The Art of CQC

[Marion Espaa]

The Art of CQC
Location: Deep Space
Training Regiments
@Marion Espaa @Led Crow

{Open to Anyone who wants CQC Practice}
With time as their ally, even the most resilient fighters can last through a storm of blows. This is the basis of the art known as Close Quarter Combat, trained to engage multiple opponents in hand to hand combat when no other options are available. Adapted through observation of many martial art techniques, Marion Espaa has invited a fellow warrior to train in the art of stealth, subterfuge, and counter attacks. The stage is set within a derelict freighter with a single objective: Defeat the opponent by whatever means necessary. Led Crow, a newfound Jedi Knight, has answered the calling to arms. Having known the one who trained him (OOC: My own character and me IRL), the girl finds the option of battle amusing. Only time could tell who the victor would be.​

Marion stood alone among the wreckage of the freighter's interior, awaiting her opponent with Alacrity in hand. Led Crow would answer her calling soon, so she did not bother to wait for him, instead taking to the rafters above with a sly grin on her face. This would be interesting.

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@Aurius

 

[Led Crow]

Led entered the derelict from his own entrance, a far left hallway that extended for what seemed be forever. He could sense through the Force that something was not right here, but he had received the message to meet up with... someone. Tapping his hammer with a gentle smile, waving towards the darkness and yelling a gentle greeting. He had no idea where Marion was, nor did he know she was watching him with intent eyes.

 

[Marion Espaa]

-Theme-​

"Led Crow."

Marion hopped from the upper ledges of a small durasteel container, pulling into a flip before landing as gracefully as a feline. Having trained with Venatus, a legend in his own right, and his daughter Aliyah, she was more than adept in such fields. Her heart, however, was burning with a desire to destroy. It would be obvious to the Jedi that she was far gone into the deep end. Dark Magicks had pierced her and drove her ever further into the Dark Side. Her eyes, once silver and elegant, flashed with feral light.

"This day, Jedi, I will show you the failing of your ORDER!"

She lunged, blade outstretched to impale. Before it struck, however, she pulled the feint back and went for a sweep to the legs at the last possible second. One blow, one ending.

@Aurius

 

[Led Crow]

-Nuclear-​

He knew she was lunging even as she revealed herself to him. Whatever game this woman was playing, he would not have it. Failings of his Order??! There was no failure. The Jedi who had fallen in it's service knew the risk. This one was past saving. It was time now to act in accordance to the Jedi Code. He may not have a lightsaber, but he did have the Force as his ally.

"Ma'am..."

She wasn't stopping. Neither was he. Reaching out with his left hand, Led ducked beneath the lunge and caught her wrist, twisting it to the side. His right elbow came through and intended to knock the blade from her grasp while closing the distance and striking her abdomen. A disarm into an attack, just as he had been taught.

"You... stop! PLEASE!"

@TheMorrigan