Entrance Hall

{From Here}

The entrance hall was in much of a state of ruin as the rest of the blasted sand castle. Saren didn't really like the heat of the Domescan sun, nor its desert lifestyle. He just got over the feeling of sand being everywhere and couldn't understand how people could live in it, let alone... well, fuck around in it. He was used to lush fields, forests and cliff faces, colder air and seasonal snows and rains, not the arid desert. Though here he was, working for this merry band of thieves in procuring treasure from the vaults of an evil madman who died centuries ago. This place gives me the creeps. He thought, picking sand out of his nose as he waited for Foxfire to join him out here. The 5'9 Scardian leaned against the wall leading into the throne room, arms folded across his burly chest and the thick, long two handed sword strapped to his back clanked against the stonework behind him. He looked at the floor, which had fissures and cracks through tiles that may have once gleamed with his own reflection, but now dusty and dull due to the literal sands of time.

Well a big ass cannon will do that to a palace. He shrugged. Back then, a Scardian walking among these halls would have been unheard of, save perhaps prisoners of war lining up to be executed by the mad Black Emperor of Domescadia. The thought made this place... only creepier.

The bronzed elf exits the throne room, and is standing at the Scardian's side. "Thanks for that Titanborn. If not for your intervention... I swear on my cursed blood, I'd probably have spilled that greedy woman's across the throne room's floor..." she says with a gentle sigh.

Foxfire Reyneiros wrote:The bronzed elf exits the throne room, and is standing at the Scardian's side. "Thanks for that Titanborn. If not for your intervention... I swear on my cursed blood, I'd probably have spilled that greedy woman's across the throne room's floor..." she says with a gentle sigh.

He smirked as the elf thanked him. "Think nothing of it, its not easy to put up with a personality like Cesil there." He chuckled, before he glanced down at her sword. "Speaking of, mind drawing that blade? I like to have a look of it." He asked.

She didn't face the Scardian till he asked to see her weapon sheathed to her belt. Raising a brow, she reaches down and pulls the cutlass like scimitar from the scabbard:



The gleaming blade was adorned with gold and a ruby pommel. Ancient, but still deadly, the silvery blade gleamed even out in this dreary, dimly lit hall. Carvings onto the gilded hand guard which was bladed like an ax head with a depiction of mountains similar to the mountain range bordering Domescadia and the north ice caps was above the red grip of the handle, and over the hand guard showed a raging storm across the Scardian Seas and an Island similar to Teronia at the tip.

"Its an heirloom from a time when we fought for Abdel's ancestors." She admitted. "I was once a soldier for his armies, a scout. That was centuries ago. Killed quite a few people for the name of the Black Emperor, even a couple of Scardian's like yourself... but never once stepped foot in these cursed ruins." She explained, turning to him, presenting her sword to him. "Want to have a closer look?" She asked, letting the rifle lean against her chest as she hands the blade out to him with both hands.

Foxfire Reyneiros wrote:She didn't face the Scardian till he asked to see her weapon sheathed to her belt. Raising a brow, she reaches down and pulls the cutlass like scimitar from the scabbard:



The gleaming blade was adorned with gold and a ruby pommel. Ancient, but still deadly, the silvery blade gleamed even out in this dreary, dimly lit hall. Carvings onto the gilded hand guard which was bladed like an ax head with a depiction of mountains similar to the mountain range bordering Domescadia and the north ice caps was above the red grip of the handle, and over the hand guard showed a raging storm across the Scardian Seas and an Island similar to Teronia at the tip.

"Its an heirloom from a time when we fought for Abdel's ancestors." She admitted. "I was once a soldier for his armies, a scout. That was centuries ago. Killed quite a few people for the name of the Black Emperor, even a couple of Scardian's like yourself... but never once stepped foot in these cursed ruins." She explained, turning to him, presenting her sword to him. "Want to have a closer look?" She asked, letting the rifle lean against her chest as she hands the blade out to him with both hands.

He looked at her somewhat wearily. "You mean, for Abdel Adham himself?" He asked. This meant Fire here was well over three hundred years old, but such was the longevity of the elfin folk. He listened to her story before looking at the sword she carried. It was a highly decorative blade, with a silver gleam in it's slight curve. Smaller and lighter than his heavy buster without any doubt, but it still looked quite functional in spite of the level of decoration. "Nah..." He began, looking somewhat pale from the sound of fellow Scardians being put to that very sword. "I'm good.." he says with his hands up, shaking his head slightly. He looked down the halls and then back to her. "So want to split up and cover more ground or stick together?"

She smiled faintly. "Relax, you're not an enemy. I still wear a modified variant of Abdel's military uniform, but I am no longer at war with the world, Sir Titanborn." She closed her eyes and sheathed her blade. "But yes, I had enlisted in his militaries as a scout, given my skill set. Much of the propaganda of the time is justified, we did many terrible things to the people of Domescadia, and Galiavan as a whole. We were also not issued beyond our will. Abdel had a way with words, made mortals feel like they were reclaiming the desert, and branching out for them. A part of me believes he did have some respect for his people. Those who bowed to his will lived freely and relatively happily. Crime was low and even us Desert Elves felt like real citizens within the ancient cities. Still, some sacrifices were unavoidable and inexcusable. To curry favor with the Apophis Lamia, he allowed them to hunt Domescadia's Neko's freely and with his blessings. Slavery was still a form of currency as long as you were not 'of Domescan Blood', but that didn't include the Neko the Apophi craved... they were driven nearly to extinction. Then the Minotaur were treated like second class citizens, used almost solely for entertainment and war, with only a few living leisurely within the Onyx City. You could tell something was wrong, overall, but you didn't act because it wasn't happening to you, and you're existence wasn't as bad as it could be." She says with a sullen look.

She blinked, turning to him. "Sorry, I ramble in my old age. You young mortals must find such things boring these days." She smirks, pulling up her scarf to block the blowing sand. "I think we should stick together. Your large blade would work well in the Throne Room, but in the narrower halls and passages you may have a tough time swinging that hulking metal thing." She winked.

Foxfire Reyneiros wrote:She smiled faintly. "Relax, you're not an enemy. I still wear a modified variant of Abdel's military uniform, but I am no longer at war with the world, Sir Titanborn." She closed her eyes and sheathed her blade. "But yes, I had enlisted in his militaries as a scout, given my skill set. Much of the propaganda of the time is justified, we did many terrible things to the people of Domescadia, and Galiavan as a whole. We were also not issued beyond our will. Abdel had a way with words, made mortals feel like they were reclaiming the desert, and branching out for them. A part of me believes he did have some respect for his people. Those who bowed to his will lived freely and relatively happily. Crime was low and even us Desert Elves felt like real citizens within the ancient cities. Still, some sacrifices were unavoidable and inexcusable. To curry favor with the Apophis Lamia, he allowed them to hunt Domescadia's Neko's freely and with his blessings. Slavery was still a form of currency as long as you were not 'of Domescan Blood', but that didn't include the Neko the Apophi craved... they were driven nearly to extinction. Then the Minotaur were treated like second class citizens, used almost solely for entertainment and war, with only a few living leisurely within the Onyx City. You could tell something was wrong, overall, but you didn't act because it wasn't happening to you, and you're existence wasn't as bad as it could be." She says with a sullen look.

She blinked, turning to him. "Sorry, I ramble in my old age. You young mortals must find such things boring these days." She smirks, pulling up her scarf to block the blowing sand. "I think we should stick together. Your large blade would work well in the Throne Room, but in the narrower halls and passages you may have a tough time swinging that hulking metal thing." She winked.

He paused at that, and smiled. "You're talking to a Scardian, Luv. Young or old, we follow the practices of a God-King who ascended over a thousand or so years ago. The warriors especially, we absolutely thrive on the old teachings. I train using ancient manuals of the White Tower, and the journals of my ancestor Lorena Titanborn. History shouldn't be forgotten or swept away, be it uncomfortable or pleasant." He says with a smile back. "Ah, I think you just want to stick close to a prime example of pure, Scardian masculinity!" He says, flexing his muscular arms in a playful manner. "No shame in admiring my obvious virility my lady~" He teased, continuing to flex and show himself off.

Saren Titanborn wrote:
He paused at that, and smiled. "You're talking to a Scardian, Luv. Young or old, we follow the practices of a God-King who ascended over a thousand or so years ago. The warriors especially, we absolutely thrive on the old teachings. I train using ancient manuals of the White Tower, and the journals of my ancestor Lorena Titanborn. History shouldn't be forgotten or swept away, be it uncomfortable or pleasant." He says with a smile back. "Ah, I think you just want to stick close to a prime example of pure, Scardian masculinity!" He says, flexing his muscular arms in a playful manner. "No shame in admiring my obvious virility my lady~" He teased, continuing to flex and show himself off.

Foxfire looked at him with lidded eyes. "Oh, of course. Like the various other Scardian's I've met in my lifetime. I don't feel shame for a shameless fool." She rolled her eyes and began to walk down the hall. Though like Haze's words, Saren's were admirable and appreciated. "Come now strong man, wouldn't want to pull a muscle showing off to an elf ten times your elder." She chuckled.

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Cesil appeared at the entryway, and was surprised to still see both mercenaries standing about. The thief frowned. "I thought I told you to scout ahead..." She grumbled at the elf, before closing her eyes. "Hah... never mind that now. Come, our samurai is going to break the seal." She reopened her eyes and nodded back to the throne room. "May be trouble ahead, so be ready." She added, before returning to the throne room.

The large slab double doors burst open, first the pair's blades flew and embedded into the wall opposite of the doorway then-

[From here]

"Whhaat the hell?!" Saren screamed, his body pressed against the sword maiden, both tumbling into the hall, forcing his body around so that he struck the wall so she wouldn't!

"Uggh... rude ghosts..." He grunted... but something felt warm and soft in his hands. He blinked his eyes open, and found himself met with hers... with his hands now firmly upon her squishy breasts...!

He squeezed again for posterity, and had a sly smirk. This will likely not end well...

Saren Titanborn wrote:The large slab double doors burst open, first the pair's blades flew and embedded into the wall opposite of the doorway then-

[From here]

"Whhaat the hell?!" Saren screamed, his body pressed against the sword maiden, both tumbling into the hall, forcing his body around so that he struck the wall so she wouldn't!

"Uggh... rude ghosts..." He grunted... but something felt warm and soft in his hands. He blinked his eyes open, and found himself met with hers... with his hands now firmly upon her squishy breasts...!

He squeezed again for posterity, and had a sly smirk. This will likely not end well...

[from here dammit xD]

"----ahhhhh!" Dura's cry of surprise came to an abrupt end, the pair tumbling over one another till they hit the stone wall! "Urgh....that was unexpected..." she managed, her voice low and husky, before becoming sharp. "Eh. Eh.... Eh..." She grunted, feeling his rough sword hands gripping her tits, pumping them as she straddled his hips, his back against the wall. She was eye to eye with him, her lidded golden gaze scanning down to his hands which gave her breasts an extra 'squeeze' just for shits n' giggles. Dura returned her gaze to his, her eyes lidded with mild irritation, though her lips were peeled back into an amused smile. "...like them?" She asked, her voice wavering on humorously amused, while also boiling anger.

Dura al-Akram Khalili wrote:

Saren Titanborn wrote:The large slab double doors burst open, first the pair's blades flew and embedded into the wall opposite of the doorway then-

[From here]

"Whhaat the hell?!" Saren screamed, his body pressed against the sword maiden, both tumbling into the hall, forcing his body around so that he struck the wall so she wouldn't!

"Uggh... rude ghosts..." He grunted... but something felt warm and soft in his hands. He blinked his eyes open, and found himself met with hers... with his hands now firmly upon her squishy breasts...!

He squeezed again for posterity, and had a sly smirk. This will likely not end well...

[from here dammit xD]

"----ahhhhh!" Dura's cry of surprise came to an abrupt end, the pair tumbling over one another till they hit the stone wall! "Urgh....that was unexpected..." she managed, her voice low and husky, before becoming sharp. "Eh. Eh.... Eh..." She grunted, feeling his rough sword hands gripping her tits, pumping them as she straddled his hips, his back against the wall. She was eye to eye with him, her lidded golden gaze scanning down to his hands which gave her breasts an extra 'squeeze' just for shits n' giggles. Dura returned her gaze to his, her eyes lidded with mild irritation, though her lips were peeled back into an amused smile. "...like them?" She asked, her voice wavering on humorously amused, while also boiling anger.

He kept his smirk. "Well, couldn't help but compliment their firmness. So yes. Nice." He says, with one more gentle pump for good measure. With her straddling him so, he couldn't exactly get up... so till she was ready, he'd just sit there and go with the flow.

Dura's brow twitched as she felt his hands squish them once more after his reply. "Heh. Well, that can be your reward for your swift movement. Funny, how I challenge you to a duel to the death and you kept me from smashing my face in. You think I won't kill you if you play with my tits and act charming? Hm?" Her voice dipped, becoming seductive as her hands raised, cupping the sides of his face. Dura blew cool air against his lips... almost touching them as she leaned forwards!

WA-BAM!!

A quick head blow to his skull, her legs rising as she stood, dragging him up the wall by his face, her strength unbelievable and showing it was no mere trick with her massive sword, she can easily lift the Scardian man as well! She smirked, a red mark above her brow as she held him above her head, ready to snap his neck! "You're an odd contradiction, a noble man stooped in tradition yet you have no qualms picking through the ruins of my people's homeland." She sighed... then raised a brow as he struggled. "What?" Her painted red lips peeled into a sadistic smile. "I issued we must duel, but didn't say we had to stick with our blades. I prefer no gun though, for then it just kicks the piss out of the wild fun we can have, you catch what I mean?" She purred, gripping his head tighter, perhaps instead she'd just squeeze his head like a melon...

Saren smirked. "I can't help meself, but a pretty face shouldn't be sma-ow!" He was cut off by her pleasant honey scent, the cool feeling of her breath upon his face before he felt her head smash into his own! "Ow, the hell, urk!" His purple eyes widened, she was raising him from under her while she began to stand up! He wiggled, and pressed his knees into her stomach with his boot soles against the wall for support, as she began to put pressure at either side of his head! "-heyI'mjusta...merc!" He struggled, before reaching up for his embedded blade, yanking it down, dislodging hers which tumbled down as he brought his blade downwards! Part of him didn't want to kill her, but he would if meant not dying himself! C'mon block it, get out of the way, lend me mobility...! He prayed, as the heavy blade struck down!

Dura saw what he was doing, and when he stuck down with his sword he retrieved from the wall, she brought up her left shoulder, letting go of him, taking the blow with her paldron as sparks flew and he was free from her steel grip! She grunted, feeling the blow that would have severed most human's arms clean off, but her armor was resilient and held up against his strike. Given his position now as he was falling, it was perfect placement for her right leg as she swung her knee into his descending chest! The powerful blow was enough to throw the Scardian down the hall, tumbling into a column, and kick up sand and debris! "So am I... but I don't plunder your country's sacred sites for a handful of platinum and gold..." She says, lowering her leg, her heeled boot slamming down on her fallen greatsword, kicking it up and spinning towards her. She caught the blade's grip and leaned the heavy and massive blade across her right shoulder, advancing upon Saren's position. Dura was smiling, her breasts bobbing gently as she made her way to him, her flipped red hair also swaying with her movements. "Come now, the time for grabbing ass and making out has passed Red! You shouldn't have come here." she hummed, and began winding up her arm like she held a bat... if a bat was nearly 6' long with a double edge blade and weighed over 200 pounds... yeah, like a bat, as she picked up her pace, running towards him and through the debris cloud!

Dura al-Akram Khalili wrote:Dura saw what he was doing, and when he stuck down with his sword he retrieved from the wall, she brought up her left shoulder, letting go of him, taking the blow with her paldron as sparks flew and he was free from her steel grip! She grunted, feeling the blow that would have severed most human's arms clean off, but her armor was resilient and held up against his strike. Given his position now as he was falling, it was perfect placement for her right leg as she swung her knee into his descending chest! The powerful blow was enough to throw the Scardian down the hall, tumbling into a column, and kick up sand and debris! "So am I... but I don't plunder your country's sacred sites for a handful of platinum and gold..." She says, lowering her leg, her heeled boot slamming down on her fallen greatsword, kicking it up and spinning towards her. She caught the blade's grip and leaned the heavy and massive blade across her right shoulder, advancing upon Saren's position. Dura was smiling, her breasts bobbing gently as she made her way to him, her flipped red hair also swaying with her movements. "Come now, the time for grabbing ass and making out has passed Red! You shouldn't have come here." she hummed, and began winding up her arm like she held a bat... if a bat was nearly 6' long with a double edge blade and weighed over 200 pounds... yeah, like a bat, as she picked up her pace, running towards him and through the debris cloud!

She hit like a dump truck, Saren would give her that... he was glad she shrugged off his blow so easily, but wasn't expecting the blow to the chest and then his body colliding with a sandstone pillar... but he could work with that. He was picking himself off the floor when she was already halfway to him, her arm winding up that large blade of hers so easily, considering his own weight she had lifted he blurts out: "Okay... I get it, stop showing off!"

Saren swung the large blade, cutting away the debris cloud as his blade connected with hers! Forced into another clash, the pair got right up and close with one another again, face to face, both smiling apparently. "You know, the honey works, the sweet perfume hides the scent of blood well I think...!" He commented, grunting as their sparking blades clashed, trying to overpower her greatsword with his fortified strength.

She grinned at his remark, feeling his strength trying to push her back in their power clash! "Heh, thanks... I must ask though, do all Scardian men smell like a horse barn?" She teased, before making use of the moment to make him reel back with her left hand on the sword grip, her right hand now free to swing a powerful punch into her opponent's jaw! "How about you focus on trying not to die so I can enjoy killing you, okay?" She asked in a playfully amused tone, bringing her full force forwards with her greatsword now, both hands returning to the grip as she pushed the dull side of his large sword against him!

Her remark honestly made him give pause to smell his clothes. "...Last time I listen to Cesil where to freakin' wash me clot-" He was suddenly slammed with a fist to the face! Aww... she's practically a woman after my heart, but Frey'd above that fuckin' hurt!! He thought, head recoiling with her punch to his face, before feeling her full weight coming upon him and- But this is my chance-! He looked into her eyes with a warrior's glare, as he side stepped with his naturally given speed, her weight and power sliding off his blade as she was flung forward by momentum. He tilted his wrist, raising the pommel while lowering the blade, and at an angle, struck her stomach with the pommel of his blade... perhaps a bit more harder than he wanted to. He didn't end there though, he spun himself gracefully removing the pommel from her stomach, picked up the pace and then, with a full swing of his blade, slapped the flat of the blade across her back as opposed to using the bladed end and slide the woman in half... he did not want to spill her blood, as he was opposed to killing people without a proper reason, even though he was a hired merc; even if he was paid to kill, he'd decided if the target was actually worth killing first. This meant he was not the most successful mercenary, at least for killing people. Oh, he'd gladly rough up people though, especially if they deserved it!

Slapping her back with the flat of his sword caused the woman to launch towards the column, but he reached out with his Scardian speed to grab her collar and yank her back in time so she would not smash her face into the stonework. Second time in a row, I know... but I don't want to mark up her face... He argued with himself, slightly flustered with his decision, while still holding the collar of her leather shrug, he pulled her back
swung out his leg, tripping her and made her fall onto her back!

He lowered his sword to her chest, frowning. "Yield. This isn't a proper fight. I feel like only one of us are trying to kill each other and... we really shouldn't be. You punched my face." He says, feeling one of his teeth with his tongue, chipped from her iron plated glove.

Saren Titanborn wrote:Her remark honestly made him give pause to smell his clothes. "...Last time I listen to Cesil where to freakin' wash me clot-" He was suddenly slammed with a fist to the face! Aww... she's practically a woman after my heart, but Frey'd above that fuckin' hurt!! He thought, head recoiling with her punch to his face, before feeling her full weight coming upon him and- But this is my chance-! He looked into her eyes with a warrior's glare, as he side stepped with his naturally given speed, her weight and power sliding off his blade as she was flung forward by momentum. He tilted his wrist, raising the pommel while lowering the blade, and at an angle, struck her stomach with the pommel of his blade... perhaps a bit more harder than he wanted to. He didn't end there though, he spun himself gracefully removing the pommel from her stomach, picked up the pace and then, with a full swing of his blade, slapped the flat of the blade across her back as opposed to using the bladed end and slide the woman in half... he did not want to spill her blood, as he was opposed to killing people without a proper reason, even though he was a hired merc; even if he was paid to kill, he'd decided if the target was actually worth killing first. This meant he was not the most successful mercenary, at least for killing people. Oh, he'd gladly rough up people though, especially if they deserved it!

Slapping her back with the flat of his sword caused the woman to launch towards the column, but he reached out with his Scardian speed to grab her collar and yank her back in time so she would not smash her face into the stonework. Second time in a row, I know... but I don't want to mark up her face... He argued with himself, slightly flustered with his decision, while still holding the collar of her leather shrug, he pulled her back
swung out his leg, tripping her and made her fall onto her back!

He lowered his sword to her chest, frowning. "Yield. This isn't a proper fight. I feel like only one of us are trying to kill each other and... we really shouldn't be. You punched my face." He says, feeling one of his teeth with his tongue, chipped from her iron plated glove.

He was not staring down at a woman with a crying face, or one racked with pain, but a woman, with a big pearly grin and large, excited eyes staring up at him! She couldn't see him, he moved so quickly and attacked so swiftly, he even kept her from breaking her nose again! Blade levelled at her chest, she glanced at it, then to his face. "Yeah, so try to kill me bastard." She says with a playful tone, grabbing his blade and slammed it into the floor beside her, using it like a lever she then swung her legs out in a sweeping motion and knocked Saren off his feet! She tossed the large weapon aside, rolled ontop of him and straddled his hips again, this time purposely. Her breasts hanged over him, her hands placed at either side of his head. She was panting, smiling... and soon she was raising her fists and beginning to punch his face, again! "I'll keep *punch* -punching *punch* -your face *punch* -if that means *punch* -you'll keep fighting me *punch* -like that!" Dura cried out with glee. "That was *punch* -amazing! I never *punch* -fought a Scardian *punch* -for real! By *punch* -the Gods *punch* -that was *punch* -amazing!" She paused, to breath and shake the blood off her gloves, grabbing the man by his collar and lifted him up to her face, shaking him vigorously! "C'mon, show me more of your strength and speed, Titanborn! <3" Dura giggled, before charging up another punch and slammed him across the face again! So hard, she actually let his collar slip from her left hand, and his head and body flew back, his body hitting the floor again. She glanced down at him after that for a moment or two... unsure if she just knocked him out... "Hey... hey, c'mon, don't just give me a hit and then buzz off!" She says slapping his face aggressively now, a normal slap followed by a backhand with the plated leather glove!

Dura al-Akram Khalili wrote:

Saren Titanborn wrote:Her remark honestly made him give pause to smell his clothes. "...Last time I listen to Cesil where to freakin' wash me clot-" He was suddenly slammed with a fist to the face! Aww... she's practically a woman after my heart, but Frey'd above that fuckin' hurt!! He thought, head recoiling with her punch to his face, before feeling her full weight coming upon him and- But this is my chance-! He looked into her eyes with a warrior's glare, as he side stepped with his naturally given speed, her weight and power sliding off his blade as she was flung forward by momentum. He tilted his wrist, raising the pommel while lowering the blade, and at an angle, struck her stomach with the pommel of his blade... perhaps a bit more harder than he wanted to. He didn't end there though, he spun himself gracefully removing the pommel from her stomach, picked up the pace and then, with a full swing of his blade, slapped the flat of the blade across her back as opposed to using the bladed end and slide the woman in half... he did not want to spill her blood, as he was opposed to killing people without a proper reason, even though he was a hired merc; even if he was paid to kill, he'd decided if the target was actually worth killing first. This meant he was not the most successful mercenary, at least for killing people. Oh, he'd gladly rough up people though, especially if they deserved it!

Slapping her back with the flat of his sword caused the woman to launch towards the column, but he reached out with his Scardian speed to grab her collar and yank her back in time so she would not smash her face into the stonework. Second time in a row, I know... but I don't want to mark up her face... He argued with himself, slightly flustered with his decision, while still holding the collar of her leather shrug, he pulled her back
swung out his leg, tripping her and made her fall onto her back!

He lowered his sword to her chest, frowning. "Yield. This isn't a proper fight. I feel like only one of us are trying to kill each other and... we really shouldn't be. You punched my face." He says, feeling one of his teeth with his tongue, chipped from her iron plated glove.

He was not staring down at a woman with a crying face, or one racked with pain, but a woman, with a big pearly grin and large, excited eyes staring up at him! She couldn't see him, he moved so quickly and attacked so swiftly, he even kept her from breaking her nose again! Blade levelled at her chest, she glanced at it, then to his face. "Yeah, so try to kill me bastard." She says with a playful tone, grabbing his blade and slammed it into the floor beside her, using it like a lever she then swung her legs out in a sweeping motion and knocked Saren off his feet! She tossed the large weapon aside, rolled ontop of him and straddled his hips again, this time purposely. Her breasts hanged over him, her hands placed at either side of his head. She was panting, smiling... and soon she was raising her fists and beginning to punch his face, again! "I'll keep *punch* -punching *punch* -your face *punch* -if that means *punch* -you'll keep fighting me *punch* -like that!" Dura cried out with glee. "That was *punch* -amazing! I never *punch* -fought a Scardian *punch* -for real! By *punch* -the Gods *punch* -that was *punch* -amazing!" She paused, to breath and shake the blood off her gloves, grabbing the man by his collar and lifted him up to her face, shaking him vigorously! "C'mon, show me more of your strength and speed, Titanborn! <3" Dura giggled, before charging up another punch and slammed him across the face again! So hard, she actually let his collar slip from her left hand, and his head and body flew back, his body hitting the floor again. She glanced down at him after that for a moment or two... unsure if she just knocked him out... "Hey... hey, c'mon, don't just give me a hit and then buzz off!" She says slapping his face aggressively now, a normal slap followed by a backhand with the plated leather glove!

Crazy, she's bloody crazy! He thought as she disarmed him, and then pinned him back down. Even though she was on top of him now, beating the ever loving snot out of his face, he didn't feel like fighting, especially since it would only encourage her further! Still, she was pretty strong, and he had to respect that. If he just gave up now, he'd let his ancestors down. Bloody nose, slightly dislocated jaw, cuts from her metal bits on her gloves... he took the blows to his face like a wall, but was getting increasingly annoyed... he had to lay there and rest after that charged up blow however! I'll just lay here a moment... gather my spinning aching thoughts and.... she's slapping me.

He glanced her over as she slapped him and backhanded him to wake him up, and spoke through each slap: "Stop-ow hitting-ow my-ow FACE!!!" He roared as he catches her wrist and then with his free hand grabbed the belt around her waist! He thrusts himself to the side rolling her off his waist before stooping over her. He looked frustrated as his bruised face was level with hers, before he lifted her off the ground and over his head! He then leaned back, and then threw her forwards! He didn't know where, but he needed to get rid of her long enough to fix his face.

She was surprised by his strength to swiftly lift her off the ground in a coincidental call back to her doing the same to him. As he was about to throw Dura however, the red haired woman shot her legs out, catching Saren by his neck with her shins! "Nice, try!" She grumbled, realizing she could twist and then kill the man... but she was beginning to have some fun, and enjoyed the fight so far she wanted to extend it! She instead squeezed his neck, then twisted her body throwing Saren off his feet again and careening somewhere to her right, while she landed on her right shoulder, then chest. "Ugh," she grunted, hands pushing her 5'10 frame off the ground, stumbling back to her feet, turning to him with raised fists like a boxer.

Saren, gaging momentarily before being thrown again, stumbled against the column from before, then noticed Dura's great sword near his own. He shifted his gaze to her, the woman already on her feet, so he dove for both weapons, and then turned to her, throwing her sword back at her whilst rushing in with his own blade, letting it drag and spark against the stone floor! "Raaaaahhh!!!" He screamed, swinging out with the dull side of his blade in a flurry of swings!

Dura watched as her sword was flung back at her whilst he simultaneously charged, readying himself for a multitude of strikes no doubt. She waited for the opportune moment to strike her oncoming blade and brought up her arms and then performed a spinning back hand... if her timing was off, she'd be in a world of hurt! Thankfully she struck the flat of her blade with the back of her hand, changing the trajectory of the weapon's path and altering its rotation so that the grip was about to come flying into her face! When it did, she grabbed it then stepped into Saren's first strike, blocking his first slash with the flat of her blade, forcing his sword up, giving her an opening to strike with her blade's razor edge against his chest!

She stopped. She stopped the blade from even touching his jacket, frozen there with a realization. ...I can't kill him yet, he showed me only a taste of his power! I can't... Dura glanced up at his beaten and bruised face, grimacing. "Eh... you may wanna get your face checked out, that looks painful." She says, still holding him up. She could still cut him deep if he decided to come down with an overhead strike given she gave him such an opportunity now.

Saren was amazed by her dexterity and speed, and for not slicing him in half. He held the blade above his head, and he looked at her with a swollen eye and a half lidded one. "...Jus need water, and I'll be right as rain again..." he moaned, before blinking painfully. "Thought you were going to kill me...?" He asked, as the pair stood in a stalemate. It wasn't a mind boggling stalemate, but Saren believed they were both in the similar mindset that they were probably going to wait and react for the other's move rather than initiate an attack.