#fighting dirty

Awww 🥰 Thank you so much! 😊 but seriously are you psychic?!??? Cause I started working on Fighting Dirty literally today!

That one is supposed to be pretty quick and this week my schedule is kind of weird. I’ve got an hour each day where I don’t have much else I can do and very little distractions.

The goal is to complete Fighting Dirty by Friday. (I also have the goal of finishing He Doesn’t before Ballad comes out, but haven’t actually taken any steps on that one yet)

(Sha Hualing also wanted to use her own Ultimate Attack (TM) but was too slow)

Heilda!!! She's sx pretty and smells sx gxxd but she dxesn't seem to like it when I tell her that part because then I tell her abxut hxw much I want to eat her but in a hate lxve way... xr maybe she likes it? I dxnt know, she's very hard to understand sxmetimes but she slaps me sxxxx i think thats a gxxd thing in xur case!

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Hunt Log: Side Notes and Journals Sighting: Port Nowhere

I’ve never been the damsel in distress type. If I get myself into trouble, then I damn well will get myself out. Rogun’s goons had us pretty well pinned down, and I’ll be the first to admit that it didn’t look good. Tables were strewn everywhere, people clearing out as fast as their hyperdrives would let them. Then, the doors blew open and I saw the most beautiful man alive rush in behind a cloud of flash grenades. 

Torian wielded his electrostaff with a skill unlike any I had ever seen. It took me a few minutes to remember where my trigger finger was. At least, until that bastard tried to knife Torian in the back. I took him out, then broke cover to help. The relief in Torian’s eyes when I put my back to his made me feel…I can’t even write it. It’s still too soon for such talk.

Anyway, when Torian followed me back to the ship, I thought we were in for some celebratory shenanigans. But no, he wanted to teach me how to fight properly, as if I couldn’t handle myself. Damn boy wouldn’t take no for an answer. Couldn’t even be bribed…

“Come on, Blondie,” Sadio crooned. “I could think up a lot more ways to pass the time than sparring.” Her smile weakened Torian’s resolve until her bangs shifted to show him the black eye she’d sport in the morning. A black eye she might have avoided had that sucker punch not gotten past her guard. Not even her advances would make him second guess this choice. Torian wouldn’t sleep until he knew that his woman could defend herself against everything. 

“This is important.” Sure, they could be wrapped in Sadio’s sheets, enjoying the seven-hour flight to meet up with Wanda, but Torian couldn’t shake his dread. The image of what might have been if he hadn’t chosen that particular time to visit had branded itself in his mind. Torian would never be able to live with himself if something happened to Sadio, and proper training could have prevented it.

An unfamiliar pair of boots caught Torian’s attention. Glancing over, Torian caught sight of Corse and Bowdaar chatting with a female Zabrak. He’d met Akaavi in passing, but the woman made it known that she had no interest in Torian or the fact that they were both Mandalorian. Not that he blamed her. Clan Spar had been betrayed, slaughtered. Still, it angered him that the woman didn’t see the need in ensuring her captain could adequately protect herself. 

Turning back to Sadio, Torian hooked his thumb at the trio. “I’m surprised none of them have taught you.”

“The cranky Zabrak?” Sadio puffed a laugh. “For the time being, we leave her alone. Well, Risha and I do. Bowdaar’s in love, maybe Corso too.” 

Torian glanced at Sadio’s feet. “She where you got the cetare?” He smirked when Sadio leaned forward to see her boots. While they hadn’t seen one another for three weeks, Torian made sure to contact Sadio whenever the chance arose. He’d never had someone to call before; not even Corridan was interested in a simple chat. The young Ordo never slowed down, ready to pursue the next big hunt. It was different with Sadio. Sometimes they didn’t even talk, simply soaked in each other’s presence from parsecs away. As such, Torian memorized everything about her. The beskar boots were definitely new.

Sadio grinned, golden eyes shining through black makeup. “Nah, I played Sabacc with some Mandos after they’d had too much tiharr.” Torian frowned, and Sadio held up a finger. “Now, hold on. I gave back the rest of their clothes, but these fit too perfect to give up.”

“Worried people are going to shoot your toes off?” What good would the boots do Sadio if she insisted on wearing that thinly lined vest as her only protection? When Torian assured her that they could make her armor with more pockets than she could find things to stuff in them, the woman refused to be moved. It made his gut draw tight when he considered the ambush they narrowly escaped on Port Nowhere.

Sadio’s light chuckle softened Torian’s mood. “With the group I run with, you never know.” She lifted a boot and pointed inside. “This thing has two holsters. Two! And the heavy toes will aid me in haggling.”

Torian raised both hands. “Fine. I concede.” He started towards the cargo hold and waved for Sadio to follow. “Take those off before we start.”

Sadio huffed as she clomped behind Torian. “Why do we have to do this again?”

“Because you need to know how to fight.” Before Sadio could argue, he turned to pin her against the wall. “You’re a hell of a scrapper, but can you fight?”

Sadio tried to shove Torian away, but he set his stance. “My boots would come in handy here,” she groused while Torian shook his head. 

“You need to know how to win against a larger opponent even if you’re naked,” Torian answered, keeping his tone calm. He bent his knees to look Sadio in the eyes. “Do this for me.”

Letting out a sigh, Sadio nodded. “Fine.” Her expression turned playful as she walked two fingers up Torian’s forearm. “We doing this naked then?”

Torian matched her smile. “Maybe later. For now, removing any armor should be enough.”