A Game of Swords

[Gamov]

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CORELLIA​

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Dusk crept over the city, the sun's warming rays dipping behind a jagged horizon of glass and metal to draw long shadows across he streets. This world looked so small beneath her, its inhabitants scurrying as ants inside their metallic hive. Safe, content... oblivious. [surl=http://www.thestarwarsrp.com/forum/index.php?threads/mila-visari.64960/]Mila[/surl] twisted her placid countenance into a sneer of contempt. Look at them all, so frail and weak. What had they ever sacrificed here within the warm embrace of the Empire's coddling bosom? Ire boiled in her veins like acid. Why should they be handed freedom when she had to claw and kill for her own?

Her fingers curled about her lightsaber, white knuckles beneath black leather.

The Lorrdian spat on the city. They didn't deserve this. Not a damn one of them. Boots shifted in loose gravel as she pivoted on her heel, returning to the center of the rooftop to await her challenger. With a casual, practiced grace, her free hand found its way to the pack of cigarettes tucked away in in the ammo pouch on her arm. Plucking one of the white cylinders from its place with her lips, the lighter came next, a flicker of orange at her thumb tip.

Flicking the lighter closed, Mila breathed in her first long drag, letting the smoke stew in her lungs before breathing it out in thin wisps through her nostrils. She mused quietly on her hatred for the Pureblood - a sentiment she found only an inkling of remorse in. After all, it wasn't his fault he belonged to a bottom feeding wretch of a species; biology was just a cruel bitch sometimes. A casual check of her watch was followed with an irritated grunt. Late, of course. Why should she have expected any different? Her eyes found their way back to the door at the opposite end of the roof.

"Any day now, Red."

@Philosoraptor​

 

[Philosoraptor]

Fred’erick grimaced as he arrived to the meeting place. He’d been called out before, but never by someone he didn’t even know. Yet he felt obligated to accept the call – it would be rude otherwise. The rooftop of a corporate building in the center of Corellia’s capital. The last place one would find Fred’erick.

He put his hood down, his long, slicked back black hair lacking its usual sheen. His eyes locked on his opponents, not even a smile on his face. “Shall we get started, wretched girl?” He pulled out his lightsaber, gripping it like it was an axe. He was ready to kill. Fred walked forward, his lightsaber at the ready. His boots thudded against the rooftop as he stood ready to attack or defend.


OOC: apologies for it being short, got caught up with work and didn't want to leave you hanging. :c

 

[Gamov]

Cocking her head slightly to eye Fred'erick and size him up, Mila breathed a trail of grey/white smoke from between her lips. Well, it certainly wasn't the first time she'd been called a wretch by one of these uptight scum suckers. In fact, it might have been among once the nicer words she'd ever heard one of them use on her. Taking another drag on her cigarette, savoring its scent on her tongue before flicking the half used butt aside with a sharp huff, the Lorrdian set her jaw.

"Took your sweet ass time getting here." She chided, igniting her saber with a sharp hiss. "You won't die quick. You know that, right?" Mila paced towards the Pureblood's right, eyes locked with his as a predator sizing up its prey. "Make peace with whatever you all a God..." Mila brandished her saber with a quick twirl, pointing it straight at Fred'erick. "because you'll be seeing them real soon."

Coming to a stop some 40 feet to his right, Mila gave Fred'erick only moments to react before her feet shifted in the gravel, toes sinking in to push her forward with a surprising burst of speed as she closed the distance between them in a matter of seconds. Bearing down on her victim, she would bring her saber forward in a streak of crimson aimed straight for the Pureblood's midsection. Her aim to cleave him clean in half at the legs with sheer brute force.

OOC: no worries. PvP posts are best when they're kept short anyway. Less inner monologue/exposition, more murder/death/kill. lol