Session export: The Challenge
For Acantha, channeling the Force to enhance her body was nearly as easy as breathing. Fast twitch muscles already wound tight by a life’s worth of training and favorable genetics suddenly became supercharged, allowing her small form to close the paltry distance between them in the span of two full beats of the Zabrak’s twin hearts. Her tiny fists rammed forward to test the quality of the muscle she could see peeking through his shirt, delivering a flurry of blows with a Force-assisted speed boost.
Her hands being as small as they were a disadvantage in some respects, but here? It just concentrated the force of her blows over a smaller area. How would he fare, she wondered?
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The smaller woman was fast. Faster than he could even track with the Force aiding him. Before he could even ignite his saber she was on him, hammering his torso with a flurry of fists.
Despite her size, she’d definitely packed a punch. It was nothing he couldn’t shake off, but he would be bruised. Finally, he took a step back, relenting under the blows. He pulled his left hand back before shoving it forward. He had no intention of laying a hand on the stranger, instead choosing to will the Force into a pulse that would carry his assailant back.
The energy hit her like a wave, knocking her back. The soles of her boots skidded across the ground before she came to a stop, crouched to maintain her balance
The larger Sith took his opportunity to follow, igniting his saber, and bringing it down at her neck. At the last moment, he stopped and held the blade in place.
“Call that one point each? First to three is the winner?”
Just as she thought. Slow. But each blow she landed against dense muscle produced a dull ache in her knuckles, only for hlit to didsipatr as quickly as it’d arisen. Then, just as she reared back to punctuate her attack with a final blow, she felt the Force swell in the space between them. She barely got her arms in front of her face before that wave crashed into her, sending her sliding back across the ground. And before she could mount a counter attack, the infamous hum of a saber made her eyes shoot open wide. If she were to meet her end, she’d at least watch it happen.
But then, he stopped. A welcome show of restraint. “You’re faster than you look,” she admitted, then nodded to the terms. “Fine with me.”
The Force rippled through her again, priming muscle for another attack. She faked low and went high, springing upward with a gravity hammer of a knee straight into the zabrak’s face just as he lowered his guard to protect his lower body, sending him stammering backward as she landed with catlike grace.
“That’s two to your one,” she said, lifting a hand to nonchalantly brush her hair out of her face.
Karran hesitated for a moment while watching the woman, his tongue fishing in his mouth. He tensed for a moment and spat a tooth into his hand.
“Years of fighting and I had never lost a tooth. Impressive.”
He closed the distance and dropped to deliver a sweeping kick at her legs followed by a roundhouse.
His opponent hopped over the first kick and nimbly leaned back avoiding the second. Karran recovered and straightened, snorting a sharp exhale of frustration.
“If you are going to continue to beat me like a rented bantha, at least tell me your name.”
“Acantha,” she said, the hint of a Mirialan accent coming through in her Basic, “You’ll have to work harder for the last name, though.”
The Zabrak cocked an eyebrow and smiled.
“Deal.”
“And asking for my name without offering your own is rude in some parts of the galaxy, you know,”
A wink was all Acantha offered before she pounced again, striking with the devastating speed of a vornskr at the zabrak’s weakest areas - the knees, the face, the throat. Her style was as brutal as it was efficient, belied by the mischievous grin etched onto her face as they exchanged blows.
Karran Stumbled back holding up a hand.
“Alright, alright. I yield. That’s…”
He counted on his fingers.
“Three, four, five…. seven for you. We still have to save something for the Collective.”
The Zabrak straightened, rubbing his jaw.
“I am Karran. Karran Val'teo.”
She gave him a once over. “Darling, you have enough for the Collective and then some,” she said before turning on her heels to head back to where the others were gathered for the training exercise.
“Let’s head back before their imaginations run away from them.” Lifting a finger to make the same “come here” gesture she had before, she continued, “Come along, Val'teo.”