Adaahna Vanil & Mor'gann Arnhar
Location: Mandalore, Keldabe city, Cantina
Hitting her seat harder than she would have liked, Mor’gan watched as her newfound companion slugged the smuggler. Hearing an offended shout as the man fell back into another table, the Dxun native pinched the bridge of her nose. So they would go from a discussion to a fight? It seemed that despite the difference in so many things, some stayed the same. Kicking back slightly, Mor’gann wondered how she had managed to find the bloodthirsty woman that seemed intent on fighting the smuggler who had shoved himself away from the table he had sprawled against. ”Fuck’n trendril’d bitch.” Snarled the trader as his hand snagged a mug, much to the displeasure of one of the men at the table (Or whatever they were, Mor’gann was beginning to think assuming sentient and male was the generality on the planet), and swing it ideally to clock the Togruta upside the head. Wondering if she should get involved or not, Mor’gann gave a snarl of annoyance. If this was Dxun, she would have dived into the fight alongside the Togruta. But perhaps slipping out would be the best thing to do? ”How in the name of my ancestors do I get involved in these messes?” Perhaps she was cursed from her constant chants in the temple. It would not surprise her for the spirit that dwelt there had designed for her to meet a messy end. At least this would be a fun end at least, Mor’gann considered, even if it was a foolish one.
Her attention split, Adaahna had noticed a little too late when a mug hit her over the head. Vision blurry for a moment she gripped the table to steady herself, grumbling in her native tongue about the bruise she was sure to receive. Her free hand moving to her head to check for a cut found what she had expected, a small wet patch. “Tendril?.. They’re my best feature you fluffy headed freak!.” She spat back at the Smuggler suddenly feeling very sober as she hissed to bare her fangs like a jungle cat as she pounced, aiming to land atop the man with a fist back and primed to swing before she was even jumping.
Watching Adaahna apparently swear in her own tongue, Mor’gann smirked slightly as the fight raged on. It seemed her help would not be necessary. Not yet at least. It was just as well. ”Fight well, Adaahna O’Shilis. Your ancestors will smile on you.” She commented as she leaned on the table, watching as the woman launched onto the man’s back and began to swing at him. Much to the amusement of some and horror of others. Mor’gann was unsure which category to be in. ”Ai, what brutes.” With her smaller frame and lean nature, Mor’gann tended to avoid fights in a group. Finding them often the bane of her childhood and apprentice days. Fights like these in mead halls sooner or later would devolve into a frenzy of a battle.
After enjoying the pleasant sensation of her fist connecting with the humans head a few times, she swiftly stepped herself down from the mans back, bringing him down to a knee by using the back of it as a stepping stone and pressing her weight into it. Nails dragging across the mans face to leave a rather unpleasant scratch as her other arm waved to her… ‘adoring’ spectators. ”Good friends, what a journey! What a lov-” And that was about as far as her attempted speech would get before enjoying the displeasure of an elbow to the stomach,forcing her most recent meal and drink out of her mouth and onto the floor as the man took advantage to turn on her, sent into a fit of what between blows Adaahna assumed must have been a mixture of anger and displeasure at his new look courtesy of her. A mug striking her face as a makeshift hammer a few times before she managed to scramble back, leaving her face rather bloody. The smuggler looking more than a little pleased with his own handiwork.
Opening his mouth to shoot a barbed comment no doubt, he didn’t get a chance as the dark form of Mor’gann intervened. She had little motive to get involved, but seeing Adaahna brought down low with an elbow to her stomach Mor’gann found herself unable to remain sitting. Bringing her hand to grip the man’s shoulder, Mor’gann gripped the man’s shoulder as her knee slammed between his legs. Sending the man to the ground with a whimper of pain. Uncaring of the crowd, the barbaric woman stared at the smuggler with cold yellow eyes. ”Up go, Adaahna O’Shilis.” Urged the young woman as she drew back the drexli leather cloak and tossed it to the Togruta, revealing the thick knives at her waist along with several pouches and a worn and ancient-looking metal cylinder. ”I would have rathered stayed out of this…” She cursed softly. However, how could she sit aside when Adaahna had been so quick to her own defense? It was repayment and nothing more. Gripping the woman’s arm, she pushed her away from the smuggler who was nursing his balls. ”Go. Smuggler. Fight she ‘n’ I no more...” The voice was pointed and cold at the smuggler. Refusing to turn her back on the fallen man. That had been a lesson she had learned years ago and bore the scar it had been bought with.
Adaahna took a moment to rest her eyes in the dark of the cloak for a moment, just enough to make things stop spinning before remembering her bleeding, and shaking it off. Unable to stop a small grin from showing through with a wince at seeing the knives the younger woman was carrying. “I think i could take him, if he’d stop cheating and using things.. So uncivilised.” Half a joke, and half nursing her own pride, the Togruta took notice of the odd cylinder at Mors’ hip a half moment after speaking, giving an odd frown before turning her attention back to the man. ” ‘Done here, yes?. Both got a few good strikes .. Perhaps it’s best to leave before peacekeepers decide things are too loud.“ Her interest very clearly shifted now from the fight to trying to figure out where she’d seen something like Mors’ item before. The woman cautiously moving for her belongings, gathering them quickly and fastening to her spear while Mor’ stared the man down. ”Mor’gann?” She spoke as she shifted her head in the direction of the exit. A few trails of orange marking her purple features.
Mor’gann sighed and inclined her head. Apparently her new friend was quite the talker. More than Mor’gann cared to talk herself which worked well enough. Inclining her head to the Togruta, she turned enough to head to the exit while keeping the cursing smuggler insight. It would be best to get away from this place before the man thought he could repair his reputation. ”Yes.”