Mand’alor Claim Challenge

[17:37] Cassus Ordo walks into the room and looks to the group inside.

[17:38] Cantar, Son of Ori stood, where he'd stood for what feels like the third day in a row. His face was better patched, and he felt like he was running on stimulants and bacta. But he was running. Half on his feet, half off of it. Closing his eyes for a moment as he heard footsteps coming, he'd unbuckle most of his weapons. THis was not a fight he would enter with his entire field kit. Reaching onto his back, he'd pull out the tactical spear his father had passed to him. He'd worked on it some himself, and after a moment there'd be several loud snaps as he put it into place and kicked on the vibration piece and the small cutting edge of it. Much more modern then the axe he'd carried around prior. Allowing the voulge-esque bevi'ragiir to rest in his hands, he'd squeeze it tightly. 'One more night at the Opera,' he'd remind himself. 'One Last Day at the Races. Defeat Nicci be Ordo. Save your people. Or die, and make them proud either way.' When the door opened his head swung. Waiting.

[17:43] Nicci Ordo's heavy boot steps echoed on the floor through the room and came to a stop before her target.  Studying him, and his weaponry, she didn't say anything, she just casually took off the massive Ordo Repeater on her back, as well as her other blasters.  She unsheathed her two blades.  A gift, as were many of her weapons, from the now deceased Mandalore the Reclaimer.  She stood there and waited for him to make the first move, an honor she granted him, for his victory in his last battle.

[17:48] Cantar, Son of Ori acknowledged the honor with a salute. The tip of his blade was raised as his father had taught him, to salute the gods and the Ancestors. When he whipped it back down, it smacked the floor and left a black gash in it. That was his gift to her, the honor he showed for her showing him what she did. An indication of what was to come. Two Blades, he noted. LIkely an aggressive fighter. One based on speed and power that moved quickly and rapidly. That, he could truly get behind. But he was not going to, today. Aggression had bled him twice in the last two. It did not work with Jekai Kryze, the prior M and'alor. And it had barely worked with his brother and victory came with him through tactical movements and working his opponent. She was a n unknown variable who bore her story like a canvas bore a painting. Truly, a beauty to behold. He went forward, leading with a feint. The tip of his blade lunged forward, before he'd snap it back aiming to clip her in the left knee with the tip of it to limit her [17:48] Cantar, Son of Ori: mobility.

[17:57] Nicci Ordo took the spear to the knee.  She wasn't sure but she had heard from somewhere that this could be how adventures end. Her armor managed to prevent serious damage but it still cut her pretty good before she twisted her blades and attempted to strike in an upward direction straight into Cantar's armpit of his outstretched spear arm.  She did not do nearly as much thinking as he during battle.  She just...did things.

[18:01] Cantar, Son of Ori wound up with a blade lodged in that arm-pit. There it stuck, into the armor-weave and the arm itself. He'd overstretched, made an opening he shouldn't have. When her arm came up though, he'd wrap his own around her elbow and roll backwards. The pit had been drained of the slag, it being moved into a holding tank below. It was now sand. Knee-deep sand. When he pressed his feet into her, he'd attempt to hook the bottom of his spear upwards and clip her in the chin with the large Phrik nub that comprised the base of his weapon. It wouldn't do much other then maybe jar her head backwards, but on a landing it could hurt.

[18:05] Nicci Ordo used her other blade as a shield. hooking the spear in the slit that was in the middle of the blade and using it to cast the spear tip away from her head so it would miss.  Snarling she brutally pulled the blade free of his armpit and aimed lower, attempting to jut the sword between his rips to the side of his chestplate.

[18:08] Cantar, Son of Ori twisted with the woman as they sat there, in a deadly dance and embrace. The blade skittered across metal plating, casting sparks and paint as it chipped away and revealed the bare metal beneath. But it held, and he was not skewered. The large man then did what he knew to do in such an event. He'd grunt as he attempted to twist with blade she'd wrapped up around his weapon, in order to perhaps break her wrist when he hyper-extended it to disengage. It would possibly result in one less issue to deal with. And a broken wrist is never fun.

[18:11] Nicci Ordo growled, and jerked the weapon free with all her might to resist the twisting he gave it, untangling it from the spear and spinning the same weapon around in an attempt to impale his OTHER armpit.  She liked armpits, less armor.  After all you cannot move your arm if your pit is armored, right?

[18:12] Cayce Urriah wanders in, picking her teeth with a small shard of plasteel, idly humming to herself, when the sound of battle echoes out and she raises a brow, wandering further in, "Oh. This is happening now, eh?"

[18:12] Cassus Ordo looks to Cayce "She challenged him for the title. I'm just here to watch."

[18:14] Cantar, Son of Ori wound up stabbed in both armpits as she spun. There was indeed a lot of blood. He'd roll to disengaged. Pulling back, he'd brace on the end of his weapon, looking her over. He'd knicked her, and she'd knicked him twice. At this current rate, it would not work very well. Hoisting his weapon in one hand he'd charge forward before attempting to slide on the ground, rotate and pivot on the reinforced weapon's shaft, and kick her in the leg he'd cut earlier. Knees were always fun too. THe armpit of the lg.

[18:18] Nicci Ordo aimed her blade down.  They were just as much shield as they were sword.  Again her blade interlocked with the spear, it slid nicely in the crevice between the metal, hooked, she turned the spear harmlessly aside once more.  Now fully in the pleasurable grip of the battle, adrenaline pumping with elation and alertness, she spun the blade downward, taking a stab at his own knee which he had left exposed in his slide toward her.

[18:22] Cantar, Son of Ori was knee-caught. One good leg left, out of four appendiges. After a moment there was an exhale as he kept sliding and braced. A smear of blood left on the tiles as he did so. The spear was wrenched free of his hands and he found himself exhaling as his eyes snapped shut for a moment and he impacted the wall of the pit. 'Is this where I die, Father?' he asked the apparition of a man looking over at him. An older him, with pointed ears denoting his race and a disapproving look. 'On my knees, defeated by another? I was lucky to have Jekai's support afterwards. I cannot count on hers. If I die, it is a glorious death. Will this be it?' he'd ask before his eyes came back open from the moment they were closed. Standing slowly, he'd hunch himself on that good leg, the only weapons he had left were his hands and his wits. And frankly put, the spear was not working versus the swords. It lay across the floor as he looked at Nicci, squaring up and exhaling. A foundation was after all, af oundation. Feet went [18:22] Cantar, Son of Ori: forward, before he could force the other knee to work when it should have been and he launched himself at her and swung that bracer towards her head in a looping spin, aiming to clock her hard enough to stagger her backwards and give himself the forward momentum he needed to put her on the defensive for a change.

[18:27] Nicci Ordo was indeed clocked, but her phrik helmet merely absorbed, and she felt little more than the somewhat hard thud of a vibration, which did little to move her from her current position.  During his launch at her and as his arm lifted she roared ferally...and spun both blades downwards aimed towards his thighs just where his leg armor ended.

[18:32] Cantar, Son of Ori her arms were down now, the blades down with them. A cruel twist of fate, perhaps. One she herself had set in motion by wounding one. He did not care of injury on the other, the blade carved clear into suit and flesh. The knee was already useless, what more would blood and pain be? Pain; an old friend. Sister to loss. What his brother used against him. As the ornate blade embedded in his bad leg, the other was met by twisted metal. Her roar was not met with sounds similar. It was a sucking of air, followed by an almost happy chortle or laugh. This; this was what Jekai had given him. VIctory of death. What his brother had given him; Victory or death. And this woman, who swung her weapons down and impaled him; she would give him the most glorious of death. Killed, by a woman who epitomized a Mandalorian. The envy of his father would be known. But not right now; Right now Hod Ha'ran demanded more. More fighitng for his amusement, and the satiation of his brother, Kad Ha'rangir. Chaos. Fighting. All of these [18:32] Cantar, Son of Ori: things were paramount and displayed perfectly in balance. As she impaled him, he'd grab her by her shoulders as he let out that sickly chortle. His throat still bothered him, and the impact had ripped a stitch open. There was a wet sound to it, now. His hands shifted. Sure, her helmet was solid. BUt her brain was an object in motion. Rearing his head back, his hands gripped the pieces attached to her helmet as he brought the crown of his forward to meet hers as hard as he simply could. 'No fancy maneuvers now'.

[18:37] Nicci Ordo stumbled backwards several steps, not expecting him to have that much momentum with that much blood loss.  Minorly impressed now she ignited her jetpack, reclosing the distance he had knocked between them more quickly and attempted to deal what had been dealt, her hard phrik helmet smashing into his with all her might.

[18:38] Cassus Ordo reaches upward to remove his own buy'ce, clipping it to his belt as he continued to observe the battle.

[18:39] Cayce Urriah seems to be fidgeting intensely-- playing with a clicky gadget in one hand while she idly picks at her teeth.. but her eyes and attention are focused solely on the fighters.

[18:41] Cantar, Son of Ori BAP. The sound echoed in the halls. Staggering back, he'd suck air for a moment. But he did not fall down. HIs brother may have stripped his name yesterday, but he was still Cantar. He was the son of Ori, a man who made metal sing. As he wobbled, he'd start the blood-drunk chortle again. There was a crack in his visor now. She could see underneath where the eye was missing from Kryze. He'd bled that day for his honor. Today he would do so again. There was no jetpack. It was weight. Weight he would not need. A clip popped on his chest with his fingers at it as they clattered to the ground. Twenty-Five pounds a tube were gone now. The Bleeding Beserker Soldiered forward, his bad leg dragging behind him. He chortled still, perhaps to keep himself able to bleed. There was blood now, seeping into the cloth where his neck was. Some dripping from beneath the helmet. And something could be heard, deep within the gurgles. "Buir," he whispered, through that slit throat as he moved forward for Nicci again. "Ni [18:41] Cantar, Son of Ori: cuyir olaror. Liser gar susulur ni?" he called out to something not in the room. He expected the blades. Of those he did not care anymore. She would impale, poke, and derive his body still. And eventually, it would give out. But forward he lashed, aiming a body-shot at the armor weave beneath her chest-plate. Kidneys this time.

[18:49] Nicci Ordo just grunted, rolling her eyes a little, "Er ne'johaa, gar ru uhyih kyrayc su." she replied to him, crossing both blades and effectively blocking the body shot he attempted under her armor.  She spun the blades around and attempted to smash the butt end of the sword through his visor.

[18:51] Cantar, Son of Ori didn't hear her. Perhaps it was the tinnitus, from the unhelmeted firing of a Westar M-5. Perhaps it was the blood loss. Either way, when her weapons hit his helmet, they met. Unblocked. Unavoided. The crack developed, and she was given the battered side of his face as glass went forward. He'd rear his head back again and headbutt her this time with more vigor and zeal.

[18:53] Nicci Ordo winced as her face was cut by the shards of glass from his helmet as her own visor was cracked open, leaving a hole for it to get through.  Licking the blood that ran down her cheek and onto her lips she used the close quarters to again attempt to sink her blade into his ribs.

[18:58] Cantar, Son of Ori he could hear it, just off in the distance. His mothers humming as she sharpened a blade. His father's hammer impacting metal. The door was just on the other side of Nicci. "Bic b cuyir a munit tuur. Ray'ture. Ku'ayr. Ni ba'slanar tion'tuur gar slanar at Munit Taabir. Ba'slanar at mar'eyir nii. Mar'eyir naak. An Ni mar'eyir cuyir a'den." the blades fouled up next to his ribs, clip ping the LBE he was wearing. It'd come off, almost effortlessly against the sharpened metal. Swinging his foot forward, the half-gone man would attempt to hook the one good leg he had left on him right now at her ankle and simply fall into her. TO the ground it was.

[19:01] Nicci Ordo landed with a heavy clank as she was taken to the ground by the now delirious Mandalorian.  Grunting, now her blades only got in the way and she tossed them aside, wrapping her heavily armored arms around the big man's neck and attempting to choke him out.

[19:03] Cantar, Son of Ori her hands? They found the neck. it wasn't hard. But it was wet. Slippery. She could feel the blood oozing out of the wound. It dripped onto her gauntlets as he gurked. His hands reached up, and would wrap around her wrists. He'd seek to bend them backwards, pop the bones out of place. Remove them from his person, so to speak. If he did, he'd straddle the woman. In the end, he'd unleash a torrent of blows until she submitted or until he broke his hands. Whichever came first. He released them in a fury that came with rhythm. Purpose.  Like ringing metal with a hammer.

[19:10] Nicci Ordo's helmet was knocked right off her head with the repeated blows, the seal having been broken it rolled to the side.  Sharded glass from both broken visors being punched into her face, and subsequently his hands, and eventually blow after blow, caused her to lose consciousness entirely.

[19:15] Cantar, Son of Ori wound up with his own helmet off as well. The thrashing, her hands, and the way they were rolling aided in that. The one-eyed slit-throat Mandalorian leaned back, straddling that woman who until now he could properly look at. His face was cut from the glass, same as hers. His lip formed into a snarl, a line flowing up to the corner of his cheek. His hands? They were nearly destroyed. Shards of glass and impacts onto metal. As his pulse slowed and he calmed down from the adrenaline high, all was still for several moments. His hand was raised up, poised as he held it back aiming to drive it into her face. His pale skin and crimson hair dangerously thrown to the side from the exertion. Breathing ragged. The animal had clawed it's way to the surface as he beat her down. And as he shoved it back where it belonged he found a new-found sense of respect for the woman who drug it out of him. His hands rested on his belt as he removed himself from her, laying on his back. "Fuck." he'd state, simply, his lungs [19:15] Cantar, Son of Ori: heaving. He'd kick the woman he bludgeoned with his foot. "Up. Pledge." as he held his hands up.

[19:17] Cayce Urriah watches Nicci go down, and spits out the shard of plasteel she was using as a toothpick, stepping forwards. She shifts the clicky thing into her left hand, and looks up to Cantar, eyes on his visor slit, "Hail, Mand'alor. I recognize you, brightest sun in the Mandalore sector. Leader, with mystery and mastery. Kad Ha'rangir smiles upon you." Hearing his words to Nicci, she looks down towards her and flips the 'clicky' thing and presses on the end, drawing out the needle of a stim, she'd bring it to the woman's throat and JAM it in abruptly-- filling the woman with a shot of adrenaline and some other sort of medical stabilization cocktail.

[19:20] Cassus Ordo crosses his arms as he observes the two. He awaits Nicci's response before saying anything.

[19:21] Nicci Ordo sat up abruptly the moment she was pumped full of the stim, snarling as she'd rip the syringe from her neck and throw it across the room, shattering it on the other end of the wall.  She had heard none of what Cantar said, because unconscious.  She shook her head groggily, and stood up before him.  Die standing afterall.  "The final blow of my life is yours to take, Mand'alor."  though it was probably a good indication she recognized him as Mand'alor if defeated.  In her code, that is just what you did.

[19:25] Fah (theminion): 56/me stated, "You don't get to die," he'd state, standing slowly, "You have a responsibility to your people. To me. Jorval was the Alor of Clan Ordo. He did not show. You did. Pledge Ordo as Alor, as a woman of unquestionable honor and strength," he'd extend his hand towards her. "Your helmet. You'll need a new one. There's a decent forge on ANteevy. It appears I will as well," looking at Cayce he'd offer, "Lek," simply and would look back.