Topic: Your Mand'alor beckons

Kal'ak kept watching seeing the woman hit at her opponent, it was odd, as if she read his thoughts, he pushed the thought from his mind, only force sensitives could do such things, and even then they needed to be trained.

Moving to one of the stands and siting down, Talos pulled out his Vibro-blade and begain to sharpen it with a wet-stone.

Kal'ak saw the newcomer sit down, ans begin to sharpen his vibro-blade on a whet-stone, but he was foucsing on the fight, the woman was doing well, much better, it seemed than he freind, who was still using the jedi fighting style.

Talos stoped stoped cleaning his blade, and begain studying the fight more closely. Watching the Mando with a red trim and orange armor, Talos noticed that he was useing a old Jedi style, with the destinctive low defence positon, and quick jabs and thrusts, it was actually hard NOT to miss it. " the di'kut is useing a week Jedi style combat stance." he said thinking out loud, the jedi relie too much on defence styles, and not enough on attacking the enemy.

Kal'ak replaced his helmet, and checked his wrist blades, making sure they were sharp. He continued to check his weapons, watching the fighters..well...fight.

(when is somthing intresting gona happen?)

(when either A they finish fighting and i challenge the winner, or B when some one insults my characters honor)

( well, your honor might get insulted sooner that you think......)

(good, i was geting bored commenting on the fight. oh, and dont do anything way to big, or itll be a death match. and i'll win. :) (jk but i dont want to kill you guy, or have mine killed, i'm not good at making mandos
)

" looking over to the Mando siting next to him Talos said: " did ya know that my Mandalorain blaster rifel can but a destroyer out of orbit? Bet yours cant do somthing like that!"

Kal'ak replied without looking at him, as though the Mandolorian next to him was not worth his attention, "My weapon does not need to do such, as I am able to kill my enimies with mele weapons and my bare hands. I do not need to hide behind technology."
(time to quote Sarge "Thats a burn.")

being slightly angred by the Mandos response (wich was the revearse affect he wanted) Talos said: "well, you'll think differently when you have a hole where your face is supposed to be."

Kal'ak still watched the fight. "I hope you realize what youve just done." he said queitly, causing the other to lean closer to hear him.

"oh, did I make you angry?" Talos replied with a smirk

Kal'ak moved quickly, getting Talos in a headlock, and placing his wristblades under his chin. "No, but you threatend me, and that isnt a very smart thing to do. I can eaisily kill you but i wont, mostly because that would be a waste. I'm going to let you live, and if you even mention my name with a disrespectfull tone you will be in a situation like this." Kal'ak waited a moment, then released him, replacing his wristblades.

" I dont make threats I make promises" This time Talos moved to a defensive postion with his Vibro-blade, so he couldnt get a head lock on him.

Kal'ak pretty much ignored Talos as he made his "promises", however he was completely prepared for anything.

"cmon, I chalenge you to a Vibo-blade battle fight for disgraceing me!" Yelled Talos

Kal'ak continued to taunt Talos, by ignoring him. "Hold on, I'm watching this" He said, waving dismissivly, still completle ready, and grinning behind his helmets faceplate.

seeing that the Mandalorian Ignore him, Talos in the blink of an eye pulled out his Mando Ripper and shot him in the foot. And yelled: HEY! I'm talkin to you!

Kal'ak twitched his foot, barely avoiding the shot, and turned, and backhanded Talos, drawing his vibroblade and holding it to his neck, the tip pressing into Talos' throat. "This is the second time you have made a mistake, let it be know that I can easily end your life. This is the last time!" Kal'ak said, slashing his sword away, and leaving a cut, which ended less then a centimeter from Talo's jugular vein. (thats the big one on the side of your neck) He then replaced his blade, and resumed watching the fight.

(ok I give up)


Talos just mumbled and sat down.

Kal'ak leaned back into his seat, and put one of his feet up, watching the fight. "Di'kut" he said, just loudly enough so Talos could hear.

( O........m.........g)

(MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! *evil laugh* challenge me agian and you will be fought.)

(some ones really evil.....)

(he is trying to make talo do somthing stupid, like challenge him again and....methinks its working)

(Please post)

(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)

(Post what?)

(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.

'yhea...."said Talos.

"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.