What a place to exercise

[Carthus Phoenix Kira]

Time: Late Morning
Weather: Clear
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The heat and the dust in the air often made the simplest of tasks much harder than they needed to be. Carthus was still in part recovering as well which didn't help things, but he would be damned if he was going to let his fitness slip purely because he wasn't feeling one hundred percent.

Having gone shopping recently at some of the nearby markets, Carthus had acquired some clothing that was more suited for the atmosphere here, though he had wrapped duratape around some parts of his clothing to prevent it flapping too much.

He had risen early when the sun had. Taken to going out for one of his runs, having only run the rooftops of the city or what he could of it anyway, a few nights before. Though his legs were still burning from the workout he pushed himself. Laziness was not in his nature and he had to clear his head. In all of this, his mind was still dwelling partly on his friend and the past as well as recent activities.

The route Carthus took on his run took him outside of the city walls, the dust kicking up from the ground behind him leaving a temporary trail behind him as he ran down onto the sand planes and dunes that were all around the planet it appeared. two kilometres out from the city walls, the landscape turned a bit more rocky which suited Carthus just fine.

Finding a suitable rock face he began to climber up the side of the rock, his arms screaming in protest, as he hoisted himself up on top of the rock. He reached into his pack removing his drink to take a long hard gulp of water, puffing and panting in the hot day's air.

His backpack contained a bottle of water, some basic rations, a small communication unit and of course his good old trusty collapsible virbo blade.

As Carthus sat upon the rock he watched as a ship made its approach towards the city, seeing it swooping down and through the air. How long had he been on this planet now? He mulled over.

@Styx ​

 

[Abrakhal Grisgoh]

The tracks were narrowing. His cracked eyes squinted at the scuffs in the sand tracing along the outside of the city walls, beginning to dig outward rather than straight back; it was a sign they were tiring. Soon he'd be upon them.

Abrakhal sucked in a dry snort of sandy air to release a muted, maniacal wheezing, revving like an aged engine. He reset his crooked jaw with a bite of his cheek and lifted to a stiff stand, achingly rolling his shoulders with a tired wince as his coat tails whipped in the wind. The entire night's labor showed through him: a coat of sand clinging to his collar and hems, salt stains around his pits and neck, wrinkles dried and drawn on his face where the skin was yet young enough to tighten back smooth with a simple shower. But he clenched a fist, clinging to his unspoken vow. If he was anything other than a drunk and a fool, he was devoted to those who couldn't protect themselves alone.

So he pushed on, remembering where this all started. A vendor in town, an old cobbler he'd grown fond of for helping some of the street urchins that had previously relied on Abrakhal, was beset upon by a stalker in the night. He was alright, but seeing the bruise over the man's temple sent Abe into a fit of pursuit after the attacker. He'd grown accustomed to skipping a night's sleep in favor of drink, though prior to recent events he was trying to behave himself and act more becoming of a Jedi in training. And though he still reeked of booze, he was dead set on finding his man's attacker. He thought he'd lost him around a corner, but as they'd reached the outskirts of the city, the sand began to guide his way till the morning sun greeted him.

And here he was, coming to the end. Crouched, coming to the more rocky terrain, Abrakhal could hear the assailant shuffling through his pack of stolen goods. It sickened Abe to hear the man panting and shuffling, no doubt drooling over the night's haul. Hearing the gulps of water made Abrakhal thirst. He leaned behind a boulder, tilting his ear towards the sounds as he tried to imagine what was just beyond sight. Then he heard a ship fly overhead, making just enough sound to cover him. Now was the time.

Abrakhal sprang from around his perch and roared as he spread both arms with a diving shoulder tackle at Carthus' lower back, hoping to take him by surprise.


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[Carthus Phoenix Kira]

The water in the bottle was just what Carthus needed right now to clear out the dust and sand he had inhaled while running. Completely starting to relax now that he was once again pushing his body and do some exercise. His eyes remained fixed on the ship as it roared overhead, his mind turned towards the city as well. The way people just seemed to get on with their life and live through hardship. Having had a chance to spend some time with the locals and get to know them, not to mention those that sought something further there, it truly was a jewel in the rough of a place to be.

But even as he sat there watching the ship something felt off to him. It was a feeling for but a split second but something caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand on end.

Sure enough, the reason behind that feeling came roaring out from behind him, like some crazed whomper. Still with a mouthful of water Carthus turned his body in time to feel a shoulder hit his side, sending him tumbling towards the ground. How he managed to keep his mouthful of water was nothing short of sheer luck. Both of his hands went downwards either side of him to slap at the ground and break his fall rather than letting his whole body and back take the blow

Carthus brought his hands back towards his chest for a defensive stance, trying to push against his assailant, as he sprayed the water out of his mouth towards the mysterious attacker. Hopefully, it would buy him enough time, as he began to pull somewhat wildly at the force around him.

"GET OFF ME !!"

He barked, a heavy Correllian accent laced his words.
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@Styx