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Dodge left, dodge right, duck... Damri bobbed and weaved smoothly between his brothers swings... Misdirect left, misdirect right... Akil struck fast, each punch like a viper seeking to plunge its teeth into it's opponents face. Quick, powerful, but unrefined. Damri pushed his leading hand forward, not making solid contact with Akil's outstretched right cross, but guiding it away from any meaningful contact. The older Atin'al brother simultaneously brought his lead foot forward into his vod's instep, closing the small gap between the two. Damri's right fist, patiently waiting for it's chance, uncoiled itself into his brother gut. The only ensuing sound was the "whumpf" of air leaving his kid brothers lungs as he crumpled to the ground- Damri leapt back, hands instinctively returning to the guard position.
"Wayii!" Akil exclaimed, gasping for breath on his hands and knees. The brothers occupied a clearing between stacks of shipping containers, mechanical parts, tools, and bustling dock workers. They were stripped to the waist, hands wraps stained in the blood of split lips and minor lacerations. This was their first get-together in months.
"Sooran, shab! K'atini!" Damir spat, laughing. After a brief moment of revelling in his triumph, he dropped his guard and helped his brother off the ground. "Jate, jate, vod'ika. You overexten'ed yourself again. It's the easiest mistake to make." Damri and Akil broke to their water jugs, leaning against the cool metal of the shipping containers. They weren't the only ones here. The twins were nearby, communicating silently with eachother as always. Several of the crew from Damri's ship, a motley collection of maintenance crews and other travelers were standing about the makeshift ring- all just passing time 'til the next real fight. The "Haal' Skira", Damri's practical home away from home since the evacuation, was docked at the Arniik battle station orbiting Manda'yaim for another round of refit and repair. It needed it, after that last scuffle... Damri lost his train of thought staring down at the bejeweled planet he called home. He hadn't set foot on the planet in many months. Not that there was much left of the Atin'al family home, since he blew it up. Akil was supposed to be fixing that. "Yaim?" Damri asked his brother, motioning towards the planet.
"Getting there.", Akil grimaced, "We've had to blast out a lot of new infrastructure since the det charges collapsed the original supports. The whole thing is going to be a lot larger than the original, but compared to parts of Keldabe, we're in good shape. Alimah and I retro-fitted a place for Aeden and ourselves to sleep, but I don't trust the structural supports for the rest of the place. There's a lot of unstable mountain sitting on it still. If it weren't for the beslubbering bundles of credits we've made from Mandalmotors stock skyrocketing the last handful of months, we wouldn't be able to afford it."
Damri nodded. He was glad Akil was taking care of their ancestral home, since he wasn't sure he'd have the stomach for it himself. So much destruction, Damri thought, and so needless at that... He had enough time to think in hyperspace. Damri pushed off from the shipping crate and bounced his way into the center of the make-shift ring, rotating his shoulder blades. "A'right, who's up for another round?"
"Wayii!" Akil exclaimed, gasping for breath on his hands and knees. The brothers occupied a clearing between stacks of shipping containers, mechanical parts, tools, and bustling dock workers. They were stripped to the waist, hands wraps stained in the blood of split lips and minor lacerations. This was their first get-together in months.
"Sooran, shab! K'atini!" Damir spat, laughing. After a brief moment of revelling in his triumph, he dropped his guard and helped his brother off the ground. "Jate, jate, vod'ika. You overexten'ed yourself again. It's the easiest mistake to make." Damri and Akil broke to their water jugs, leaning against the cool metal of the shipping containers. They weren't the only ones here. The twins were nearby, communicating silently with eachother as always. Several of the crew from Damri's ship, a motley collection of maintenance crews and other travelers were standing about the makeshift ring- all just passing time 'til the next real fight. The "Haal' Skira", Damri's practical home away from home since the evacuation, was docked at the Arniik battle station orbiting Manda'yaim for another round of refit and repair. It needed it, after that last scuffle... Damri lost his train of thought staring down at the bejeweled planet he called home. He hadn't set foot on the planet in many months. Not that there was much left of the Atin'al family home, since he blew it up. Akil was supposed to be fixing that. "Yaim?" Damri asked his brother, motioning towards the planet.
"Getting there.", Akil grimaced, "We've had to blast out a lot of new infrastructure since the det charges collapsed the original supports. The whole thing is going to be a lot larger than the original, but compared to parts of Keldabe, we're in good shape. Alimah and I retro-fitted a place for Aeden and ourselves to sleep, but I don't trust the structural supports for the rest of the place. There's a lot of unstable mountain sitting on it still. If it weren't for the beslubbering bundles of credits we've made from Mandalmotors stock skyrocketing the last handful of months, we wouldn't be able to afford it."
Damri nodded. He was glad Akil was taking care of their ancestral home, since he wasn't sure he'd have the stomach for it himself. So much destruction, Damri thought, and so needless at that... He had enough time to think in hyperspace. Damri pushed off from the shipping crate and bounced his way into the center of the make-shift ring, rotating his shoulder blades. "A'right, who's up for another round?"
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