The door to the training room slid open and Ophelia made her way in. The room itself was nothing more than a box and she swore internally at the notion that this was perfectly set up for her opponent to have the advantage. The room seemed to be empty as she looked around she noticed her opponent hadn’t arrived yet. She checked the time and noticed she was exactly where she was meant to be, when she was meant to be there and shrugged momentarily as she made her way over to one of the walls and simply leaned back against it.
As Lo-Kain finally entered the room his gaze was drawn to his opponent and he momentarily had to stop in his tracks as he looked her over. Whereas he had seen her only in passing wearing generally military fatigues, here he saw a different side to his opponent. She was garbed from head to toe in black Mandalorian Armour. Her helmet was cupped in the crook of her arm and as he ran his eyes up to her face he noticed her hair was pulled back tightly, allowing the light to reflect off of her cybernetics. Her face spoke volumes as he marched into the room, her eyes followed him every step of the way. As he made his way to his starting position he noticed an almost annoyed look pass her features.
She marched towards him, helmet still held under her arm. “So you finally decided to appear Acolyte? Didn’t think you’d be as late as this. Shall we begin?”
He looked her over one more time, noticing a cloak fastened behind her armour, twin holsters on her belt and he could just make out the grips of two...something or another. He looked up with a prideful sneer. “Not like this will be much of a challenge, so why hurry? Let’s get this done quickly so I can go back to more important things?” He rolled his shoulders as Ophelia simply turned her back on him.
“Or’dinii,” she muttered as she reached down with her free hand and brought her helmet up, placing it on and fixing it in place.
“What did you say? I don’t speak pig-tongue.” Lo-Kain barked at her.
“Oh, I called you a moron. Let’s begin, shall we?” Ophelia replied, her voice hardened, distorted by her helmet. She grinned as her simple insult seemed to have the desired effect. True to his reputation the Zabrak charged at her, his saber igniting mid-run.
The distance between them was negligible, so as he moved she adjusted her position to give herself some room and bait his strike. The saber came down in a harsh overhead swing that would have decapitated her, however as the blade swung she was already in motion. She, the taller of them, ducked under his swing as she moved forward, and as the blade overextended she moved up and forward, her hand thrusting out and catching the Zabrak by the throat, using his extended motion against him. She threw her strength into the lift, at first carrying then slamming him hard down against the floor. Pushing herself away in a forward roll before she nimbly flipped herself up to her feet, and turned back to face her opponent.
Lo-Kain was already back on his feet rubbing his neck where she had grabbed him. He growled at her and moved again. Several slashes struck out against her, an overhand followed by a cross cut that almost melded into an upper diagonal slice moving from her left to the right, yet each time she danced away, dragging it out; making sure she focused on where his strikes were falling. The saber skimmed her armor several times and nearly penetrated to her flesh on more than one occasion, but she had just been barely quick enough to avoid the contact.
“STAND STILL, WITCH!” he roared at her as another strike passed over her head. She ducked to one knee, rested upon her knuckles and swung her leg around in a wide circle, aiming to trip her opponent with the wild motion. Lo-Kain jumped over the fumbled attack easily and struck out with his foot as he came down, smashing the sole of his boot against Ophelia’s helmet that sent her tumbling.
He lunged at the Mandalorian as she lay upon the ground, his saber aimed at impaling her. She rolled backwards but not quick enough as the saber clipped her armour and the cybernetic leg underneath. The smell of burnt metal struck Lo-Kain’s nostrils as he turned upon her with almost a sneer, expecting the mundane to reel in fear. What greeted him instead was a right hook that sent him tumbling back.
“I’m bored now, think I’ll actually fight,” Ophelia said as she moved away from her opponent. He attempted to follow her next movement but her twin .48 Enforcers rose almost majestically in her hands, and aimed at Lo-Kain. His eyes opened as the double crack echoed around the room. He jumped backwards and felt the rush of air pass just below him as the slugs flew by. Another double crack had him change his direction into a backflip and another until finally he found himself pressed against the wall.
The fourth double crack echoed around the room, and with nowhere to jump to he readied himself and concentrated as he threw out his hands. The Slug’s impacted against nothing and fell spent to the floor at his feet as his barrier held. He looked towards her and sneered. “The Force always conquers--”
Something heavy and quick impacted against the barrier; it was too quick for him to see in his rush to defend himself, but it blew the barrier, and his concentration, apart knocking him against the wall with a curse. He had mere moments to look up before Ophelia launched another rocket from her second launcher which soared towards him with a low whistle. He threw himself sideways as the area he had just occupied exploded in a mess of shrapnel and noise. Pushing himself up from the ground he took several deep breaths and looked at the carnage.
Seizing the moment, Ophelia reloaded one of her launchers when he turned on her, his anger building. The saber reignited and he charged once more. Not quite done reloading the second, she grunted as he drove his shoulder into her, lifting her from her feet and sending her to the floor once again. She raised her pistols, once more firing at her opponent. He pushed his limit by calling upon the Force to give him speed and dodged the bullets as they flew past him.. She needed a moment to reload her pistols, but by Lo-Kain was already bearing down on her, his saber raised and about to strike.
“Burn!” she screeched at him, as two small sparks ignited two streams of fire, heading directly towards her opponent.