Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

Kordavo didnt flinch when the girl openly declared herself as the sole pilot. He controlled his expression as best he could as furious shame swelled up within him. Shot down by a woman. It was lucky he had his helmet on or else she might see she scored a point on him, by the slight narrowing of his emerald green eyes, the tightening of his jaw with its rough stubble, the hard gulp in his strong neck. What she might see is the tightening of his hands around the butt of his sidearm, pointed towards the center of her mass, her chest. It wasnt much to begin with, the girl having much more size to her further down. And why exactly is that detail so important? He asked himself. She denied others were about. He didnt believe her. Dozens of craft had been shot down. Most exploded due to some systems failure or the pilot ejected into the cold vacuum of space, where they could be rescued, or captured. A flew might have streaked down to the surface of the planet, though he did not see any other crash sites when he landed. She was bluffing him, trying to get inside his head. She winked and grinned, mocking him. She was trying to provoke him, he could see that much. Kordavo deemed himself better than to fall for such feminine wiles. A real man fought outright or keeled over, knowing they were beaten. Perhaps this girl needed an acute lesson in that regard. She tried to warn him of other dangers. He snorted, barely audible behind his helmet. Like he would fall for that one. Use his hands? As if he would give up his advantage, to throw his entire fate to chance. Not that he wasnt capable with just his hands, having learned wrestling and martial arts throughout his extensive education. Being highborn had that privilege, both a gift and a curse. Though, the thought did cross his mind. Quite vividly as well. What would it be like to wrestle with such a small, soft, mushy girl? It might be quite fun. No, that was foolish. This wasnt a game. This was war. She was an enemy combatant. He ought to just gun her down, right here and now. He raised the weapon slightly higher, as if prepared to shoot her and just end her annoying ranting. Yet at the same heartbeat, something sounded off behind him. Perhaps it was the wind rustling the trees, an unfamiliar sound to Kordavo, having grown up in a concrete jungle where any green or vegetation was entirely artificial. Perhaps there was something approaching behind him. In either case, his head darted to the side and his eyes scanned the bush about him intently. Perhaps she wasnt alone after all. All the more reason to shoot His distraction proved his downfall. By the time he glanced back, she was already on the move. Bitch. He simply swore and aimed his gun to fireand missed. Right over her shoulder, puncturing a tree and blasting out bits of bark and leafy powder into the air. She was upon him and despite her small size, she was still a significant cannon ball when she tackled into him. He was several inches taller however and nearly double her weight in muscle and mass, yet he staggered back regardless, his foot catching on something further to break his balance. He fell back, like an austere and tall tree tipping over to collapse after many hews of the axe. He hit the ground with a crash, his wrist striking hard and causing the sidearm to fly from his grasp. It all happened so fast, like the mere seconds in which a bolt of lightning might be visible. She was on him, her petite form pinning him down. His helmet went flying, revealing rugged features. Green eyes glared back at her. Brown cropped hair gleamed with pinpricks of sweat. His jaw, strong and hard, outlined with a faint stubble of beard. Something hard struck his jaw and his head jerked back. Another struck his collarbone, pain reverberating through his bones. He shut his eyes, bringing his hands up to grab her sides, struck many times as he did. His head shook and his vision spun. Who knew such a little thing could pack such a punch! Something hard and cold pressed to his neck. She demanded answers. Kordavo didnt answer. He used the reprieve to compose himself, breathing hard, blood and spittle leaking from his mouth. He licked it up, opening his eyes and peering at her. Her knife pinched his throat. Think, fool. Shes small. Shes quick. She has a knife. But shes stupid. My hands are free. My legs are free. Is this how she thinks interrogation works? His hands were still by her sides, not grabbing her. Instead, began to smirk, showing bloody teeth and sheer malice in his eyes. This girl has guts. Not soft or mushy, but still small. Fiery. So unlike the women he knew at home. It provoked something in him. I came for the one man show. You ready to see it? Kordavo taunted her. His own hands moved, one grabbing her wrist that had the blade, clamping around it like iron cuffs and dragging it away. The other slammed right into her face, fingers prodding both her eyes but not terribly so. He shifted his entire weight to the right, gritting his teeth and growling as he exerted himself. He managed to roll her, using her face and arm as leverage, until he practically threw her off. He was still gripping her wrist though and he rose up onto one knee. He raised it up and slammed it hard into her gut as he came atop of her now, his hand that was on her face now grabbing her other arm and slamming it down into the grass beside her, like he did with her knife hand. Youre right. Youre all untrained and too stupid for war. This is why the Dominion takes your land. Because we can . He snarled down at her with a grin. He then released her hand that held no knife, grabbed her by her hair, and promptly headbutted her to further disorientate her. Pain rushed through his own skull but not as badly as she might endure. He thought her finished after that. He clearly didnt think highly of her skills. Mistake. One might think he would learn after she managed to get the drop on him but Kordavo was disdainful of it. He rose up, releasing her and standing onto his feet. He strode to grab his sidearm, glancing back to keep his eye on her. He didnt think her a threat. He spat some blood onto the grass and wiped his lips with the back of his arm. Its good you can put up a fight though. Weve been unbloodied for far too long. He remarked tauntingly, putting distance between himself and her again. He touched his neck and brought his hand back, his smile vanishing as he saw blood. She was the first woman who made him bleed. The bitch ought to suffer for that. How, though? Kordavo walked over to her ship, holstering his sidearm. I need a silicon power supply, two power couplers, and a replacement connecter. I hope your machinery is up to par. He simply said, running his hand along the fuselage of the ship, until he found a circuit lid and peeled it open. He immediately tore some of the cables out. They would be useful, sparks flying about. He managed to find one power coupler and tore it right out, examining it and turning back to her. You still have more fight in you? Come on, then. He taunted her, tossing the coupler up and down in his palm. A woman like you, they throw into the fighting pits. You dont want to learn your place, at least youll be good for entertainment. Why didn't he just shoot her already? Quit playing games! Looking at her, he felt a shudder run down his spine for some odd reason. Was that...excitement? Or nervousness? Perhaps both. She was quite attractive in a striking sort of way. Certainly a face he would not forget for some time. The shudder went down his spine and coalesced into his core. Or did it go lower? Drop the knife girl before you hit yourself. He commanded her. Perhaps he could use the torn cables to truss her up. Great idea . Dropping the power coupler, he picked up one particularly long reach of cable and began to approach her, ready to bout with her once more.