An'hera Has the Fortitude to Face Nicci When Her "Alor" Would Not

[01:57] An'hera (cyniscaaraminta): She had arrived upon Onderon only a day ago, patrolling the streets as she blended in with the crowd as much as was possible. Reaching the palace the next day would her visor set itself upon Nicci. It had been quite a long time since they've met and a lot has changed. The blaster rifle that hung from her chest would be unclipped as she took hold upon her handle and pressed the stock into her shoulder. No greeting, not even a single word. If there was any attempt at some form of speech it would have to come from the woman before her. She didn't come here for idle talk, she came here to put an end to things. The HUD in her helmet assessed the situation, providing her with a list of weaponry the woman wore, it all but brought a faint grin upon her face. She simply stood there, waiting, calculating the odds while her finger pressed itself against her rifle's trigger, playing with it almost....

[02:06] Nicci Ordo examined the Kyr'tsad who stood before her, for the briefest of moment admiring her gam. She shouldered the giant repeater on her broad shoulders behind her head. "So, you issued the challenge, I accepted," she said gruffly. "It is customary of the challenged to list the terms of the fight. I have a preference for melee weapons. However, I tend to like a bit of a challenge myself. Do you concur on melee only or do you care to bring blasters into this? I am asking only because I admire the fact you have more honor than your so called Alor. Speak quickly, and we shall end this." [02:14] An'hera (cyniscaaraminta): There would indeed be alot to be admired, this was her recently reissued set, forged with the shrapnel from the Basilisk she faced on Endor. Nonetheless, she'd listen in silence. This wasn't her first time she faced an opponent and if it was up to her probably not the last..."Ni liser narir a nidta adol eo b kovid teh jaon rayshe'a kaptr be'chaaj, a ogir cuyir nayc jinr be gar. Melee bic cuyir. «I can put a bolt through somebody's head from over 5 miles away, but there was no sight of you. Melee it is.»" she stated in her a broken down tone of her voice. She proceeded in removing the unnecesary equipment she carried. From where she removed her jetpack and stored it there. After a couple of minutes would her gauntlets reach out of her beskad's, pulling them from their sheaths from where she stood ready as ever... [02:23] Nicci Ordo smirked, amused. She had made the right choice, for as unrealistic as putting a bolt through someone 5 mils away was, her armor was phrik and would take no such ridiculousness as a a blaster bolt with the expectation of having any effect. She smiled at the irony, for her armor was actually the melted down and reforged gam of the former Kyr'tsad overlord, long before this girl had even thought about becoming a mandalorian. She did not return the speech in mando'a, for while she respected this girl's gall at arriving in her alor's place, she was still Kyr'tsad, and did not deserve to speak the language. In fact she did not speak at all, merely waited for the girl to remove all the equipment, and then, drawing her own swords, attacked with vigor, igniting her jetpack while simultaneously spinning the blades around and aiming right for the joint in her shoulder where the shoulder armor meant the breastplate, as it was a common weak spot. [02:27] An'hera (cyniscaaraminta): Her visor set for the woman would she stand witness to her charging, finally... She would sidestep whilst bringing the blade up to block her strike for the shoulder whilst at the same time slashing out vertically for a strike on the inside of the woman's knee. She aimed to cripple her first, the ending would follow later... [02:34] Nicci Ordo felt her adrenaline rush now, reveling in it like the berserker she was. It was almost orgasmic. She felt the impact to her knee but the blade glanced harmlessly off her fully armored limb. She let released a war cry, fully in her element and ready to die for what she believed was right. She would never draw breath while one who called themselves her clan was allowed to roam free as Kyr'tsad. With a snarl she realized she had overshot her target in the first attempt and now swung her blades backward, attempting to make a stab at the woman's shins where the armor plating connected.

[02:41] An'hera (cyniscaaraminta): Bending her knee would she aim to allow the blade to fly past her, only to feel it graze a line across her calf so. This was exactly what she needed, for she was the calm and calculative fighter. This was a perk when hitting a target was all about controlling one's breath, but the draw of blood raised her heart rate and too filled the Sephi with adrenaline. She riposted, feinting a swing with her left blade only to bring down her right diagonally across the woman's chest. More aimed to keep her at a distance since her beskad's seemed somewhat larger...

[02:47] Nicci Ordo admired the woman's strength, that was for sure, even fi she did not seem to have the best tact in where to hit her.  Nicci granted her that though, as she still remembered when this young woman first came to the planet Ordo for training while she was a veteran many years her senior.  The blow knocked her back a bit, but still only glanced off her armor.  "Jorval never could beat me in single combat," she grinned, "But then again, if he was destined to become Kyr'tsad, neither could any of them.  I was trained by the Mand'alor himself!" she roared, bringing her blades up and using all the strength she could muster to attempt to stab them into the woman's ribs, attempting to find a spot where there was a gap in her armor and only her undersuit was there to block her blows.

[02:55] An'hera (cyniscaaraminta): She would cross her blades in attempt to hide behind them. Seeing as they slipped right passed were they to meet the Beskar plates that protected her stomach and chest. She could however feel her chest collapse at one blade sunk it's way into her ribcage. She witnessed this before and managed to live through the last time. She would drop her right blade from where her cybernetic hand would reach out to grasp itself around the blade itself. The inside her palm wasn't protected by her armor much, but the weaving that formed her skin was backed up by a durasteel weaving, no further pain was added by grasping of the sharp weapon and whilst she'd attempt to hold the blade in place would her left arm swing out in a horizontal hook, aided by hard pommel of her blade that surrounded her fist.

[03:03] Nicci Ordo growled. She had made a terrible mistake. The worst mistake of her young life in making Jorval Alor and worse even yet at allowing him to train this girl. She wanted so badly to take her under her own wing, to teach her how to find the gapes in armor and where to penetrate. But she had made her choice. She knew that because she had assigned Jorval to train her that her loyalty was going to remain to him, for that was the bond between master and apprentice that inevitably formed not just among JEdi, but mandalorians too. She sighed as the blade glanced off her helmeted head. Her blade was sunk into the woman's ribs and she violently ripped it out. "She is no longer my verd'ika, she is Kyr'tsad.." Nicci had to tell herself repeatedly. It was so easy to simply gut a Jedi or Sith. It was so easy to gut Kyr'tsad she did not know. Their skulls hung from her belt without a second thought. But this...she was once Ordo. Once Mando'ade. This hurt. She turned her pain and channelled it into her weapons [03:03] Nicci Ordo She had to fix her mistake. She did not waste time trying to attack with the weapon she was pulling out of the girl's ribs but instead attacked with the other, aiming not for the head butfor the neck where the helmet met the rest of the gam, trying to shove the blade right through her throat.

03:10] An'hera (cyniscaaraminta): Once the blade was drawn from her chest would she collapse down to lean on one knee. It was there where the next strike met the neck guard she carried, yet again dancing on the thin line of life and death. With her empty hand packing the chest wound tight would her other arm steady the tip of the blade whilst she raised herself up, pushing herself off into her direction. She would see the woman raked to her blade, aiming for the chest where her blade was sure to find a weakspot, if there was any...

[03:15] Nicci Ordo couldnt help herself this time, this woman was ordo, and having the fortitude to face her.  She clearly was not like Jorval she just didn't realize it yet.  " The torso." she snarled, "Never aim for the chest it is too well protected.  Always the ribs!" she belted, even if it helped land her a wound she couldn't just NOT do that.  This woman still had to be put down however and nothing would stop her from doing this. She had underestimated the neck guard An'hera had on her blade was buffeted by the metal away.  With the same blade that had sank into the girl's ribs before this time she aimed for the torso again, just under the breastplate in an upward motion that if successful, would drive the full length of the blade in an upward direction with an entry point in the direct center of the torso.

[03:28] An'hera (cyniscaaraminta): With her hand still kept for the wound would she find the blade of the woman all but aimed for that same section once more. Her bodysuit provided the needed stems she required to carry, it was automatically applied to her body since the time she would be spending hoozing herself out of her set could mean the difference between life and death. She felt nothing at this point and whilst her empty hand shifted to take the extend of the blade right through her palm would she again find herself pierced. It was the last piece to the puzzle of bringing the Sephi down to her knees. But she did not quit, never would she quit. Her other blade was dropped as did her arm where her fingers pressed the engagement on the two thermals she kept on her belt. Upon release of the button they both would be blown into oblivion, or so it would seem as the explosives powered up in a silent humming, "All I'm going to say is, had you been there when we decided upon our path you would have probably been able to stop us from doing so. [03:28] An'hera (cyniscaaraminta): But that is exactly why I will always side with Jorval, Nicci. He was there when I needed him. I could give a fuck less where you were, but it was not at our side... You failed us and you're too blind to see it." were the words that resounded from her helmet as she could be seen leaning somewhat into the woman's blade....

[03:36] Nicci Ordo shook her head, "I am not too blind to see it verd'ika. I know the mistake I made. It is a terrible one. I know it. I know it and it stabs in my heart worse than a thousand of your swords ever could. I made a mistake, for I am a mere mortal. I thought Jorval would take after his grandfather and step into the boots of leadership as a natural and I fully admit I was wrong. I am sorry. I am so very sorry. No amount of sorry could ever make up for it but you need to know that I am. I was not there because I never wanted to be Alor. I had it thrust upon me because I was the last of my clan. I believed in keeping the memory alive so I fulfilled my duty as best as I could and I...too eagerly, looked for one who could replace me. I was not there because I tried to allow that leader to come into their own. It is only me that is to blame for this but I cannot go back in time...I can only try to fix it. You were the one whom I thought would not come back into the fold. Because the others I was with most of the time... but you I left with him. You are a good warrior. Lot of potential, but I cannot suffer a Kyr'tsad to live. And you are true Kyr'tsad, for no Mando'ade would lose in honorable combat fairly only to try to blow up both combatants afterward" she said, taking all the insignia's off the woman's armor that bore the symbol of the clan Ordo, if there were any, before she would immediately jetpack away, not wanting to be blown to bits by the girl's bombing attempt.