Jaing Skirata vs. Anjea Skirata

[anjea]

Just outside of Coronet City, Corellia, on the golden sand of the beach, Anjea Skirata walked along the water's edge towards the dueling area. She was clad in her beskar'gam, the setting sun reflecting dully off her deep painted plates. One one shoulder shown the mythosaur, the symbol of all Mandalorians, on the other, the Skirata Clan insignia. As she looked through the HUD inside her buy'ce, she moved her eyes to disarm the flamethrower and dart launcher for ht duration of the fight. There was to be no use of the Force either. Simply skill against skill.

Anjea walked into the designated dueling area, shifting her weight onto her right foot as she looked around for her opponent. She was nervous, there was no denying it. Her aliit'buir, Jaing Skirata, was not one you wanted to piss off. He was skilled, cunning and brilliant. Who better to learn from, but the best, right?

She wore her double bladed lightsaber on her left hip, which could be pulled apart into two separate blades. The blades were also pink, matching the deep pink hue of her armor. Her fingers idly stroked the hilt as she took in all her surroundings, and waited patiently to begin.

[jaing]

*Jaing raised his eyebrow as he stepped out on the beach and saw the di'kutla pink armor. Rolling his eyes he stepped towards the dueling area*

*He wears his usual black and green armor, a collection of blast and lightsaber resistant plates, made from beskar, which were attached to a waterproof, armor mesh flight suit, the sleaves missing, the plates on his arms strapped around his arms. A liner shirt with a micro energy field projector and two layers of ceramic plates greatly improve protection around the chest, back, and stomach and provide protection from fire, acid, intense heat, and cold.*

*On his back though was no jetpack. Two beskad hilts here seen sticking up from behind either shoulder, one sheath covered completely by the black half cape he normally wore, the hilt sticking up from between where the cape attached to the armor. The other sheath was seen in all it's glory, the beskar plating on it engraved with scenes of Mandalorian battles. Each sheath was spring loaded, ejecting the beskad upward with a whispered command inside his helmet. Smiling a bit Jaing reached over his right shoulder and pulled one beskad. The blade reflected the light of the arena, the Skirata emblem engraved on the blade.*

*On each arm he wore his typical gauntlets with their attachments. On his left gauntlet was a Czerka ZX miniature flame projector, the hose to the flame projector running to a tank on the small of his back. The projector was good for three minutes of continuious fire, although Jaing typically used it in small bursts. Directly underneath this was a Dur 24 wrist laser. Comparable to a blaster rifle in power, these wrist lasers had a range of 50 meters. On His right wrist was a Gauntlet Dartcaster, loaded with six beskar darts that were for once, unadourned. Under this was aFibercord Whip with a grappling device: a 20-meter-long fibercord whip used to entangle and immobilize a target. The new additions to his arms were the wristband blades. They were the same type that Jango had used in his fight with Obi-Wan on Kamino. Strapped around his upper left arm was three small beskar throwing blades. Smirking still, Jaing flexed his left hand, feeling one of the two crushgaunts he always wore augumenting his stregnth. The armored glove used an unknown technology to enhance the natural hand-arm strength of its wearer and was deadly when used to crush human bones.*

*Jaing's belt held no weapons, instead only serving to hold his kama in place. The kama was a flexible anti blast armor, used as protection against crippling injury from low-flying shrapnel, debris, and blaster bolts on chaotic battlefields. On each knee was affixed his typical dart launchers, each containing three shots, and explosive tips that exploded on impact. At the top of each boot was a 6 inch, beskar shivs. The blades were also engraved, as were the beskads, with the Skirata emblem. On each thigh, where his holster for his pistols typically strapped, were instead straps containing two small throwing knives. The weapons made from the more common durasteel instead of the rare beskar.*

*Jaing whispered a command and the weapons attached to his arms fell away, leaving only the knee pad launches which he deactivated. Jaing said nothing as he tilted his head sideways and looked towards Anjea*

[anjea]

Anjea watched Jaing approach, taking in all of his adorned armor. She blinked, and took a hard swallow as her aliit'buir stood in all his glory before her. As the weapons fell away from his person, she half smiled, raising her eyebrow under her buy'ce. She would have to remember to ask where he had his armor made, it was quite impressive.

As she took a deep breath, she cocked her head to each side, a small pop coming from her cracking neck. She moved to crouch for a moment, then arched back into a back walk over, ensuring all her armor was as it should be, allowing her flexibility. She pushed off with her hands and came to stand on her feet, facing Jaing once more. Anjea reached down with her left hand, taking her saber hilt between her fingers. With a twirl and a flick of her pinkie finger, one glowing deep magenta blade sprang from one end of the hilt with a snap-hiss. Her fingers gripped the hilt still, the blade pointing down and to the left as she held her weapon underhandedly, shifting back onto her right foot and pulling the blade in front of her defensively. Her right hand was held out idly at her side.

Her blade hummed dully against the sounds of water crashing up onto the shore. She knew she could do this, she had prepared. It would be no use to be afraid now, just move, think, stay alert and aware. She slowly extended her right hand forward and wagged her fingers, nodding her head slightly.

[jaing]

Jaing watched her as she cracked her neck, his eyebrow slightly raised. The beskad in his right hand tapped lightly against a small rock on the ground as he watched. He smirked a bit as she lit the saber with her pinkie. Jaing had faced fully trained Jedi without a problem. He had beaten the Jedi Grand Master twice, faced Malkanti Skirata, the Chiss Jedi who had once been a Mandalorian and won tatooine as a result of the Chiss’ defeat. Even Liana Ordo, once recognized as the best duelist in the galaxy, had lost to Jaing. The only one that Jaing felt could come close to beating him was Mereel, who Jaing himself had trained.

Jaing looked at the extended fingers and grinned slightly. Inside the helmet he logged into the holonet, broadcasting the video feed from his helmet to betting houses around the galaxy. He smirked a bit and pulled the left side beskad from over his shoulder. He flipped the blade around in a reverse grip, the blade running up the backside of his arm. He stood with his legs slightly apart, fully facing Anjea.

Jaing continued to look at her, not making a move to attack. Instead he stood like a statue, the tapping of the beskad stopping. The tip of the blade settled into the sand near the small rock as he looked at her. His head cocked to the side, daring her to attack him, his posture indicating that he felt she was no threat at all.

[anjea]

Anjea watched as Jaing drew the second weapon and raises her eyebrow. Well, this just got better and better. What was she thinking? Oh well, she was here, and she was going to try her best, win or lose, she would try. Anjea was so used to utilizing the Force in her fighting, she was quite at a loss as to what she could use to her advantage, especially when it seemed she would be the one attacking first.

Taunting wasn't going to work, look at him, he's a stone wall for Force sake. She could almost feel his eyes burning into through his buy'ce. She wasn't, however, going to be intimidated. She was strong minded and willed. She had had years of training in saber and dueling arts. Granted, she had not had the greatest teachers. The time of learning is never over, and now was going to be the greatest lesson.

She moved her right hand to her saber hilt and ignited the second blade. It jumped to life as the first one had, the humming dulled and almost lost by the crashing clear water upon the shore. She gripped the hilt in both hands now, then gave it a twist, pulling it apart. Each hand now wielded its own weapon, right hand in a traditional grip, left hand reversed. With a twirl of the right blade, Anjea sprang forward, running at her aliit'buir.

As she ran, she lifted her right blade up and back, as if she was going to slice down and across his body, but stops about two feet from him and mimics the beginning of the strike, only to drop into kick spin. Pivoting on her left foot, she extends her right leg out, kicking out at his left knee while she brings her right blade down parallel to her leg, hovering it slightly over her leg to help deflect any strike he might attempt at slicing at her extended leg, plus ad a little extra to her strike if she hits.

As she spins, she brings her left saber across and over her body, protecting the rest of her as best she can.

[jaing]

Jaing shook his head slightly as she started ignited the second blade and held them in a mockery of he held his own blades. The light reflected off the green plates of his beskar’gam, the water lapping lightly at his feet. He watched her in his buy’ce, the HUD focused on her weapons.

As she started to run forward, he smiles a bit, leaving the tip of his beskad buried in the sand. He continues to watch her as the blade lifts, not letting so much as a small twitch show. The blade begins to drop then stops as she drops into her spin. Jaing pivots on his right foot, turning counter-clockwise. His left leg and foot move away from the kick as his beskad moves along in a tight circle. The blade drags through the sand and then yanks up, moving from low, under the sand, upwards in a slice at the underside of her unprotected knee, the saber held above her leg useless to stop it without taking her leg as well. Jaing smiles a bit, aiming the blade at the back of her knee so that even if she pulls the leg back she should still take a hit to the underside of her leg.

Jaing allows his spin to continue for a moment, the motion of the beskad swinging adding to his momentum. As his left side comes around he stabs the reverse held beskad backwards. The silver blade stabs back, moving straight towards her visor. Jaing’s spin stops there, leaving his back towards Anjea.

Jaing smirks slightly and hops forward. His right foot hits the ground and he spins immediately clockwise. He lets the beskad on the right side flash out as he spins, so that it is parallel with the ground. As he comes to face her, he slashes the blade from his waist height, at an angle down, towards where her chest would be for a crouching woman her size.

Jaing stops, his right blade held near his left foot, lightly pressed against a pebble in the sand. His left blade is still held in a reverse grip. “Nar dralshy’a.” He smiles slightly as he looks at her, “Copaani gaan ad’ika?”

[anjea]

Anjea feels the cold beskad slicing through her leg, but the pain overwhelms her, choking off any scream she would have wanted to emit. Crimson blood spurts from where her lower leg was once attached to her knee, staining the golden sand below her a deep and sticky brown. She blinks, then looks up on her HUD to see another beskad coming at her head. She lets herself fall back, pushing her left blade up to catch the beskad, keeping it, if only inches, from the front of her buy'ce. She lifts her right saber up and out to her right, keeping it pointed away from her as she lands.

As Jaing hops forward, her mind still in automatic survival mode, Anjea twirls her left saber once, and now holds it traditionally. She holds it over and across her torso, pointing over her right shoulder. She fan feel the sweat saturating her hair under her buy'ce, her lungs begging for air as she loses blood onto the sand. Looking up, she sees Jaing pivoting back around, his right blade coming down at her chest.

With a grunt of effort, she pulls her right arm up, pulling her right blade into an "X" with the left blade over her chest, leaning against the strike and pushing it away from her. She falls back again onto her back, looking up at her aliit'buir. She pants with the effort of not screaming, trying her best to keep her composer in the light of utter failure. Nar dralshy’a. Copaani gaan ad’ika?

She takes a couple deep breaths before replying, "Lek, gar dralshy'a. Meg tion'jor gar jatne." She shakes her head slightly, raising and lowering her arm over her head, the blades still crossed as they sizzle in the sand. "Ni vore rohak." Tears slide silently slide down her cheeks under her buy'ce as the salty water and sand lick her open wound, her blood turning the sea foam a sickly red.