Your Mand'alor beckons (Page 2 of 16)

"I'll just wait here," Solus called after him,  glancing at the newcomer every once in awhile. She knew trying to start a conversation would be fruitless, but she was curious about him, especially his fighting abilities.

(No worries, man.  Just keep up when you can, and expect your silence to recieve many a harsh insult.  Raj'el can be blunt.)

:Raj'el returns to find the newcomer just standing there, still as Carbonite, and Solus still at the bar.:

"You ready?  I assume the alcohol hasn't affected your abilities."

((me thinks you three could use a new person to add confusion to the story, however i only know a coulple of words in Mando'a, do i need to have my character speak it?))
Name: Kal'ak
Rank:Sgt. (or the equivilant of such)
Armor color:Black under suit, Gray armor, with red shoulder plates and T visor red marks cross the helm (like on sev's) (rest of outfit resemples that of Boba, minus the jetpack)
Weapons: DC-17, and a DC-15 (thats the pistol right?) vibroblade, and costumized wristblades (think predator, but slightly different)
Discription: Rough features, heavily scarred classic drill seargent look.

Kal'ak walked slowly into the arena, he saw two manolorians fighting/sparing (im assuming that you two are sparring) he decided to watch, it had been a while since he had done so, he would hope to do it again soon. he removed his helmet and relaxed, listening to the sounds of combat.

"You know, you're pretty good," Solus smirked, swinging her fist at the Raj'el.

"Hope you can duck in time," She goaded, the smirk still on her face. "I don't want to have to fix your wounded honor."

(Sorry, I wasn't connected for a bit.)

:Raj'el  stands perfectly still, drawing his Sith Tremor sword.:

You might be able to keep up, if I let you.

:He takes his stance, the one that gained him his lightsaber.:

(Hey Adeptus, you ever been on Christian Forums?  My Girlfriend says she recognizes your screen name.)

Solus stopped before she could hit him, raising an eyebrow.

"You'll let me, trust me on that." She pulled out her own Vibrosword, the only thing she had on her at the moment, bringing it down towards Raj'el.

(hope no one minds if I join)

Name: Talos Karrad
Gender: Male
Rank:Corpral
Job: Infantry man
Armor Color:Metalic grey with green shoulder pads, knee pads. Also with black rip marks across the chest.
Weapon: Mandalorian Blaster Rifle
2nd Weapon: Mandalorian Ripper
Backup weapon: Vibro-sword

Talos, walked in to the Arena, partly looking for a match and partly cus he had heard that fellow mando'ade stoped here once in a while. He keeped his eyes peeled.

((my cousins one of them is nationally rated and I fenced for a while, im not good, and i dont do it anymore though.))
Kal'ak saw another person in mandolorian armor walk in. He turned his head back to the fight, maby he would spar with someone later.

"An audience at practice is better than an audience at war."

:He shifted his stance, moving from his one handed saber grip to a two handed Iaido grip, weilding his Sith Tremor Sworrd much as one would wield a lightsaber or a Katana.   He let two near invisible blows go, one feinting again at her head, the second aimed to connect with her legs, where her defense was weakest.:

"You nervous?  You gaurd is getting sloppy down below, medic."

"Jedi don't do that.  The republic won't do that.  A Warrior is ready for any strike, at any time.  Though most call that paranoia."

:He shifted his weight to his lead foot, moving his blade behind him, pointed at the floor, imitating the Makashi lightsaber style that had dealt him his worst wounds.  It was a defensive style, and would give her the leeway she needed to attack, but leave little space to strike through.:

:As if raj'el could hear his thoughts, which he of course could not, he said.:

The Jedi and Revan are the only opponents ever to defeat the Mandalorians in battle.  Their use of the force may be dishoborable, but to emulate their forms, without the force, is and effective tactic.  To learn from your martial superiors makes you a better warrior.  To use these forms effectively without the force one must find strength and speed and skill where it's suppposed to cme from; hard training.

:He continued fighting, not understanding exactly what the other mandalorians thought of him, or caring.  He was no force sensitive, not Jedi.  He had killed jedi, and seen his men cut down at the hands of Revan himself.  These forms were dificult to master without the force, and he was no where near master of them.  And he only new the one....: