
Could be but no not really.
Moving on—Move along.

The punch for Endyr’s neck ends up
Swinging past his head and helmet.
So a punch doesn’t really connect.
Yet, bet, knee hits gut / stomach.

“OOF!”
Mando oof’s.
But wind isn’t
Knocked outta him.
Armor absorbs it.
Needs only moment.

In truth, a Mandalorian isn’t a sadist, but the pain’s exhilaratin’.
Which is really just to say that combat is a guy’s kinda game.
Clan Ratheon was not in this business for the gain of fame.
Neither infamy, despite Endyr’s piracy—still Mandalorian.

Like his enemy, Casany,
Vengeance—he seeks.
He’ll have it—Endyr.
Yes—he’ll end her.
First—her.
Not Cas.
Krodas.
Words.
Curve.
Bone
Mud
Horn
Or..?
No..
Oh.

Unfortunately…for Zaia.
As they both fly higher.
Endyr uses her knee.
Against Zaia, ya see.

With her forward momentum.
He keeps the two connected.
He has armor on his stomach.
And on his head an iron helmet.

“Give me a kiss, you bitch!”
Gives her shoulders a grip.
Of Mandalore, she’s no whore.
He’s headbutted chicks before.

He respects her enough not to actually kiss.
But does headbutt her helmet; or it’s a miss?
Either way, successful or not, he doesn’t wait.
His stomach’s tingly, not hungry; a bit of pain.

The headbutt’s really just a distraction.
No uppercut but a different contraption.
Mandos know it—it comes in a vambrace.
Zaia—no whore but here’s your whipcord!

Endyr fires it from his left vambrace.
Slings like a snake out above a wrist.
It would wrap around our Zaia’s waist.
Ratheon has his wrath—he has his rage!

With hands on Zaia’s shoulders, that
Grapple may wrap around arms and all.
If successful—Endyr takes her on a tour.
Like a merry-go-round—above the floor!

Came to dance blows!
Of Mandalore—him, her!
“Rage of the Shadow Warriors”!

Spoiler: Combat Summary

Target: Zaia Krodas
Actions: Fisticuffs 'n' stuff
Defending: Punch
Attacking: Headbutt | Grappling

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[Casany Praxor]

Casany Praxor
vs.
Crux

Spoiler: Music OOC

Beskad, vibrosword—Praxor’s arm.
Katana? No—more like a scimitar.
Wonder Woman? No. Bo-Katan!
Queue musical theme combat!

“Karkin’ di’kut!”
I love that one.
But I am no man.
No—I am woman!

Casany of Praxor!
At the door again!

Crux growled under his breath.
As Praxor blocked his swing.
So that was successful then.
Blade of clang—blade of cling.

He drew back as
The Mandalorian
Charged forward
And aimed her blade
At his chest and at
His heart—for death.

A man wasn’t one to
Let a woman break it.
This man is too stupid.
He duels Mandalorian!

Raising his sword in a
Defensive parry, the—
Bounty hunter wouldn’t
Give an inch as he pushed
Back against hers—gritting.

You gotta be kidding.
Casany does think.
A blade lock?
Over the top.
And…she’s grinning!
Will soon be winning!
Our woman.
Mandalorian.
Wait at the gate.
It isn’t my best.
There’s an “F”?

After a few seconds—
He would pull his sword
Out to the right before—
Then again. Seconds are
Precious when it comes to
Combat. Mandos do reckon.

In PVP, this is what we call
An interruption. Stands tall.

Her front faces his front.
Not her back he looks at.
Will never get that chance.
Behind helmet? Just a man.
Not a woman—Not a Man!

Their blades are still engaged.
In a kinda pointless bladelock.
It’s okay, friendo, doing great!
Combat is your game—go on!

He pulls his sword out to the right.
She had first swung to left from right.
Stab at chest came from same direction.
More or less—depending on a perspective.

That meant Praxor’s sword is in this position:
Diagonally upward with tip to right and sky.
This can...at times be...well...it can be a kind
Of useless information 'cept in this situation.

With Crux’s blade going toward his right
Her blade goes forward, yes, once more!
A woman is a Mandalorian, yes, in a fight!
She ain’t Bo-Katan! She’s Casany Praxor!

As her foe’s right arm departs.
His sword traveling rightward.
Casany’s sword goes forward.
Beskar, vibro, go for chest again.

Crux is helpless this time.
Yes—he is—defenseless.
‘Cept for armor on chest.
He can feel her breath.
From behind black eyes.

He could swing blade again.
But would swing right to left.
Her sword faces left to right.
Against Crux's, it would bite.

And this post is inevitably lengthy.
Ultimately this is still storytelling!

Spoiler: Combat Summary

HELLO, SICADORITO.

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[Crux]

Before he had a chance to swing at the Mandalorian’s back, she had taken the offensive first and aimed another stab at his chest. Being in much closer quarters this time, Crux didn’t have much of a chance to block, and his only option was to back up as quickly as he could before trying to raise his sword defensively.

Even so, Praxor’s blade still grazed his chest, and it was only his durasteel armor that prevented the vibroblade from slicing flesh. With her arm extended in her attack, however, it would be exposed to an attack from above. Aiming for her wrist, Crux would slice downwards. Best case scenario for him, it would cut off her hand. If not, at least it would get her to draw back or cut her arm to give her something to think about.

“You’re lucky I’m goin' easy on you,” he managed to say. “Endyr has worse plans.” Watching for her reaction, he would keep his sword out a small distance in front of him, ready to block for when she would hit him again.

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[Zaia Krodas]

The satisfaction of finally landing a blow gave a boost to her energy. That second she only saw an opportunity for her next move, and she was just about ready to go for another punch or kick when she felt hands grab onto her shoulders and something suddenly ram into her head. For a moment she saw stars, and she dimly realized that it was her overconfidence that had led to this.

She was barely able to move out of the way when a whipcord shot out at her. Instead of wrapping around her waist, however, it would go around her right ankle. As Endyr began to spin, trying to pull her as if she were a marionette, she saw no other option but to fly directly towards the ground and shut off her jetpack. It was so fast that she was barely able to see, but the rocky floor soon came into view and she grabbed onto the nearest thing her hands could find. That would be a boulder, but Endyr’s jetpack would drag her away from it.

The karking shabuir! Pain flared up in her ankle as a sudden tug separated her from the boulder. She had to get rid of this thing. With a flick of her wrist as she was dragged along the ground, she activated the hidden blade in her right gauntlet and reached up, attempting to swipe at the cord to hopefully cut it.

@Die Shize

 

[Endyr Ratheon]

Endyr Ratheon
vs.
Zaia Krodas

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

We learning PVP.
Both of us indeed.
PVP is experimenting.
In a way it’s like gaming.

I was having fun rolling dice and stuff.
PVP—what have thee—it’s storytelling.
But thanks to Sic this is getting kinda fun.
A Dorito—and I have this bag that’s full of 'em.

Shabuir.
‘Jerk’.
For sure.
SHAH-boo-EER
Mando’a.[inserthere]

A Mandalorian really isn’t trying to pull
A Mandalorian as if she’s a marionette.
He’s actually trying to kind of swing her
Almost but not quite like a kinda ballerina.

If said ballerina is on a merry-go-round.
Listens and laughs as she’s flying down.
A jetpack could be a Mando’s best friend.
Burned like fire—like blood—burns so red.

Red was more the color of Clan Praxor.
Endyr is of Ratheon—Zaia’s at a boulder.
Karking Krodas tries to cut that whipcord.
Takisir! Insult. Dunno meaning. Hold her!

-kkWUT!-
Or...sommat.
Insert sound effect here?
Of a woman's knife cutting her bind.

Mando was having fun spinning his donut.
Of blue and white beskar—’iron’ or ‘armor’.
No longer tethered, she might go on the run.
Nah, not Krodas. Mando gal. Stronger! Harder!

Endyr Ratheon is still hovering in the air.
Twin trails of bursting firelight—so bare.
Bears the burns of vengeance deeds.
End a Mandalorian. Her ‘n’ Casany.

“Whaddya say, soldier?”
Soldiers… Warriors…
THE MANDALORIANS.
One last chance for her.

“Set aside your loyalty for Casany.”
Pistols in hands ready to shoot back.
Maybe Zaia was not interested in talking.
“Join me. Return to the fold. Like a true Man!”

Mando tilts his head to her.
As if searching for steel.
Iron—the heart so real.
What is her answer?

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[Casany Praxor]

Casany Praxor
vs.
Crux

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

So…you have chosen a vibroblade.
That’s okay. Beskad for a later dance.
Will have to read up on the guidelines.
For now we shall continue to just fight!

-Sskrrrrrt!-
Blade to armor.

This Mandalorian’s wolf-dog-pet-guy
Got his chestplate scraped by sword.
Graze it, swung to left from the right.
Fire fuels her! OUR CASANY PRAXOR!

Drawing sparks from steel is kind of like
Drawing blood from flesh and from bone.
Her attack connects—to an extent. In kind
Her sword swings left as he raises his own.

Yet he had first raised his blade defensively against hers.
Opted to block so her sword’s already moving leftward.
This is the part where his begins its swing for her wrist.
Inertia no longer binding her, she defends against his.

Momentum and all that nonsense guides Casany’s swing.
This time her sword is moving from her left then rightward.
His blade comes vertically—horizontally is swinging hers.
Hers up—his down, blade of -clang!- and -cling!-—kissing.

Her blade parries his away, gives distance, him vs. her.
Cas’ opponent has what looks like Princess Leia’s visor.
Has black and red on his outfit, a bit like Fennec Shand.
Man’s still an idiot. And, dank farrik, Casany is no man!

“HA!”
Cas can laugh!
“Easy? On me?”

That infamous Mandalorian head tilt again.
You small…small man…just like all the rest…

Her scimitar of a sword is held before her.
Tip to the sky again—pointing to her left.
This time in two hands, she is yet a Man!
If a man can kill a woman this one can’t!

“DO YOU KNOW MY NAME!?”
But a Mandalorian doesn’t wait!
“I AM CASANY OF CLAN PRAXOR!”
Gold of vengeance! Red of parent!
“You brought this on yourself!"
Death!
WAR!”

C’MON!
Heart so strong!
Black visor’s on!
C’MOOOOON!

Cannot run away.
He has her gaze.
Visor into visor.
Eye into EYE!

And a woman charges forward!
Yes, breathless MANDALORIAN!
Casany swings forward yet again!
Horizontally from right to her left!

Her opponent has durasteel on his chest!
But the plating does not cover his neck!
Maybe not, she banks, fury in her hands!
Will end him, then Ratheon! Mandalorian!

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[Crux]

Kriff, she’s intense. Despite it being quite clear that Casany wasn’t holding back at all, Crux was still slightly taken aback by her continued aggression. She deflected his hit as well as he’d expected and even managed to force him to take a step back while she was at it. But no one had ever said that Mandalorians were easy prey— especially not Endyr.

Think of him as the Ratheon’s pet she might, but he was used to being thought of that way. The way he saw it, he had the freedom to leave whenever he wanted. Money didn’t demand loyalty.

“I know your name,” he said, readying his sword again. “And it means nothing more to me than the one that’ll go on my next case o’ credits.” When she came at him again, this time aiming for his neck, Crux would take his own sword in two hands to swing hard at hers. He hoped to knock the weapon out of her grip.

“You might be Mandalorian, woman, but your people are too proud. You’re just as mortal as any of us here.”

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[Zaia Krodas]

To her immense relief, the cord broke off with a sharp snapping noise when her blade went through. Although Endyr was no longer dragging her, the momentum still remained and she ended up rolling a couple feet before she came to a stop. Still a bit dizzy, she got up to one knee as Endyr hovered above her and offered a way out. Kad Ha’rangir knew how he’d gotten that notion in his head that she might suddenly change her allegiance.

Glaring up at him, Zaia would meet his gaze, one visor staring into another. She wanted to make her point clear. Unlike him, she was no traitor. His notion of “Man” was completely different from what it was supposed to be. And for that, she wanted no part of it.

“I am no Man.”

With that, she drew her blasters and fired at his chest again, one shot from each pistol.

@Die Shize

 

[Endyr Ratheon]

Endyr Ratheon
vs.
Zaia Krodas

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Man.
Man.
Yeah.
Zaia is a Man.
But isn’t a man.
She’s a woman.
Mando’s kinda woman.
If it wasn’t for her inevitable death.
Endyr might get behind her chest.

“I am no Man.”
Endyr would remember that.
His test, that warrior passed.
At that, both her pistols blast!

-POP!-
-POP!-

They fly at his chest again!
Endyr shifts aside—the left!
Bolts whizz by—to his right.
Thanks to jetpack in the sky.

“A Mandalorian’s loyalty should never be in question, kid.”
He has two pistols in his hands too but does not shoot.
“Yours isn’t. I respect that. Yep, yer my kinda Mandalorian.”
He has fought more than one before; closed the doors.

Endyr Ratheon, well, he has killed many dogs.
“Of course, to beat me, well you’re gonna need
A lot more than an Emryc Thorne energy drink!”
He’s flying, downward, forward, with the dawn!

Helmet faces ground, boots face the sky.
Endyr fires two shots from left and right.
Right for chest and left for her right leg.
Endyr will see his enemies end up dead.

-POP!-
-POP!-

@Sicadorito

 

[Casany Praxor]

Casany Praxor
vs.
Crux

Spoiler: Music OOC [Recurring]

Credits!
Karking kriff!
Men like him!
Hardly worth it!

All they wanted was to get paid.
As if money meant everything.
Dreamed of credits for days.
Pathetic—even in evening.

To a Mandalorian?
Money’s worthless in comparison.
Credits cannot buy back a mother.
Blood is worth so much more to her!

Casany Praxor!
AT THE DOOR.

A man is strong.
A woman is stronger.
Perhaps not in the bod.
But certainly in the armor!

He swings his blade to his left.
To knock hers away, he intends.
Yet, just as hers shifts to her right.
She arcs it up, momentum—it flies!

After the parry, his blade may move to her right.
Casany arced her blade up from her right to left.
Maybe this would be the part where a wolf dies.
Scimitar’s convex would crack helmet, split head.

They both have two hands on their hilts.
Crux had to put strength into his swing.
To knock hers from her grip—I mean.
Her swing is more graceful for a kill.

If Crux doesn’t dodge it then he would lose his helm.
her vibrosword would tear through armor and bone.
The blade’s edge would rip through flesh like a pelt.
Yes, a wolf’s hide. Of combat, a Mandalorian owns.

Right... Her opponent’s intending on still rambling.
“You might be—” was yet as far as his breath gets.
A number of guidelines when it comes to combat.
Like talk little and less—whether man or a woman.

@Sicadorito

 

[Crux]

As hard as he’d tried, Casany’s vibrosword was still in her grip, and Crux was forced to duck to his side as she swung for his neck. Kriff this. However, now that her arms were up to her left side, Crux would take the hilt of his sword and aim to shove it hard into her abdomen, leading with his elbow and stepping into his push.

He hoped to send her back maybe a foot or two, but he was starting to get a little tired. With all the pushing, shoving, and parrying going on, his ultimate goal was to get out of here alive, get his money, and go. This was nothing personal for him, and he felt weirdly out of place being the only non-Mandalorian here.

Their people could fight— no doubt about that, but he wondered what the point of all of it was. Fun? Glory? They couldn’t all be stuck over old rivalries, could they? He’d never understand them, nor did he want to. He was just a simple man trying to make his way in the galaxy.

@Die Shize

 

[Zaia Krodas]

His kind of Mandalorian? Zaia didn’t know whether to be insulted or to take it as a compliment. As far as she knew Endyr was loyal to no one but himself, and it showed in the way he’d brought a bounty hunter to fight instead of challenging Casany himself.

As he dove down and fired two shots at her, Zaia would roll forward. The bolts would land a short distance behind her, though her attention would only be on Endyr as he continued to fly straight downwards. When he was close enough, she would extend her wrist and flip on the switch to her flamethrower, sending a roaring blast of flames into his general direction and hoping to scorch him in more than one place.

Forged in fire. That was Clan Praxor’s motto, and though she wasn’t of Casany’s kin, Ratheon would feel the burn regardless.

@Die Shize