The Star Wars Iconic Characters and the Lords of the Expanse: Hunting Grounds...

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

<snip>Rory frowns at the droid, then glances over at Sia. "The titanium wall bit I can agree with, but he looks nothing like a Wookie. Well, not much. So, glad to see you're both still alive and conscious. Who won?"

"Rory!" Sia-Lan calls out happily as she bounds over to her furry friend and gives him a big Jedi hug. "You're right. Wookies are so much more comfy to hug. And you don't like being mean to me like Vor'en does."

Originally posted by Vor'en Kurn
Vor'en snorts. "Do you really have to ask? It took me ten seconds to pin her to the mat. Would've been less, if...." he trails off. No good letting her know that damned chatter had had an effect, or she would never shut up.

Letting go she sighed and then grinned at the wookie while Vor'en answered Rory's question. "Well, listen to the guy talk...you'd think I was the world's biggest wimp? Am I really?"

She starts flexing her muscles, which through all those layers of robes looked more comical than threatening.

Originally posted by Vor'en Kurn
"What in the name of the Sith are they doing?" He exclaims suddenly, as Set charges his opponent and attempts to... tickle her. "Get a room!" he shouts, and turns away, disgusted. <snip>

"They would be doing the sweaty and rolling around part," Sia suggested to Vor'en perhaps not so helpfully and then much louder as she pumps her arm up and down. "You go girl! Kick that Jedi's butt all the way to Coruscant! Show him who's queen of the jungle!"

 

[Rorworr]

"Rory!" Sia-Lan calls out happily as she bounds over to her furry friend and gives him a big Jedi hug. "You're right. Wookies are so much more comfy to hug. And you don't like being mean to me like Vor'en does."

"Aw, I'm sure he didn't really mean it." Rorworr hugs Sia, knowing from past experience to not squeeze to hard. The medical bills for other people's cracked ribs can really mount up...

"What in the name of the Sith are they doing?" He exclaims suddenly, as Set charges his opponent and attempts to... tickle her. "Get a room!" he shouts, and turns away, disgusted. "Hey," he says to Roworr, "After they're done doing whatever the hell they're doing, how 'bout you and me go a few rounds? I've always wanted to have my ... spar with a wookie."

"I really don't know..." Rorworr raises an eyebrow. "Maybe it's some ancient Jedi martial art?" He grins. "A scrap sounds like fun. Only without the armor, OK? My fur doesn't offer quite the protection of a blast vest."

Turning to Sia, he whispers in a slightly worried tone. "Just how much better than you is he?"

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

Originally posted by Rorworr
Turning to Sia, he whispers in a slightly worried tone. "Just how much better than you is he?"

Sia whispers back. "I don't know...I spent most of the time with him on top of me, sweaty and grunting. Is this what sparring is supposed to be like outside of the Jedi Temple?"

 

[Rorworr]

"Hmm? Well, from that description, it doesn't sound too much like sparring. On the other hand, if he ends up top of me, sweaty and grunting, then I think you can take it as just part of his fighting style." Rorworr winks at Sia, before calling over to the battling Set and Valara.

"Come on you two, get a move on. She can't be all that ticklish, surely?"

Rory will do his best to dodge any objects thrown in his direction by either of the combatants

 

[Valara]

OOC: I believe Set had initiative over me so my total defense should still be in effect till after his charge, defense 22 I believe. We should definitely be waiting for the results of our actions here.

IC:
Valara smirked her approval of Set's charge, finally they were going to get into the heart of the fight. To her, what Sia and Vor'en had been doing wasn't fighting, it was fooling around, she wanted to fight him, punches and kicks.

She made sure to plant her left foot solidly as she swung her right leg around in a round house kick.

 

[Sia-Lan Wezz]

Sia-Lan sighed to herself, dropping slowly behind the others and leaving them talking by the mat as she went to sit down on a bench not too far away. The energy of the day's activites wore on her bubbly personality in many ways, thrown on top of a few rather impertinent force tricks, everything felt...exhausting.

Pulling her legs up onto the bench and crossing them into a lotus position, Sia rested her wrists on her knees. The dimming light from the sun filtered through her hair, bursting the auburn locks into a fiery sparkle of color. Her lips curved slightly into a smile and she chuckled to herself as she observed Valara up the ante on Set.

Closing her eyes, she concentrated on her body, clearing her mind of distractions. Hormones! Set, Valara, Arani and Dorn...not to mention Kaz-Lo sure had enough for everyone...good thing Sia-Lan Wezz was immune to silly things like that!

Or was she?

OOC: Heal Self - take 10

 

[Pbartender]

Set vs. Valara
Round 1!

Set prepares himself for battle, somersaulting into the middle of the sparring mat. The acrobatic display was impressive... most impressive. For a moment or two, the pair stand in the middle of the middle of the mat striking martially artistic poses which could be photographed, printed and sold as posters to be hung on the walls of human males, aged 14 to 30. They both wait for the other to strike... and wait... and wait...

Suddenly, Set leaps forward his arms stretched out and his fingers hooked into claws. Before his tantilizingly twitching digets can reach her ribs and send her into fits of laughter, Set is brought up short by Valara's boot sailing through the air. It lands solidly in the middle of his face. With a sickening crunch, Set's nose breaks and blood begins to dribble down his chin. Set's head spins with pain as he almost passes out.

Set failed the touch attack to tickle, and Valara made a critical hit on Set [-4 WP]! Luckily, Set just barely made the Saving throw to not pass out. Set is fatigued, -2 penalty Str and Dex.

Set: VP/WP 27/11; Def 16 (15); Atk +4 (+6) melee (1d3), +5 (+7) ranged; Spd 10m; Init +2 (+1)

Valara: VP/WP 14/12; Def 18; Atk +2 (+5) melee (1d4), +4 (+7) ranged; Spd 10m; Init +2

 

[Set Harth]

Set Harth Bleeds...

OOC: See I told you I need some martial arts feats

 

[Valara]

Valara's eyes widen slightly at the blood but she shrugs keeping on her gaurd, she knew Set could heal himself with the force, if he wanted to, thoug she wasn't really happy that she had ruined his looks for the moment. But what did he expect the girl to do, she had had no clue about what he was doing.

"Not using the pads was your idea Set, we can stop, if you want to." She said, her voice saying just as clearly that she didn't want to. "You can heal yourself yes?" she asks slightly worried. She doesn't drop her gaurd, but she doesn't press the attack either.

(Total defense)

 

[Set Harth]

Set's crossed eyes attempt to focus on Valara with difficulty, unfortunately her two selves fail to properly align themselves into one whole Valara. "Not quite what I intended to happen." slurs Set through the blood dripping down his face. "No, bleeding will stop in a moment. I hope." Set tilts his head back and pinches his nose, struggling not to fall over. "I'm thinking I've had enough for now."

Internal monlogue: "Sithspit, that hurts. I keep forgetting she's not city born, she doesn't understand my sutle cultural quriks, I'll need to be less obtuse in the future. Now be gracious Set, you got an audience."

"I better get myself cleaned up Val, we can do this again another time. Perhaps without the bloodshead and my own clumsyness."

Set will wobble towards the door ignoring the laughs of the others and still keeping his head back and his nose pinched.

"I gonna have to have Sen take a look at this nose, I think it's broke" Muses Set in great pain, which he pushes aside with jedi disipline.