Care to Dance? (Sahra)
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Old 05-30-2011, 11:59 AM
Kiara Keth
Practical clothing was not something Kiara knew well. What her dress evoked in others was a concern to White Snake, barren as she was, she functioned off the emotion others gave her after all. Today she had gone for a shade of grey, lined and buttoned with black and metal. It had open shoulders, high cut sleeves above the elbow and was tight enough to the body to be practical to fight in.
Due to the severe shortage of Cortosis recently, Mandalorian iron was the new choice for the training whips in her possession. It wasn’t as flexible as cortosis, but it was very light and durable, so she had taken to using metal rings around the length of her whips, to deflect the potency of lightsabers, and allow her to practice with the weapon of choice. They had an even heavier sting to the weapons, but the difference in weight was noticeable.
The last duel had seen her opponent scurry off to the Jedi, probably in fear, offering a very unsatisfying conclusion to it. She hoped to find someone with a bit more to them this time, probably another weak unsatisfactory male but needs must.
Two whips were curled at her side, tight to the hip as she took snake-like steps slithering around the training area. One weapon found its way into her petite manicured hands.
“Hmm... anyone want to play?” She sighed mockingly to herself, cracking one of her whips against the floor.
***
Old 06-21-2011, 01:04 AM
Sahra Pritath
Sahra was lacing up her boots as she heard the woman speak. The tone was almost bored and she wondered if the woman wanted to fight or dance. Such an outfit, while she saw the merit of minimal cloth in fight, left little by way of protection either. Perhaps it would prove to be interesting. “I am up for some practice if you are....” she left the sentence on an uplifting tone meaning to hopefully learn a name as she finished lacing up the black boots and retying her hair back in ponytail so it wouldn't get caught up in the playing.
“I am Sahra, Disciple to Zephyrus. I admire a lady who knows of whips. They are not an easy tool. But once mastered, the grace, maneuverability of them and the power they can yield is quite formidable. I am not half bad at them, myself. But I prefer steel.” She withdrew her sword from it's sheath and laid the holder back on the bench beside her. “Practice blade, of course... no point in playing with the good toys.” She laughed and stepped towards the woman. Her own top and breeches were not as beautifully cut, but there were as functional as she needed them to be. One of the things she mentally reminded herself, seeing the woman before her, was that she would need to gain more clothes soon. Two practice outfits and the clothes she arrived in were her complete wardrobe to date. Not very smart, but nothing more had been necessary. Seeing the ivory beauty before her, though, made her suddenly yearn for a nicely cut gown that showed off more than her fighting assets.
Dark eyes gazed at Kiara as the woman rose from the bench and moved towards her.
***
Old 06-23-2011, 04:27 PM
Kiara
White Snake was generally a private person, she kept herself to herself, unless it benefited her to take something from someone, indulge herself of their charms, or otherwise spend time in their company. Baska had instilled a genuine cruel streak in Kiara Keth, to her benefit, but still nothing could change her grace and poise, that was what made her who she was, and why she hated the male weapon.
The Echani girl hissed softly in response, to provoke a response in kind, she lived to feel and feed off the reactions of others. “Inferior male weapons, they lack reach, beauty or possibility.”
Circling around, creeping her feet across the arena floor, barely touching it in each step; Kiara was weaving where she was moving, and nearly always in motion, either her hands, her feet, her neck or some part of her was always accentuated.
“Hmm, I wonder if you will think so after today.”
When her clever way of positioning herself, just at the ideal range was done, all of those words and steps had been an act to put herself at the perfect reach. She rolled the whip behind her, and readied it, giving Sahra a small dipped of the head to see if she was ready, eyes lowered, looking through her rather than at her.
"Besides, it looks good on me..." There was a small curl in one corner of her mouth, that soon led to a narrowing of her silver orbs...
As soon as her opponent was ready, or even before, an overhand flick of the whip came forward, quite deadly; she had learned in her last two duels not to use as many horizontal curls of it, over the hand was much harder to stop or predict. The lash came forward going for Sahra’s right shoulder, and would wrap her on the back if she did not move or block, with the light Mandalorian iron rings it could prove painful should it do so.
***
Old 10-14-2011, 02:38 AM
Sahra
The woman was swift with her whip. As Sahra watched, the slight wrist flicker produced a result Sahra did not think possible from such minute motion. But as the tip of the deadly inanimate snake came towards her, she twisted and knocked it aside barely in time. The edge wrapped around the tip of her sword and a gasp escaped her lips as she swiftly pointed the tip towards her opponent so the whip slid off rather than disarming her. She hadn't given thought to that when stepping forward. “Hadn't thought of that... nicely done.”
The frown on her face increased slightly as her thoughts advanced swiftly on a form of attack. Just out of range of the whip would be a great place to be, but leave her too far away to make a strike of her own. That left one option... as she felt the whip slide from her steel extension, she stepped forward several times in rapid succession in hopes that as she swung her sword, the tip would nick the woman's casting arm and wound her enough to make her drop the whip. If successful, the arm would receive a nice scratching. Like a paper cut, not deep, but enough to sting. If she failed cause the woman reacted quick enough, she would at least have a moment's reprieve as the white beauty would be forced to back up to take another whip snap at her.
***
Old 10-16-2011, 07:06 AM
Kiara
Not provoking the emotion she had wanted, rash anger or otherwise rage with her taunting, the Echani was frustrated, unlike the average male Sith she came across, the woman obviously had some good breeding. The grip of the whip withdrawing from the blade, she didn’t try to stop Sahra advancing as she sought to, so the return pull of the whip had more distance to hopefully collide with her back.
Her opponent was quick, too quick for her to avoid, and white snake received just the tip of the weapon on the upper arm, enough to cut the dress at the top but not break the skin. Pulling the long tendril of the whip back the way it had come, Sahra now had a threat right at her back. Kiara stepped off to the left side of her opponent, pulling the weapon in a great swing of it, in toward the center, and lower back of Sahra.
Glancing at the rip in her perfectly made clothes, the seamstress shook her head. A strong strain of vanity, ran along a raised chin, the marks of her Master's knife branding below the jaw, the only blemish on her otherwise sharp features.
***
Old 10-16-2011, 06:39 PM
Sahra
Sahra had been so intent at what was before her that the thought of threat behind her hadn't occurred. It wasn't till she side stepped in the pull of her attack that the whip tip snapped along her hip and lower thigh catching her off guard. A small yelp of surprise and an intake hiss of pain from the rings smacking her leather clad skin fell from crimson lips as she danced out of the way. A smile and nod of recognition was her next move along with words of sincerity.
“Perhaps I shall rethink my opinion of your weapon, dear Lady.”
She laughed and used the same 'pull' style of attack, using "Force Pull", but this time it wasn't a blade but simply a few fist sized stones aimed at the back of Kiara's legs. She merely wanted the woman's attentions diverted. A strike would merely make the whip wielder take notice. No hard sting would follow as her own chain links had done to Sahra.
Kiara Keth
Practical clothing was not something Kiara knew well. What her dress evoked in others was a concern to White Snake, barren as she was, she functioned off the emotion others gave her after all. Today she had gone for a shade of grey, lined and buttoned with black and metal. It had open shoulders, high cut sleeves above the elbow and was tight enough to the body to be practical to fight in.
Due to the severe shortage of Cortosis recently, Mandalorian iron was the new choice for the training whips in her possession. It wasn’t as flexible as cortosis, but it was very light and durable, so she had taken to using metal rings around the length of her whips, to deflect the potency of lightsabers, and allow her to practice with the weapon of choice. They had an even heavier sting to the weapons, but the difference in weight was noticeable.
The last duel had seen her opponent scurry off to the Jedi, probably in fear, offering a very unsatisfying conclusion to it. She hoped to find someone with a bit more to them this time, probably another weak unsatisfactory male but needs must.
Two whips were curled at her side, tight to the hip as she took snake-like steps slithering around the training area. One weapon found its way into her petite manicured hands.
“Hmm... anyone want to play?” She sighed mockingly to herself, cracking one of her whips against the floor.
***
Old 06-21-2011, 01:04 AM
Sahra Pritath
Sahra was lacing up her boots as she heard the woman speak. The tone was almost bored and she wondered if the woman wanted to fight or dance. Such an outfit, while she saw the merit of minimal cloth in fight, left little by way of protection either. Perhaps it would prove to be interesting. “I am up for some practice if you are....” she left the sentence on an uplifting tone meaning to hopefully learn a name as she finished lacing up the black boots and retying her hair back in ponytail so it wouldn't get caught up in the playing.
“I am Sahra, Disciple to Zephyrus. I admire a lady who knows of whips. They are not an easy tool. But once mastered, the grace, maneuverability of them and the power they can yield is quite formidable. I am not half bad at them, myself. But I prefer steel.” She withdrew her sword from it's sheath and laid the holder back on the bench beside her. “Practice blade, of course... no point in playing with the good toys.” She laughed and stepped towards the woman. Her own top and breeches were not as beautifully cut, but there were as functional as she needed them to be. One of the things she mentally reminded herself, seeing the woman before her, was that she would need to gain more clothes soon. Two practice outfits and the clothes she arrived in were her complete wardrobe to date. Not very smart, but nothing more had been necessary. Seeing the ivory beauty before her, though, made her suddenly yearn for a nicely cut gown that showed off more than her fighting assets.
Dark eyes gazed at Kiara as the woman rose from the bench and moved towards her.
***
Old 06-23-2011, 04:27 PM
Kiara
White Snake was generally a private person, she kept herself to herself, unless it benefited her to take something from someone, indulge herself of their charms, or otherwise spend time in their company. Baska had instilled a genuine cruel streak in Kiara Keth, to her benefit, but still nothing could change her grace and poise, that was what made her who she was, and why she hated the male weapon.
The Echani girl hissed softly in response, to provoke a response in kind, she lived to feel and feed off the reactions of others. “Inferior male weapons, they lack reach, beauty or possibility.”
Circling around, creeping her feet across the arena floor, barely touching it in each step; Kiara was weaving where she was moving, and nearly always in motion, either her hands, her feet, her neck or some part of her was always accentuated.
“Hmm, I wonder if you will think so after today.”
When her clever way of positioning herself, just at the ideal range was done, all of those words and steps had been an act to put herself at the perfect reach. She rolled the whip behind her, and readied it, giving Sahra a small dipped of the head to see if she was ready, eyes lowered, looking through her rather than at her.
"Besides, it looks good on me..." There was a small curl in one corner of her mouth, that soon led to a narrowing of her silver orbs...
As soon as her opponent was ready, or even before, an overhand flick of the whip came forward, quite deadly; she had learned in her last two duels not to use as many horizontal curls of it, over the hand was much harder to stop or predict. The lash came forward going for Sahra’s right shoulder, and would wrap her on the back if she did not move or block, with the light Mandalorian iron rings it could prove painful should it do so.
***
Old 10-14-2011, 02:38 AM
Sahra
The woman was swift with her whip. As Sahra watched, the slight wrist flicker produced a result Sahra did not think possible from such minute motion. But as the tip of the deadly inanimate snake came towards her, she twisted and knocked it aside barely in time. The edge wrapped around the tip of her sword and a gasp escaped her lips as she swiftly pointed the tip towards her opponent so the whip slid off rather than disarming her. She hadn't given thought to that when stepping forward. “Hadn't thought of that... nicely done.”
The frown on her face increased slightly as her thoughts advanced swiftly on a form of attack. Just out of range of the whip would be a great place to be, but leave her too far away to make a strike of her own. That left one option... as she felt the whip slide from her steel extension, she stepped forward several times in rapid succession in hopes that as she swung her sword, the tip would nick the woman's casting arm and wound her enough to make her drop the whip. If successful, the arm would receive a nice scratching. Like a paper cut, not deep, but enough to sting. If she failed cause the woman reacted quick enough, she would at least have a moment's reprieve as the white beauty would be forced to back up to take another whip snap at her.
***
Old 10-16-2011, 07:06 AM
Kiara
Not provoking the emotion she had wanted, rash anger or otherwise rage with her taunting, the Echani was frustrated, unlike the average male Sith she came across, the woman obviously had some good breeding. The grip of the whip withdrawing from the blade, she didn’t try to stop Sahra advancing as she sought to, so the return pull of the whip had more distance to hopefully collide with her back.
Her opponent was quick, too quick for her to avoid, and white snake received just the tip of the weapon on the upper arm, enough to cut the dress at the top but not break the skin. Pulling the long tendril of the whip back the way it had come, Sahra now had a threat right at her back. Kiara stepped off to the left side of her opponent, pulling the weapon in a great swing of it, in toward the center, and lower back of Sahra.
Glancing at the rip in her perfectly made clothes, the seamstress shook her head. A strong strain of vanity, ran along a raised chin, the marks of her Master's knife branding below the jaw, the only blemish on her otherwise sharp features.
***
Old 10-16-2011, 06:39 PM
Sahra
Sahra had been so intent at what was before her that the thought of threat behind her hadn't occurred. It wasn't till she side stepped in the pull of her attack that the whip tip snapped along her hip and lower thigh catching her off guard. A small yelp of surprise and an intake hiss of pain from the rings smacking her leather clad skin fell from crimson lips as she danced out of the way. A smile and nod of recognition was her next move along with words of sincerity.
“Perhaps I shall rethink my opinion of your weapon, dear Lady.”
She laughed and used the same 'pull' style of attack, using "Force Pull", but this time it wasn't a blade but simply a few fist sized stones aimed at the back of Kiara's legs. She merely wanted the woman's attentions diverted. A strike would merely make the whip wielder take notice. No hard sting would follow as her own chain links had done to Sahra.