Though he was shorter and skinnier than De'aro, he did not look like a young teenager to her. His stomach was a wall of muscle, and hitting that would only wear her out. His forehead looked tough as a brick, so a headbutt would not be affective. He didn't have a nose, or else she would slam her fist into it. At least he had taken off the wrist gauntlets, as they would only protect his arms and he could even hit her with them.

His hair was the real weak spot, but she figured that he would not be letting her near them again. He was male, so obviously his groin would be a weak spot, but it was no doubt an area that he would be used to protecting. The young yautjas mandibles looked like a weak spot, but if she hit them wrong she guessed that all she would get is bloody knuckles from those tusks or the sharp teeth behind them. She couldn't come up with a definite tactic.

Liana was smaller, but doubted she was faster. She was weaker as well. She was unarmed. Her nails and teeth were blunt compared to his. She had no prior training. Her body tensed, hands going to fists, but was regretting not trying to negotiate better terms. She should have asked for a weapon, or even just skipping the fighting and offered the guy a kiss for ripping out his hair.

De'aro spoke, breaking her concentration, but she knew she was going to need the help, "Do as I say, as soon as I say it. No hesitation."

"Ok." She didn't want to sound pathetic, but asked, "What do I do first?"

"Wider stance. Don't lose balance. Don't go to the floor."

That was going to be easier said than done, but she shifted her feet, then asked, "Now what?"

The young yautja had begun to circle her some, and she kept eye contact with him as De'aro said, "He has height advantage. Easy to hit face. Raise your arms, block your head."

She did as he said, raising her arms like she'd seen boxers do. However, the young yautja seemed to be waiting for her to make the first move. She figured he was waiting for her to do something predictable and easy to block. Thinking to catch him off guard then, she slipped off her sandal and threw it at his head. It hit him too, right between the eyes, and he cocked his head at her. She held back an ornery smile and slipped off the other sandal as well.

He would not stand to be pelted with her shoes though, and decided to attack. He didn't go for her head or face, but instead landed a quick blow to her stomach before she could block him. Liana bent over at her stomach with a moan, her guts feeling bruised, and she tried not to puke. The sandal fell from her hand. She saw movement and thought he would hit her again while she was stunned, but he seemed to be backing away. She lifted her eyes to his, his stance and features looking smug.

"Don't stand one place, thinking to dodge. Always be ready to move." De'aro said.

Liana regained her composure, lifting up her arms again to guard her head. The young yautja had began to circle her again, making her feel like prey, and she hated it. Liana quickly stepped close and threw her fist into his solar plexus. It was the area between the chest and abs, supposed to be a more sensitive area. The young yautja didn't budge, acting as if he didn't feel a thing. As he stared down at her, her chest began draw in quicker breaths, realizing this was going to be impossible.

She had left her head unprotected, and his fist connected with her cheek, sharply forcing her face to the side. She stumbled back, temporarily seeing stars. Liana glared up at him then, and rolled her shoulders trying to shake off the pain.

"Use heel, step on toes. Same time, hit jaw."

Liana listened immediately, closing the gap between them and turning sideways as to give him less to hit at. She jammed her heel down onto his toes, not his foot, intending to break them if she was capable of it. As she did that, she threw her arm straight up into the air as hard as she could, her fist connecting with the bottom of his jaw. His teeth harshly clicked together, and she bounced away before the young yautja could retaliate.

He was quick, following her as she backed away, throwing punches left and right. Though she blocked her head, his punches hurt her arms and she was growing tired of holding them up. All she could do was block, he didn't leave any time in between throws to allow her to try and fight back. She listened when De'aro told her not to hold her breath but to breathe deep while she was on the defense. At every blow though, all she wanted to do was hold her breath and jerk her head away, but she resisted that instinct.

As she seemed able to hold her own, the yautja began to throw more of a variety at her. He was fast. She struggled to block her stomach, dodge his blows, and protect her head. Her breaths quickly became labored and shallow. All she could do was to keep backing away from him so the hits did not have as much impact, and she still hadn't been able to throw anything back at him.

"He stronger, do not block his blows directly, but redirect them."

When the young yautja went for her stomach again, she thrust her arm down onto his, forcing his swing lower and effectively preventing him from hitting her. As he through his fist towards her face, her arm collided with his to throw his aim to the side. Redirecting his blows was easier than blocking them, and she tried to hit that solar plexus again. But this time, she jabbed her elbow into him instead of her fist and that seemed to have a bit more of an impact.

Liana had been focusing on his arms, but this time his leg shot out and kicked her right in the stomach, quickly sending her backwards and to the ground. De'aro barked his orders at her now, telling her to stand up. She wobbled to her feet but the yautja headbutted her, sending her straight back to the ground. She felt blood draw a line down her forehead. and the pain made her dizzy.

"Get up! Don't let him get over you!" De'aro warned her urgently.

She kept blinking, trying to get rid of the stars in her vision, and tried to scramble to her feet. A strong hand wrapped around her throat though, and shoved her down, the back of her head hitting the hard floor. His fingers tightened, taking away all her air. She kicked her legs uselessly, beginning to feel helpless.

"Eyes and throat." De'aro growled.

She was glad that the younger yautja did not speak english, and her hands shot up at him. However, probably fearing for his hair, his body straitened, bringing his head up and out of her reach. She was feeling lightheaded and weak, and her legs went still. She begged for De'aro's advice.

"Break fingers."

Her hands went to her throat, her fingers trying to pry his away. His strength was incredible, and she wasn't about to be able to lift his thumb off the front of her throat. However, his pinky finger she got a hold of and bent it backwards. She heard the crack, and then he roared in pain, his hand flying off her neck. She sucked in desperate breaths, her ears ringing from his roar, and took the opportunity to jump up to her feet.

As the young yautja stood, De'aro said, "Kick his knees, bring him down."

Liana caught him off guard, kicking at the side of his knee, sending him jerking to the side as he fell. She landed a chop to his throat, and forced him from his knees to his back. She dropped down on top of him, finally in the position of power, and she slammed her fist into his face as he growled. Her weight was nothing to him though, and his claws dug into her side, leaving deep gouges, and he tossed her off of him. He rolled over and tried to pin her down, but she jabbed her fingers into his eyes just before he lifted his head away.

The young yautja growled, and then said something. De'aro had to translate, "He said, this female fights dirty."

She tried to stand, but he dragged her back to the floor with him. She punched and kicked and flailed, but he got on top of her. Her heart was racing wildly, and he taunted her. He pinned her wrists above her head and lowered himself on top of her, leaving her crushed under his weight. His face lowered to hers, his tongue slipping out to lick at the pulse on her neck. She feared he thought he had won and would force a kiss on her now.

"Bite him." De'aro prompted.

Liana lifted her head up and bit him where she could, her teeth landing on the bottom of one of his mandibles. He jerked away quickly, releasing her hands with a howl of pain even though she hadn't even caused him to bleed. She quickly sat up on her hands and began to slip out from under him when she saw the fist headed straight for her face. She didn't have time to move, and he hit her so hard her head was thrown back and collided with the floor. She didn't feel the pain of it, as everything went black.

She woke up in the medical room, on a metal pedestal table that made her feel so small, as it was made for adult yautjas who were far bigger than she was. She knew immediately that De'aro had been right. She knew that she had lost. Reluctantly, she shifted her eyes towards the center of the room where De'aro and the young yautja were standing. She sat up cautiously, waiting for a headache or pain after everything that had happened, but her body felt fine.

Her eyes just barely began to glisten over as she looked to De'aro, taking off the necklace. She let the waxy dread lie on the table as she hopped down and made her way to the young yautja. She stopped in front of him, not meeting his eyes. She knew what came next, and he was happy to give it to her, his chest uttering a soft pur. He still did not trust her though, and his hands held her arms securely at her sides, restraining her. As he seemed to hesitate though, she lifted her eyes up to him.

He said something. She was surprised as De'aro translated, "He says, my name is Ka-dro-ka."

"I'm Liana." She said suspiciously, surprised at his sudden politeness.

He looked her over, but still seemed somewhat hesitant. His mandibles twitched some as he stared at her mouth and she had to wonder if he'd just realized that their anatomy didn't match. Her idea and his idea of a kiss were probably very different. As clumsy as he'd seemed before, he leaned in closer and then pulled back. She just wanted him to get out over with. She nervously licked her lips and waited.

He clicked something and De'aro had to translate, "He says not to bite him."

Liana huffed and said, "I promise not to hurt him."

As her words were translated, Ka-dro-ka seemed relieved and tipped his head down to touch his mouth to hers. He didn't move his mandibles out of the way as De'aro did, but instead kept them in front of his teeth. She puckered her lips, feeling awkward knowing that De'aro was watching them. She closed her eyes, thinking maybe that would make it less weird. Ka-dro-ka let out a soft trilling noise as all four mandibles rubbed back and forth across her lips.

Still keeping her arms locked at her sides, his arms slipped around her back to close the gap between them. She was firmly pressed up against his muscular body and he let out a satisfactory rumble. As his tongue reached out to her though his rumble turned into a threatening growl when she tried to turn her face away. She gave in quickly, and dropped her jaw enough to give him entrance.

He purred like a happy house cat, not quite possessing the deep vibrating purr that De'aro had. His hot tongue swirled around and probed her mouth, and he bumped his hips into her. His arms around her tightened. He licked at her as though she was edible. The roof of her mouth, her gums, and even her lips got a thorough licking, leaving his saliva all over her. Her hands tensed at her sides already wanting to wipe her face. What was with teenagers and using way too much tongue?

She suffered through it, even though really it wasn't that horrible. He quickly became ornery again though, grinding his hips up against her, effectively dry dumping her as he kissed her. His skin began to heat and she could feel his racing heart through his chest. He was trilling, rumbling, purring and thoroughly enjoying himself. However, De'aro finally felt the need to step in and save her. His big hand pressed onto Ka-dro-ka's forehead and pried his face away her her.

He started to growl, but De'aro's chest boomed with a deeper and more threatening growl that cut the young yautja short. His arms released her, and he stepped away. Liana quickly wiped the slobber off her face. His yellow eyes looked at her intensely, but he managed to peel himself away without another warning from De'aro and left the room. She had felt sullen about losing, yet as she watched him stalk out the door, she was already considering a rematch. She was confident she could beat him; she just needed a little bit more training.