You've Got To Be Kidding Me

Herrith Hendarsin

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Mar 13, 2018
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Narriel ducked under a swipe that was aimed for her fance and punched her opponent, a female Zabrak, in the ribs before ramming her head into the woman's abdomen, wrapping her arms around her legs and taking her down to the ground in a fluid motion. The audience cheered, half of them at least, and she had enough time to enter a sloppy mount before the Zabrak had snatched her arm, kicking her legs under and around the Zeltron's body and putting her into a fairly lethal arm bar, pulling at the joint immediately. Pain flooded through her arm, and she rolled backward, displacing her aching arm from the Zabrak's grasp long enough to pull it free, and then getting pushed to the ground again. This was bad. Her opponent had gotten into a full mount, and immediately sent punches at her face, dulled by the protection of her arms. The other half of the bloodthirsy crowd was cheering now. Narriel had to do something. Fast. Or this was all over. She shoved her hips upward to knock the woman off balance, then grabbed the Zabrak's left arm and looping it around her head, while also shoving her sideways. The Zeltron's leg stretched around the Zabrak's neck and brought her to the ground, and Narriel was quick to spin on top with her opponent facing down. The Zabrak tried to tuck her chin and keep it from a chokehold, but Nara dug her thumb deep into the area between the neck and jaw, snapping her hand up and taking the chokehold, pulling the two onto her back while also bracing against the Zabrak's head with her other arm. A quick squeeze, and the other woman tapped out, with the crowd cheering. She released and stood, holding out a hand to help her fellow fighter up as the horn sounded. The Zabrak took it, and she clapped the Zeltron on the shoulder as a sign of respect before the referee took control and announced the winner.

Herrith looked over the barrier as the winner of the fight, a Zeltron with blonde hair, passed. She locked eyes with the woman, a strange feeling of familiarity washing over her before a guard blocked her view and they continued on. She looked to her sister, Sya, and grabbed her by the arm, guiding her outside. This was just an undercard fight, and they hadn't paid to get in. But the smuggler had to see this. The name tugged at her mind, Narriel, and the family name, Hendarsin, was definitely hers. They were related, but how? Running out of the stadium, she managed to catch the fighter exiting the building, and slowed. Sya was somewhere behind, slower than her nimble older sister. Nara stopped and stared at the two, narrowing her eyes slightly before approaching. Nobody was following her out, she looked poor and definitely wasn't a main card professional.

"Who are you, exactly? I get fans that try to run up all the time, but you're...different."

The two of them locked eyes, and Nara's gaze cleared as though a veil were lifted.

Herrith remained silent, a confused look on her face. She knew her name. Why? The fighter suddenly brought her in for a hug, emotions streaming wildly as Sya caught up, panting and looking between the two in confusion. Tears streamed from Nara, and Herrith soon returned the hug, suddenly aware of who she was. The name. This was...her older sister?

" I missing something here?" inquired Sya, still not entirely understanding.

The two sisters pulled apart from the embrace and faced their youngest sibling. Nara had never seen her before, but she looked familiar. Like their parents. Like Herrith, too, in a way.

"Sya...this is your oldest sister. You weren't even born before she..."

Tears were in her eyes. Nara glanced between the two and finished the sentence.
"Got kidnapped. But I've just got one question...what the hell are ny two younger sisters doing in the Outer Rim?"

Well, that was quite the story.

Here they were.

Hendarsins. All of them. The parents didn't count. Couple of keetar fregs.

Venatus Phoenix

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Feb 7, 2018
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What an exceptional armbar...

The Phoenix had come once more. But this was more of a personal endeavor for him than anything else. The fight he had witnessed was bloody and brutal, and fought with a level of skill that the older man could appreciate. He approached the fighter to congratulate her on her victory, but found security to be in his way. That... was simply not how this situation would play out, though the man seemed to have no clue, placing his hand on Venatus' chest.

"Wow, buddy, you're staying here. Not everyone is allowed back there you know."

Venatus' eyes narrowed and sparked with increased power, sending smoke ablaze his face. He would not be slowed, but he wouldn't be discourteous to this man. It was obvious he was preforming his profession to the best of his abilities, creating an image in Venatus' mind of a responsible adult attending to his responsibilities. His arms raised slightly, and he smiled.

"Good sir, I only wish to congratulate that young lady on the victory she has achieved. Such skill is in short demand."

"Uhm... right, look, the rules are the rules. If you don't back it up I'm going to have to remove you from the area."

"That would be... most unwise."

The security guard seemed to have lost his patience and started to push hard on his abdomen, causing his left arm to shoot up out of instinct and sweep his arm away, wrapping his own left around their wrist as he stepped forward, placing his right leg beneath the human's own. He had no idea what was happening, and the shock on his face was palpable, Venatus could feel it. Though he hated this, it was his training. Subconsciousness was sometimes your truest adversary. The security guard was thrown over his hip with ease, sending the larger man tumbling down a set of stairs and to the feet of the three woman, who had just moments before began to converse. Looking upwards awkwardly, he smiled slightly again, taking a step backwards.

"He provided me no options?"


Arhena Espaa

The Eye of Frost
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Aug 7, 2018
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Arhena pushed past Venatus and immediately started healing the security guard he'd thrown down the stairs. The bruise wasn't bad, but still, that was completely uncalled for! Turning on his heels, he looked over his father with a sense of annoyance. Why is it that everywhere they went he was determined to embarrass him in some way or another! Couldn't have a nice, calm and normal father and son bonding experience with Venatus Phoenix, now can you? At least he was around now, that was more than Arhena could say for the majority of his life... but then again, that was his mom's fault. They'd come to watch the fights and spend some time together, trying to mend their broken relationship, but it just didn't pan out the way Arhena had wanted it to. Hopefully Alexandrus or Alius could talk some sense into him for that stupidity.

@Autumn's Firefly @TheMorrigan