Aay'han Verda

[Dutch]

She was surprised to say the least when the dagger came spinning back at her. Fluidly Cyar dodged, and the sound of wood clacking against wood would sound as her own dagger was used to deflect it down into the sand. She turned to lunge forward with her dagger when she saw Shannon's foot dip low. "Haar'chak!" Mandalore swore as two hands moved up to help block the sand as she turned away. With an audible 'Oof!' Cyar felt the other woman tackle her, a predatory growl given as she began to lance the dagger out. It fell to one of her lower hands, just before she collided into the sand. Panting and growling, Cyar struggled and placed her dagger.

"It looks like you won this round..."

"You didn't even try..."

Mandalore panted as she placed two hands at Shannon's abdomen, half-trying to push her off. She didn't admit she really liked the feeling of Shannon's toned abs under the under-weave. Cyar peered down at Shannon's body, the glowing lines at the other woman's throat, sides and abs indicative of several killing blows. She peered up at Shannon with a glint in her eye, and tapped the dagger against her. The hand that had held it was between the Fleet Commander's legs, the glowing blade against the side of her inner thigh.

"You know which artery that is... Fleet Commander..."

Cyar'ika tried again to wriggle out from under Shannon, but it was clear the other woman wasn't letting up. Her eyes narrowed and she pushed with protest against Shannon. Still she didn't give any sign of letting up. Cyar turned her eyes back up to Shannon, with bated breath she saw how the other woman looked at her. That hunger, that desire. Cyar didn't know if she was more scared or excited by the look.

"... Let me out..."

[Apillis]

"You didn't even try..."

Shannon let out a little bit of a mischievous snicker, "Didn't I...?", it may seem that she half-assed it from one perspective, but from another certain point of view she everything up just the way she wanted it, "Perhaps it's just your skill dwarfing my own.", Shannon uttered with a playful smile as lay there on the ground with several glowing marks all over her.

"You know which artery that is... Fleet Commander..."

In truth, Shannon did not have a clue, it was not her forte--she primarily blew things up with guns or explosives--no need to learn arteries when they are blown up or set on fire, "One with blood in it?", Shannon quipped as she slyly got herself into a more comfortable position, easing her limbs to wrap up Mandalore in an intimate embrace. But it seemed Mandalore begun to notice, then again it was inevitable for obvious reasons...

"... Let me out..."

Shannon faint smile then turned into a mischievous grin, "Are you so sure I didn't try now?", Shannon snickered once more, "Tch tch tch... Mandalore, when facing an opponent you have a clear advantage over you have to factor their desperation for seeking control. They'll often feign a loss to gain a larger victory.", her hands then slid down Mandalore's back for a soothing caress, "But if you want me to let you go... well... Make me.", she then challenged.

[Dutch]

"Tch tch tch... Mandalore, when facing an opponent you have a clear advantage over you have to factor their desperation for seeking control. They'll often feign a loss to gain a larger victory."

"Clever girl... But-"

"But if you want me to let you go... well... Make me."

Mandalore's voice caught in her throat. The combo of Shannon's hands and her words made the woman arch her back to press more against the other. She realized that once again her breath was being held, and Cyar let it out in a slow sigh. Hoping it would help cool her mind and body down, she took another. And another. They didn't help. The coolness of the sand under her contrasted with the heat of Shannon's body, making her shudder slightly before looking away. Part of her didn't want to. Part of her wanted to give in, to lay there and let Bralor do what she pleased. More of her desired not to lose to the other woman though. She would have to approach this situation like any other...

"I don't know if I want to..."

Her voice barely a whisper as she glanced back up at the other woman. One of Cyar's pronounced canines bit at her lower lip as a coy grin touched her lips. She let her upper set of arms moved upwards, one hand sliding over the back of Shannon's hair. It slid between her fingers as she played with it, the other hand sliding over the other woman's shoulder. Cyar'ika's eyes never left Shannon's as she drew her into a timid, but curious kiss. Using the distraction her lower arms slid into place, the free one grabbing the other dagger that had been dropped.

She would move quickly, a hungry bite to Shannon's bottom lip. The hands that had held the other Mandalorian before now dropped, all four limbs now being used to propel the pair to the side. They rolled down the beach more, the cold splash of water against Cyar's right side ignored. Now perched on top of Shannon, her upper set of arms pumped into the air as her lower held both mock-daggers crossed over Bralor's neck. Mandalore snarled a sneer and raised both eyebrows at the Fleet Commander.

"Made you."