Sera was just glad that Strong hadn’t landed on top of her. If he had, that would have been the end of it.
The fall was bad enough. She separated from the Chiss on the way down, landing with a harsh smack against the cold stone floor of the entryway. Her muscles froze, tightening as the wind was violently crushed from her lungs. Climbing to her knees, the Zabrak inhaled the Force, relaxing the musculature of her diaphragm so that she could breath, shakily, once more.
Boots clicked behind her, a deep, just slightly ragged chuckle booming in the air. She turned to see Strong standing. A trickle of crimson blood ran down his face from a tiny split in his bald temple, and the Chiss’ left arm was held stiffly at his side, shoulder looking slightly skewed. As she watched, he seized the left wrist in one massive mitt and yanked it forward, an audible pop sounding off as he wrenched the joint back into place.
Strong stopped, crimson eyes settling on her. And yet, he was still laughing.
“Well done, Miss Kaern,” he started, wiping blood away with the back of his hand. The cut, strangely, already seemed to have stopped bleeding. “That was...quite an engagement. I must admit, I wasn’t expecting to find your hand down my trousers, but you pulled the ploy off admirably.”
The Zabrak blinked, watching him warily. He’d lost his chain sword, which was now curled around the balcony above them, but the Chiss was still armed to the teeth. The vibroknucklers on his fists hummed gently, one stained dark with her blood.Those silver vambraces, she knew, had many toys..
Yet, instead of attacking, he waved one hand upward, brow furrowed, ruby-like eyes glimmering.
“On your feet, Miss Kaern. I would not finish this with you on your knees.”
Sera grinned at that. She glanced quickly over her shoulder. They had landed in some kind of foyer, the grand entry hall directly through the archway to their left. Beyond it, the palace’s doors were open wide.
She glanced back to Strong, climbing to her feet. Bright blue eyes locked with his, and the Zabrak bowed.
“Honor bind you, Strong.”
“And you, Miss Kaern.”
She then turned tail and took off through the archway. This time, she knew there was no way that she would beat her adversary in a foot race. Blood ran freely from her wounded calf, and even as she fought to ignore the pain, she was running with a half-limp. She needed to buy time, as much space as possible before he caught up to her again. Snarling, Sera thrust one vambrace behind her, pointed at the ground, and unleashed a roiling gout of flame. Oily fire pooled over the entryway’s intricately carved floor, just ahead of Strong.
She wasn’t aiming to cook him. Just to slow him down. It barely even worked for that. Grunting, the Chiss whipped his beautifully woven cape out before him, using it as a screen between him and the worst of the flame. The thick fabric lit almost immediately, but the impromptu shield served its purpose well. Strong’s mustache was only lightly singed when he finally caught up with his prey, about halfway across the palace’s grand hall.
Sera turned just as he reached her, pulling herthe bone-hilted dagger from its sheath to ward him off. It didn’t get far. Growling, Strong ripped the burning cloak fully from his shoulders with his right hand, swinging it in a tight, smoking arc. The fabric caught on the dagger like a gladiator’s net, ripping it from the Zabrak’s grip as Strong yanked and threw it away. His other hand launched forward like a viper, snapping shut around Sera’s wrist.
Sera twisted against the implacable grip, but his fingers were like a steel trap, crushingly tight around her wrist. She felt something in the joint pop.
Definitely not going to work.
Growling ferally, she stopped pulling against him and instead struck with her left hand, activating her vambrace’s repulsor as she punched towards his thick wrist. It gave the punch enough added oomph to break the Chiss’ grip, though only barely with enough time for her to duck under his next attempted grab, sliding to her knees.
This time, she was fairly certain that he wouldn’t mind beating the sand from her horned skull.
Thankfully, K’thri gave her a few options on the ground. The Zabrak pivoted on her knees before he took her by the throat, sliding through his legs to get around him. Thrusting her wounded wrist forward, she shot a glowing chord from the vambrace and looped it around his right leg, then the left as he turned around. It was a classic maneuver, like wrangling banthas for the tribe back home. Back on her feet, Sera pulled on the chord, fully expecting to yank his legs out from under him as he’d done to her earlier.
Unfortunately, she vastly underestimated the vast amount of strength centered within Strong’s thighs. She might as well have been trying to uproot a tree. The Chiss met her gaze, his brow quirking upward as a smirk crossed his face. Then, he took hold of the grappling line with both hands and gave it a pull of his own, his tight uniform straining to contain the swell of his musculature as he strained with all his might.
Sera was pulled fully off of her feet, swung like a flail at the end of the line. She had a feeling that he intended to bring her right back to him, or to swing her into one of the granite columns that lined the room. Instead, the Zabrak gave a panicked yelp, whipped her beloved Zabraki dagger from her belt, and cut the line.
She flew like a shot put and landed like one too. Clattering once again against the hard palace floor, Sera rolled clear through the enormous double-doors, coming to rest at the rise of the sweeping staircase beyond. A vast crowd had gathered outside the palace, at the foot of the majestic set of marble stairs that led up to the palace entrance. Humans, Gungans, and a vast array of other species, all come to witness the grand spectacle, roared as she bowled into their view. Sera noted huge vidscreens, probably routed to the droids that had been following them around.
Glory and honor awaited her. Victory, so very close, but in her current, bruised and battered state, it might as well gave been a marathon. Teeth gritting, Sera reached to the Force, suppressed her pain, and haltingly heaved herself to her feet.
She sensed Strong coming before she heard the click of his heels behind her. Exultation, pride in the joy of the crowd, in the audience. She didn’t even need to see the grin forming on his face. She felt it...and responded with one of her own, turning to the Chiss.
“Well, Blue? Looks like...looks like our audience...enjoyed the show,” she panted, eyes focusing on his hands.
“Just as much as her Royal Majesty did, I am sure,” he responded. One hand flexed, and Strong’s jaw tightened, his grin fading. “Shall we finish this challenge?”
“...Let’s...uh…shall.”
Sera and Strong exploded forward simultaneously, driving towards each other as the audience whooped with joy. This time, Sera made no attempt to avoid the Chiss’s grip. No kicks, no twirling dance, no fancy tricks. She was too tired, and they just wouldn’t serve her. No, this time, she pushed directly into him, locking her arms around Strong’s torso. He grunted in a slight moment of surprise at the movement as she played directly into his game.
Then, he slapped her arms down, locked one arm around her shoulder, and slammed Sera’s back against the stone, moving into a deadlock pin. She strained with all her might, every muscle in her back and abdomen hardening, tightening as she twisted against his grip, but he pushed on methodically. There was no room for K’thri here. This was Strong’s element. She couldn’t beat him. If she was being honest with herself, beating him in a straight up fight had been impossible from the start.
But, she didn’t need to beat him. She just needed to beat the challenge.
Sera caught Strong’s eye as he pushed her further into the lock. Looking up at him, the Zabrak grinned, a toothy smile splitting her blood-streaked face. She brought both of her legs up, and locked them around his hips, thighs and calves tightening. Then, she pulled together all of the will that she had left, channeling it into her core and her right arm.
And she pushed.
Not at Strong, but at the floor, twisting her core muscles simultaneously. It was enough to flip them just right, teetering them both over...towards the grand, marble staircase below. The Chiss realized what was happening a moment before they lost their balance on the top step’s edge and slipped.
Locked together, they tumbled down the hard, hand-carved steps. Dozens of them. It took the pair the better part of a minute to land at the foot of the stairs, bloody, bruised, gasping. The crowd had gone silent at the display, watching without a word.
Sera’s eyes flitted open and she gave a light groan. The Chiss underneath her responded with one of his own, like an avalanche rolling down a hillside. A rather apt description, considering the circumstances. Both of their eyes met once again. Then, in unison, they trailed to the now bloodied stairs. They had tumbled past the foot, where the palace’s marble met the red brick of the street.
Somehow, as she clambered to her feet, Sera managed a grin. She offered a hand to Strong, but he pulled himself solidly back to his feet. All things considered, he’d gotten the better end of that fall.
Still…
“It looks like…I’m the one wearing the royal underpants in this city,” she managed after a moment, stating it as brightly as she could as the crowd began to cheer once more. They walked on through the roaring crowd for a moment, before his crimson eyes suddenly narrowed in realization.
“...you don’t mean…” Strong murmured, his brow rising sharply. “Miss Kaern...surely…”
Sera just gave him a grin, and continued her triumphant limp onward.
What Went Well
As seems to be the norm for you, your opening plot point was both unusual enough (by ACC standards) to be refreshing and a solid foundation for the rest of the battle’s story. The conversation between Strong and Sera at the beginning went a long way toward setting up the stakes of the battle and giving the reader a reason to be engaged. When the combat kicked off, it was both vivid and fast-paced, and you did a great job of contrasting Sera and Strong’s styles. I particularly liked your description of Precognition as being an itch at the base of Sera’s skull, compared to many members (myself included) just talking about vague “sensing”.
Room for Growth
You had a few Syntax issues in this post. One was using “spoke” in place of “said”. “Spoke” describes the action of speaking, while “said” refers to the content of the speech, so “spoke” doesn’t really work in a dialogue tag. The second came from, “She winced, that had been important to her…” That probably should’ve been inside dashes instead of commas, since it isn’t really related to the rest of the sentence. The last issue was in, “Maybe someday she could actually appreciate the view, throwing a glance upward as the droids continued tracking her.” The phrasing there came off as awkward, and felt like it should’ve included a reference to Sera thinking before switching to her upward glance.
One comment on the Realism side of your post: the description of Force Cloak says that it applies to technological sensors, so it’s not clear that Strong’s droid would actually be able to see Sera. Given that there was some ambiguity due to the droid’s “enhanced sensors” Aspect and it made no difference to the story, I didn’t ding you points for it, but it’s something to keep in mind for the future.
Suggestions
Use “said” instead of “spoke” in dialogue tags, tweak the structure of your sentences to make them clearer to the reader, and don’t forget to delete the OOC headings in your posts.