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[Okera Vekra]

CPT Okera Vekra
Letting off Steam - Point Delta, Bothan space

The blade sang as it cut through the air, making contact with another and moving away quickly back into guard. The droid moved with precise mechanical movements as it moved around the confines of the arena, thousands of calculations processing in barely a second trying to beat its opponent. Moving to block and parry a blow before leading in with a counter and lunging down. The opponent, however, spun out from the blow rather than leaving themselves open for the counter, and the curved blade came down on the droid's head. It returned to neutral.

Okera growled and moved away, flicking her blade in frustration.
"Increase the difficulty and go again" Taking a stance on her side of the arena
"That is restricted to Jedi"
"Override and go again" She didn't care at this point for getting hurt, they wanted a challenge, wanted to be exhausted, but most of all Okera wanted to be better. Perhaps wisely, her troopers knew better than to try, of course, she never meant to hurt them but they were all trained to hit hard. So her the togruta was having to fight against this stupid droid. Regardless of how hard she hit it, she couldn't hurt it, if she did well they knew how to fix it. So again the droid moved forward, swinging again as she blocked and moved, dancing around each other with a single misstep being the end of the dance. Over and over again she had been doing this dance, trying to get the droid to beat her, the former commando droid should be able to do it but someone had turned it down. It felt like hunting tame cubs.

Her kukri sang again as it moved through the air, a change in pitch as it met the sword. Boot slamming into the droid's chest and she roared in anger, at herself, at the universe, at the droid. Another kill, but she was tired of this droid, even if it was helping her mood. Goddess, she wished she could convince one of the crew managers to allow her to space walk.

 

[Damion Dorian]

He watched he fight between the togruta captain, and the old commando droid. Maybe he could get some combat data from the droid when she was done. However she kept going on with the droid. in a near endless dance of blades. He would tell she was getting exhausted from the endless fighting. While he did admire her skill with the blade he could see some flaws with her ability's. He was no master fighter, but perhaps he could teach her a thing or two, And maybe he could learn something of hers. Her fighting style was nothing like how the Jedi fight.

Her version was Brutal, and savage compared to the Elegant Styles of the Lightsaber, but maybe that is what we needed for a fight to be won.

He waited for a slight break in the fighting ritual "BX-Commando, stand down authentication code Bacta-Omega-324" After just a moment the droid stood still, and after another moment the droids walked back to it's dedicated zones. Damion walked up to the little arena she and the droid were fighting in. He took his cloak off and set in on one of the railings. Grabbing the vibrosword that the commando droid had as he walked by it

"Take a breather before your attack, You will never kill an inquisitor fighting like that" He did not have his helmet on so his face was fully visible, His emotions and expressions out to the word, Out to his sparring partner if she would accept.

He took a simple stance, Keeping the sword close to his body, resembling the lightsaber Form III, and it's high defense. He wanted to know her skill, her favored places to attack, and any weaknesses that she would revel.

"Your move, Okera"

 

[Okera Vekra]

CPT Okera Vekra
Letting off Steam - Point Delta, Bothan space

Inhale for four, Exhale for four. Regarding Damion with uncertainty, she turned to watch him as he moved closer, finding it slightly rude that he would interrupt without asking. Lekku moving subtly as Damion moved into the ring, taking the blade from the droid something that surprised her, not that it showed. A vibrosword was very different from a lightsaber, the balance, the forms, a lot more than most people appreciated, so why he chose it she was unsure. Regardless here he was walking into the arena and moving into form, whilst reminding her to breathe. So be it.

She flicked her blade and moved into stance, slightly wider than a standard sword stance and more akin to that of a knife fighter. Damion chose form three, a very defensive pose and difficult to penetrate. Okera moved, a quick dash, a growl as she exposed her teeth, quickly flicking her blade into a strike as she moved around. Quick and decisive strikes, moving in a way that she was quickly able to pull back into a block. The togruta kept close, right up in Damion's face, not letting him use the reach advantage whilst also using her smaller strike angles.

 

[Damion Dorian]

Damion would parry and block all incoming attacks from her with ease. Letting her slash, dash, and strike trying to hit him, only to be parried, blocked, or redirected into separate directions, He did not make one single attack on her, wanting to gauge her power, and direction of movement. His footwork however was a bit more imperfect, sidestepping most of her attacks if he could. Letting his blade act as an extension of his arm.

"You are not fighting with a dagger, so don't use it like one." His borrowed Vibroblade would then make its first strike, however it was not on her. A potential weak point that he seen. Her blade would not only be redirected to his side as he sidestepped her, which could throw her off balance if she did not see it coming, but would also launch her blade out of her hand if she was holding on to lightly, or cause some stress on her hand and arm if held to tightly. All of which would put her at a disadvantage if the fight were to continue

If this were to happen, his blade would quickly be brought up to her chest and lekku, of course stopping before any damage was done.

 

[Silver]

Pearlescent Blues stared into that of the female Togruta as her body bent low and her hips swayed as counter-balance to the side paired perfectly with the jaunt that carried the woman outside of the Droid's arc. While this dance was far more crude than what she could consider a proper fencing dance, it had potential. Potential that if tapped could turn into a truly fearsome little ditty but right now the Togruta was hurting and pain always muddied one's vision and one's movements. Hues turned from Okera to that of the 'boy', though the term used in an endearing manner, wonder. Not much could be seen of the woman who currently sat in the corner of the gym other than a wide-brimmed hat, a bandana worn around her lower face, goggles worn married between the two, and a dull blue jumpsuit that had been imprinted with the name 'Kara Deen Rye'. Unknowing to the others, a smirk was drawn upon the countenance of the female 'spacer', observing the feral nature of Okera's combat against Damion. It was that spark, that roaring flame refusing to die that had caught the human female's interest.

Damion on the other hand, had drawn into his Form Three, Soresu. He maneuvered to intercept the attacks brought against him by the feral Okera. The woman was fine to just watch at the moment, sipping on fine Vasarian Brandy as she potentially awaited her starship to be refueled. It could have been that simple, just another spacer making their way throughout the galaxy, but of course it wasn't. Talia continued observing the young Jedi Knight's movement which wasn't the best but wasn't the worst, and Damion would have no clue that he was before a fellow Jedi as the female had hid her connection to the force. She may appear as just another normal human with a minor connection to the force. That was, until she saw how Dorian was going into his attack. The female quickly and gracefully kipped up from her seat, causing the dull blue jumpsuit to sway in the wrong directly, coming to jostle to her waist and reveal her beautiful, curvy, and physically-built physique under a white undershirt while bits of white hair spilled here and there from the bandana and then, eventually the bandana fell to the floor revealing the full head of silver-white silken hair. "Don't you know that even light damage to a Togruta's L'ekku can deal harm to the Togruta? Watch where you wave that thing, jeez!"

 

[Okera Vekra]

CPT Okera Vekra
Letting off Steam - Point Delta, Bothan space

The spike in anger would be palatable to the two Jedi as Damion decided to open his mouth. That was when Okera stopped playing. A war cry, deep and proud, the Togruta moved against the Faint. She had been using this blade since they were five, having a good grip and control of the blade was the first thing they had learnt. Her blade was already moving back as Damion stepped around and she changed her stance to longer, more fencing, stance swinging in, the vibrosword coming up for her lekku and she stepped in, pivoting the blade and leaning through, left fist thrown in a punch. It was quick, it was 'savage', but goddess forbid her temper get the better of her and open them up.

The second interloper was enough for her and Okera stepped out of the ring, blade back to her sheath.
"Don't insult me eht!" He knew nothing of her or their culture, what right did he have to tell her how to use her blade? Leaning against the edge and steadying her breath, calming herself and then gesturing to the other woman.
"That's more Twi'lek vod." Turning back towards Damion who she left in the middle of the arena, running her tongue across her teeth as she considered. "Right, I'm pissed off, and I'm likely to actually hurt you, kid. Are you sure you want to keep doing this? If so, shut the fuck up about shit you know nothing about!" How many times had she said those exact words to a Jedi, it was almost endemic.

 

[Damion Dorian]

He did not fully Expect Okera to not only lean into the potential danger but go a bit feral on his as well. Punching him square in the face. It drew just a bit of blood from his lip being busted open.

He did not fully expect his little maneuver to work but the punch is what made him question a bit more. He knew she was skilled, and he did want to learn for himself how she fought. Before he entered the ring he thought it nothing more then the rage of a wild animal, Something he could easily deal with. No this was something different. While it was wild and raw compared to the elegant ability's of the Jedi, it seemed to be no less powerful, in the aspects it was strong in.

He backed off a bit and let her finish speaking, Wiping the small amount of blood that was visible on his lip, A smile on his face

"Good, Powerful strikes, Quick movements, and not allowing me the space I needed. Very good" He commended her on her style but now he was ready for a bit more, Wanting to try something new anyway. "Now, Again if you are ready"

He did look to the other Jedi, which he did admit to himself, caught his eyes for a bit longer then he intended, but he said nothing to her. He knew who she was, and was honeslty a bit afriaid that he would greet her the wrong way, one Jedi he heard a few stories about. She was a mystery to him. While most Jedi Major and Minor were documented, He never found anything major on her in the libeary during his studies as a youngling, and young Padawan

 

[Silver]

"Wait... Are you actually trying to teach this woman Martial Arts? What do you actually know about..." began the revealed female in a lilting, tantalizing dulcet, befor expertly grasping the wide-brim hat and goggles before ever touching the floor and placing them neatly into a pile on her chair, and attempting to zip her jumpsuit up again before remembering that the zipper got damaged during some of her more cavalier missions and deciding to just forget about it and adjust it to tie-off at the waist. "Actually, Knight Dorian, this might be rather interesting. I still think that the special forces captain probably knows more about martial arts than you think she knows and that right now, she's just feeling hurt and wants to let off some of that anger onto another human being."

"Well, I'm all about equal-opportunity pain. That is, if it suits Madame Vekra?" finished the woman, quickly slipping her hands to her side and revealing a pair of ornate vibro-knucklers, the blades of which seemed almost predatory with a swept talon appearance. If the acceptance was given, would shift her body placing weight on the right leg with her right arm arched forward like a crane heron preparing to strike at the snap of a moment while the other was bent at the elbow and held perpendicular to her chest ready to unravel with the tension of a bound strand able to bend iron at a moment's notice.

 

[Okera Vekra]

CPT Okera Vekra
Letting off Steam - Point Delta, Bothan space

With a wide grin, lekku moving in amusement, she rolled her head slightly to look at the stranger.
"Spoilsport, I was going to let them figure that out for himself" She kept her blade sheathed as she walked across the arena towards Damion. At first, it would look like she was trying to pass him, and then she would make a quick lunge with the intent to knock him down, before continuing on to the other side. Moving to a bag and pulling out a gauntlet, strapping it to her off-hand.
"If you are planning for a fair fight, you've already lost. That applies to single combat and wider warfare." So flicked her arm and an energy shield came to life, a small buckler with straight edges and rounded corners, perfect for sword and board, and breaching tactics. Additionally, this allowed her to even the field against enemies with lightsabres.

She regarded both Jedi with interest and uncertainty, wanting something to fight, a challenge that she could lose. At the same time, Damion had already stepped on her toes, so to speak, and was likely to actually get hurt. The female showed a level of respect towards Okera and her skill but appeared to be very skilled surpassing what the togruta could do. Okera purred slightly, admiring the knuckles and the pose, stretching out and getting into stance.
"I'm fine with either, just working out my temper in a healthy and constructive way, hah." Another purr, eyes looking between the two as something in the back of her mind stirred and became very interested in the next word out of her mouth. "Both"

 

[Damion Dorian]

As Okera walked by him, he respectfully moved enough out of the way so she would not need to bump into him, But she soon went back to knock him down on his ass. He however was not sloth in fighting and was well prepared for something like this. Catching her fist and blocking the kick that would eliminate his balance, with his own foot.

"It takes a bit more then that to catch a Jedi off guard" He told her letting her move away after he let got of her fist, Moving to a corner of the little arena. He took off some of the more flowy robes as to not hinder his movement any further. He was down to light clothing, A shirt with long sleeves, and purple colored inlays here and there. The inlays were words, but not in Arabesh. The Purple words that moved across the collar was an ancient language still spoken on the planet of Zakuul, His home.

He held the vibro blade in his hand waiting for the other jedi combatant to join the ring. After the short fight with Okera he was confident that he knew how to deal with her, But he never saw the other jedi fight and would likely fall back into form III if it was needed to gather info oh how she fought

 

[Silver]

"Ah, was I spoiling that? Apologies." wrung from the smirking lips of the female jedi, "Ah very well, then let's have some fun shall we? After all, whatever the fuck you two went through was obviously a traumatic experience." smoothly, the female finished with a knowing wink. Of course Dorian could parry her attempt to throw him as a practitioner of Soresu, however he'd find it harder to counter her use of Maskashi in combination with a little something she had been studying of late, called the Path of Ten Thousand Steps; also known as the sacred echani martial art. Although she was merely a learner, she would merely allow it to augment her Makashi as to strongly rely more on that as that was where her expertise lay.

And so with the concussive force of a miniature grenade, the mat was kicked up and through force imbuement of her leg muscles the female pushed forwards. Lancing outwards with speed that blurred the outwards lines of her frame, she came forwards towards that of Jedi Knight Damian Dorian. Speed of force caused her outstretched hand to pull back tight with arm from fist to elbow held horizontally in guard before her chest while simultaneously causing the snap of sinew and muscle to roll forwards into a tight jab towards center mass of Dorian. Acceleration behind the jab increasing so the visibility of the incoming fist was dropped before 'phasing' into the physical from the transmundane directly below his jaw in an attempted uppercut!

It seemed that the forward jab was naught more than feint, however whether or not the uppercut carried through was not what mattered but rather whether Dorian thought it would because whether Dorian narrowly avoided it or not, the uppercut would miss the male. Instead, with close proximities of bodies, it was her elbow moving towards his solar plexus that was the real threat. The hidden blow, should it land, would serve to knock the wind from the youngster and send him in the direction of Okera. Should he try to attack her upon avoiding the uppercut, she would instead shift gears, bringing the left-side knuckler to content with the vibroblade and attempt to knock the arm to the side with a quick sidewards swipe. Thusfar, the femme had yet to enhance her natural strength with the force and had only enhanced her speed for the initial charge.

 

[Okera Vekra]

CPT Okera Vekra
Letting off Steam - Point Delta, Bothan space

A laugh and a growl, moving into stance and gently rocking side to side two fighters, two Jedi to fight. There was one way out of this, absolutely exhausted and having it handed to her, that was the point. Damion moved back to form three but he wasn't the main threat here, the female Jedi was, seeming to know a lot of fighting styles.

So when she lunged forward, moving at a speed barely comprehensible, it confirmed Okera's theory that this was a very dangerous woman. A flurry of blows was thrown towards Damion, Okera pushed forward with a war cry in her throat. Shield forward as she came in to tackle the most dangerous foe, coming in on the flank her blade coming down and around, forcing them to have to not be there, or block. If Damion did get sent her way, a quick shift of her footwork to roll him off her shield was the best outcome and would do little to stop her charge.

As much as it seemed feral and brutal there was a form to her fighting, it was something that had been around for generations. The way of the beast, with quick efficient ferocity to overwhelm or demoralise an enemy be it beast or being. Blade coming in one way onto the woman, and then a quick flick to go the other direction, all the while the blue energy shield between her and the Togruta making a counter hard. Okera was rusty though, but as she danced and growled, the cobwebs came off. To the Jedi the growl might seem like it was just for show, but to the Togruta the frequency and pitch were perfect for seeing all around them with their echolocation.
She was not unbeatable though, and the way of the beast was not good for extended fights, nor against an enemy that was heavily defensive.

 

[Damion Dorian]

The burst of speed from the fellow Jedi was not to fast for his eyes or senses. He watched her move, being quickly entranced by this fighter. A small crack was heard from his fingers as he gripped his borrowed blade. He watched her footwork and something did not seen quite right with what her actions were. For a moment he thought it was all bark and no bite, However that would be incorrect, seemly impossible. He went over the footwork in his head once again. He realized what she was trying to do, as it was the trick. He blade was already blocking where the uppercut would have landed. He Quickly rushed the entire sword down to send her punch down, and off to the side. There would be little time to readjust back into the standard Form III again.

Instead he took a different form. Forming a stance that resembled Form VI. He he made his first attack, slashing the sword toward the closer of the two targets. He was a learn of this stance, but that would not mean he was not formidable. If the slash missed, he would easily, and flawlessly move the blade back down and quickly strike again. However if the stroke was blocked, parried, or otherwise was slowed or stopped in its tracks, he would lightly jump of the group and kick at the chest of the other Jedi

He saw the incoming Torgruta with her energy shield ready to tackle. He had planned to distract the Jedi until Okera Hit her target, then quickly sidestep of or the attack arc

 

[Silver]

What Damion didn't know, however, was that he hadn't nearly seen the upper limit of how fast the woman could juxtapose, this was after all a spar. Ice-blue eyes catching the impeding motion of the Togruta despite the closeness to the Knight. Instead of seeking to elbow Dorian and send him skittering away, the downwards fang of her Vibroblade slipped down at insanely close range to, should be successful as it was unlikely it wouldn't at such extreme closeness, would hook the vibroblade of Dorian and with muscles flexing fully, holding his vibro-sword in the hook of her knuckler, aimed for a full throw that would either flip Dorian to the ground, or if he gave up his weapon would send it skittering into the energy shield of Vekra and then uselessly to the side. She didn't see the hooking of the sword failing, but she always knew to expect the un-expected.

And so regardless of whether the first maneuver was performed, the arm was brought back to the side and shifting, she brought that arm forwards and shifted posture all the whilst maintaining her stance, all to meet the charge of the Togruta. Now, with both weapons at the ready, Talia side-stepped Damian Dorian and focused intently on Okera. The energy shield slammed into the woman, the energy field sizzling both cloth and exposed skin, however as Talia went down, she had attempted to bring her forward vibroblade to latch onto the shield while her other slid to wrist as she attempted to grasp the Togruta woman's waist. If successful, albeit at the cost of her skin and pain, she would roll with the charge and in response throw the Togruta off her utilizing the momentum of the Togruta's own charge against her. Of course, if the throw wasn't successful, she would hook the shield and attempt to yank it with hard force to the side to send it directly towards Damian Dorian.

Either way, Raihart ignored the sizzling pain though couldn't ignore the numbing sensation to her mid-torso. That would take a second of Curato Salva, which hopefully the female would have the time to perform by now.

 

[Okera Vekra]

CPT Okera Vekra
Letting off Steam - Point Delta, Bothan space

Oh, this got very interesting. Damion moved to form four as the flurry of blows failed to connect as he bounced back and tried to kick, as the Woman tried to disarm him. However, that ended it wouldn't change what Okera did, as the woman quickly shifted to anticipate the incoming woman taking the shield to the chest it would hit with full impact as if it were physical, the energy barrier would sting the Jedi. Blade came around as Okera stepped for a blow down into the woman.

That was when the Jedi grabbed her waist and tried to grapple and throw. This was a mistake. Way of the beast needed the user to be able to control their momentum. Short blades, quick strikes, and overwhelm the enemy whilst limiting the ability to counter. The idea of grappling was not something a Togruta would normally do against an opponent. For a special forces operator though, grappling was fundamental to CQC.

The knuckles hooked her shield as she moved into the woman, Okera simply turned it off as she wrapped around the woman with every appendage she could and hold them down. The togruta did make the mistake of forgetting Damion was there and also against her.

 

[Damion Dorian]

Damion knew that it would be likely that he would be flipped onto the ground he he held on to the blade. So he simply let the blade go. It would fly through the air hitting the energy shield of the Torgruta before flopping on the floor. Simply letting the other jedi sidestep him as he jumped off to the side as to be unaffected by the powerful Torgrutan charge. For a moment he watched as when the two other fighters were doing to each other.

He rolled the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows showing off his forearms, which were surprisingly large and full of muscle. Balling his hands into fist, and punched the air as a quick warm up to his arms. While both of his sabers were on his belt as he fought, he made no attempt to grab them for the moment.

He was not used to three way fights. All of his previous training/sparring fights were always one on one, or maybe one on many, with a clear enemy and win condition. However this time was different. He was not entirely sure of who to attack first, so he chose to stay back for now. All he knew was that he did not want to seriously hurt any of these two fighters. Okera in his eyes seemed to be in a controlled rage to fight, and was a bit worried she might so a bit to far

If Okera and the other jedi ending up on the floor, he would kick whoever would be on top, Hard enough to get them off, but not much harder. While this was a sparring session, he did not want to seriously hurt any of the other fighters

If the fighters both stayed up, then he would keep up his guard and watch, waiting to strike the one that would seem to be winning the fight.

If only one of the fighters went down, then he would quickly land a hit on whoever was still standing. The hit would be aimed at the side of the fighter, right below where the liver would be on a human. This would be to not only get into the action a little bit, but would also get whoever was on the ground to get back up, and continue.

If one of both of the fighters would change and attack him he would do his best to parry/or block any attack with his arms and hands, unless it would prove to be very harmful. That blade that Okera had would need to go as it would do much damage on his body, if she could land a hit.

His stance was not a form of lightsaber combat nor was it taught by the majority of the Jedi teachers, but a basic form of CQC, similar to a mix of Krav Maga and Aikido.

 

[Silver]

A smirk formed on the face of the human female as she noticed the energy field had been disactivated, that instead of having the crackling energy burn her she would merely be bludgeoned; instead moving the vibroblade into a twisting motion across from the right to the left while at the same time using the motion to attempt to wrench her arm free of the grapple. The intent of the twist was to put the arm bearing the shield into awkward position and attempt to rip the shield away. Should the motion carry through, the muscles within the woman would strain at first, before bulking up and increasing in density weirdly enough. Enhancing her own strength through the force flowing throughout musculature, she would match with the physical might of the Togruta use her knees against the alien's solar plexus in an attempt to push the alien away.

Should this be successful, the jedi woman would instantly roll away from wherever Damion Dorian was standing and pull herself to her feet, however should it fail then most likely the Togruta would be kicked hard by the man while simultaneously being pushed by telekinesis from Talia. Though not particularly great, she still had enough technique to attempt to aid Dorian in his kick. Regardless of the outcome, she would roll away and in the same motion, twist and bring herself back up with her knee on the ground. This was truly fun, Talia thought momentarily before once more placing weight on the right leg with her right arm arched forward like a crane heron preparing to strike at the snap of a moment while the other was bent at the elbow and held perpendicular to her chest ready to unravel with the tension of a bound strand able to bend iron at a moment's notice. The stance of the Thousand Steps.

 

[Okera Vekra]

CPT Okera Vekra
Letting off Steam - Point Delta, Bothan space

The woman grabbed at Okera's arm, trying to dislodge the gauntlet and push the togruta off. Squirming and positioning herself on top, the human enhanced their strength but was unable to break the death grip of the togruta.
"Got you now Jedi"

Crack!

The kick connected, lifting her away and forcing them to let go as they were thrown into a roll away from the two. A soft groan as she rose into defence.
"I deserved that heh" She swayed slightly, tired, in pain, but thoroughly enjoying herself. Trauma was processed differently by different people, for Okera it was tinkering, fighting, or... well there were other things but right now fighting was what she needed. Stance to guard, reassess the field, then act. Looking to the woman and then Damion, waiting for them to make a move. Way of the beast was not going to work anymore as the other two were expecting it and Okera was slowing down, something the fighter should always be aware of.

 

[Damion Dorian]

Between the two Jedi and Okrea in the brief break for them all as it was a standoff. Damion being the one in the fight the least, and wanting to show the other two that he was indeed formidable. Bringing a little bit of fancy acrobatics he would attempt to kick Talia the jedi and punch Okrea at the same time, during a spin while in the air. Regardless if these attacks hit or miss he would land and flawlessly move to a fighting stance. He would see what happened with the other Jedi when she went for a grab so he would know to avoid that.

Attacking the more brutal of the two fighters he would fight with fist. Letting punch after punch fly, each one followed by quick Elbow attacks to critical points on Okera's Body. Keeping a sightlines on the other Jedi so he would not likely get attacked from behind. He did attempt To grab her wrist and surprisingly bring her closer as his CQC was closer then most, and with few kicks it would be effective for him to do so.

It was strange that he kept his distance with the blade, but when it was just fist, he was extremely close up and personal. Eventually even these two fighters clashed arms and interlocked in a task of raw strength. Whoever had more would be at a fair advantage. Damion was steering streaking into his "Dancing" partners eyes Tunnel Versioned into nothing by her eyes as they fought with strength

 

[Silver]

Well, one could only ever try; and as fun as rolling around and grappling with a hot Togruta was awesome she was about done with being hot and bothered, taking the reprieve to quickly roll away from both of them as soon as Okera had been... ejected from her through a combination of telekinesis and hard kick. As soon as she had cleared the distance, she did not sit idly by, performing a scissor kick and kipping back up to her feet just before Damion's kick reached her. Her hands already in motion, she quickly deflected the kick from Damion and side-stepped him.

Thusfar, the woman had only been playing and allowing the other two to get advantage over her for the purpose of having fun, however they had taken the war hero too lightly, she had been holding back the entire time and she wasn't going to allow Damion to have his way. The atmosphere began to upturn and visibly swirl to some extent before flowing through the nostrils of the human female, the force flowing throughout the oxygen and permeating it, then absorbed within the physique of Talia. Increasing the rate of her body's functions in more ways than one. (Force Valor) As her foot touched ground, the steel warped underneath the mat if slightly, causing the sound similar to groaning as a response to the immediate burst of speed gained through enhancement of her leg muscles via an application of what some jedi might call Force Speed.

The two techniques blending caused the woman to become a blur of motion as she quickly intercepted the median between Dorian and Okera. With the amazing speed only a force-user was capable, the blurred woman quickly caught the first punch, using his own momentum along with her body weight as a pendulum with both hands now grasping his arm and attempting to pull an echani judo throw to send him to ground before the Togruta. If he somehow averted the throw, however, she was not done and would quickly release his arm ad the mid with one hand and send a hard elbow his way; and if he somehow avoided that she would already be turning to sent a lightning-fast jab with potent power contained in the punch. Not enough to cause lasting wounds but enough to knock the wind out of someone.

And if that wasn't enough to actually land a hit, her hips adjusted as she sent out a lightning quick side-kick towards his form. As far as Okera, this was also a warning that the Jedi female was not to be trifled with and was quite deadly when not taken seriously, but also an invitation to attack her.