Re: Your Mand'alor beckons
(some ones really evil.....)
(some ones really evil.....)
(he is trying to make talo do somthing stupid, like challenge him again and....methinks its working)
(how come your guy is so much better than mine?)
(obviously....I made him ! jk....just ive had initiative, you only initiated combat once, and he is older, and has more combat exp, he trains people like Talos.)
(I mean howed you move you foot before I shot it?)
(he expected it, he was trying to make you do somthing stupid, and he moved very fast, and he still almost lost a toe.).....(please post)
(what you character does next. also i edited my post on the SMs vs.Clones)
(ok, I edited my post on Clones vs SM too)
"ok, this is silly," said Talos. "Lets just forget this and put it behind us". Talos offered his hand in apology.
Kal'ak takes his hand, grinning and shakes it, saying "If I trained you you would have failed." in a really non-hostile way
Talos grining, says:" it was just for fun, right?"
"Maby, lets just say your lucky you didnt shoot my foot." Kal'ak said still grinning. He turned back to the fight, still grinning.
"If you still want to I can take you up on that sparring offer, teach you how to fight" Kal'ak said grinning, and removing his helmet.
"Hang on, Medical emergency," Soulus said, siganling for Raj'el to stop. She looked up to where the two Mandalorians sat.
"Hmm, false alarm I guess." She turned back to Rej'el. "We got to get this over with soon. I still want to check their injuries."
Kal'ak looks over at Talos "Looks like one of our fighters is concerned that you got hurt." he said, jokingly. "You'll be fine, probly just have a scar."
(Sorry. My b0x sux0r, back to your previous strike.)
:Raj'el parries her blade expertly, the sword in he left hand. He drops the blade to catch her arm with his right, pulls her arm and elbow toward him, and then, bending her arm, puts all of her momentum and his weight into a Mandlorian Steel elbow strike to her helmeted face.:
(Take that however you want. When you use that move in RL, people go horizontal four feet off the ground.)
Solus went flying across the ring, slamming into the wall. ((Hope I did that right))
"Kandosii, you win," She wheezed, coughing slightly. "I told you I was rusty." She stood, pulling off her helmet, shaking her sweat dampened hair out.
:Raj'el removed his own helmet, walking over to Solus. He bowed, straightened, and offered his hand. Though not a Mando tradition, shaking hands was to him a sign of respect.:
You fought admirably, and I expect if you had a blaster I would have been toast. I'm either in close or up high with a high powered scope. I'm so so good with urban blaster battles.
:He turned to the Mando crowd that had gathered. Still talking to Solus.:
It seems we have an audience. This isn't the battle circle. Are you that popular?
She looked at the hand, and took it, shaking it once.
"Thanks, you fought well as well. I'm pretty good with a Blaster yes. It came from protecting my patients at a distance."
She raised an eyebrow. "Me? Popular? I like to think of myself as the complete opposite."
"Well, then what are all these doing here? I assume they want something. Shall I wait here, or should I go back to the bar for a drink? I have little else to do."
"Maybe they want something from you," Solus told Raj'el. "You should go see."
"Eh. If they want something, they can come ask. It doesn't sit well that they just stand there like a bunch of vultures, waiting to prey on an old man."
:He paused for a moment, waiting, thinking.:
"What are this many Mando'ade doing on telos anyway?"
"They're probably looking for work. I've seen others around, out of armor, looking for a job. You know like a Bounty Hunter or some other job that suited for us," She said, a slight sneer curliing her lips. She hateed the way her people were automactically pegged as "Mercenaries" and such.
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