She returns outside to the same long line of species waiting to get inside the club and cautiously looks about her. Throughout her short career of being a bounty hunter for sixty-three years, she knows when she is being followed. She absentmindedly dusts off her hands of the invisible filth of Omega and beings to walk through the dimly lit alleyways.
Perched from the beams, the drell watches intently as she makes her way down to the market place. With all the grace of a jungle cat, he leaps from beam to beam, always sure to keep her in sight.
Lennata slowed her pace and glanced over her shoulder; a Vorcha hissed and disappeared at her sight. Her intention though was not to view the Vorcha but rather to analyze her surroundings, and with a quick decision, picked up her pace and darted into an adjacent alleyway before her.
The change in direction only phased the drell for a split second before he increased his speed to match, making his way from platform to platform. The hunter was skilled at evading a tail. But she'd never gone up against someone whose memory gave him access to a "virtual" blueprint of Omega. He knew the alleyways by heart, whereas she was the stranger here.
She rubbed her fingertips together, she knew her pursuer was closing in on her fast, and that her sprint probably triggered him into action. She halted to a stop and spun around , firing blue darts of biotic energy to all the surrounding lights, causing them to crash and spark loudly. Using the cover of sound she rolled behind a wall perfectly concealed in darkness and watched the area above her. She knew that if her suspicious were correct, her temporary hideout would suffice for the time being but would do little against a surprise ambush to a master drell assassin if he was that.
The drell stops in surprise at the cleverness of his prey. He sits quietly above the last spot that he saw her before the darkness. Clever girl. Let's see her handle this. Reaching slowly to his belt, the drell extricates a small, silver sphere. It looks for the entire world like a mundane object, that is, till he gives it a half twist. A low hum emits from the sphere as he drops it to the ground. Three seconds later, a blinding flash bursts from the sphere!
Lennata's lips parted slightly as she breathed to minimize the sound and to calm her raging heartbeat. Her eyes shot from the beams to the ground then back again. She was for sure her follower took to the ceilings, which would make sense to take a higher vantage point, because you would have the advantage from up top. Her eyes managed to catch the glint of a silver object falling from the sparks of the lamps on the ground. Her eyes widened and she throws the face of her body away from the alleyway to shield her eyes, but wasn't fast enough to dodge the effects of all of the flashbang.
'Dammit' she blinked her eyes once... twice... then shut them. A ringing overtook the sound of her heartbeat in her ears. She had to act fast, she was completely vulnerable. She clenched her fists and imagined the orb falling, back tracking it back to its concealed owner, and threw her hands out in that approximate direction. Biotic energy surged forth from her body and channeled out through her hands at her assailant, before returning to her position and opening her eyes again, hoping to have enough time to overcome her impairment. With little relief she had regained enough to where she wasn't at her best but was well off enough to at least hold her ground again.
'She's more skilled than I thought' pondered the drell as he suspends himself upside down from the beam. The ball of biotic energy rockets past where he had been only moments before. But the damage to her was already was done. He had her location. Now to see what the little minx would do next. The drell smiled to himself, he was actually enjoying himself. It had been almost two years since he had felt this way. He flips silently down to a lower beam and waited.
She managed to make out the delicate sound of feet tapping to the ground and dared to look. There he was. Her mind quickly drew up her findings, 'Drell, physically fit, dark black coat with blue undershirt and three red tiger stripes on his upper sleeves and thighs. Definitely an assassin.' She clenched her teeth and shut her eyes for a brief moment before returning her gaze. He stood there in all his glory, calmly, and she felt as if he was taunting her. As Lennata pushes herself off of the wall to meet him she was able to catch a glimpse at a scar under his collarbone, right of his chest and noted it. She walked out into the light and exposed herself into his line of sight. Hands clenched, biotic light swirled around her but mostly concentrated at her hands. "I'd like to know what an assassin is doing... tailing Me." she called out, half expecting no response from him.
"The question is not what I am doing." The drell replies calmly. A slight hint of a smile plays about his face. "The question is what you are doing. Put your silly biotics away. You'll just end up getting hurt. I would prefer to not have to resort to that." He calmly places both hands behind his back and tilts his head at her.
She smirks at him, his pale green skin showing faintly beneath a single lamp above them, he was taunting her. She stood upright but kept her biotics flowing about her. "I know better than to let my guard down around an assassin, don't think me to be so naive drell. And I doubt you've come unprepared, judging by your equipment and skill, you almost expected this situation to play out." She made sure not to take her eyes off of him. "As far as what I'm doing here on Omega is my business but you probably already know why I'm here if I'm correct so please, answer the question yourself to me." Her fingers wiggled in her hands and her body tenses slightly, waiting for either an answer or a physical response.
The drell smiles, "So cold, and yet there is a fire inside you. Very well, I'll be courteous and give your answer. You are here for Scarab. A bold undertaking to say the least. He's as devious as he is ruthless." He quietly shifts he stance without removing his arms from behind his back, preparing for the inevitable strike. "Are you sure you wish to pursue such a dangerous individual? I believe it would be more beneficial for the galaxy if one were to flush him out an airlock."
Lennata watches the drell's shift in stance uncomfortably. "I'm not sure whether to be impressed or just acknowledge that you know that much. Yes you are correct and as much as I'd," Her biotics momentarily flare up but her expression doesn't change, "like to deal with Scarab myself personally, I'm afraid I won't be able to do so." She slides her left foot back slightly, it was now or never. "And I can't be wasting time as I'm sure you already know too." She launches the first strike flinging a biotic throw and closes the gap between them with unprecedented speed.
The world slows to a crawl as the drell takes in the situation. A slight twist and the biotic blast passes harmlessly. As he turns his attention back to his assailant, she lands a fierce cross to his side, aiming for his injury. Pain blasts through his chest as the blow strikes home. He manages to fling his arm at the hunter carrying a powerful wall of biotics throwing her back from him. He winces as his breathing returns to its normal rate.
*cough* "Not bad. It's been years since someone's actually landed a punch on me". He shifts into different combat stance. He smiles to himself.
Lennata feels the punch land exactly where she wanted it to, his injury on his chest, but she fell to the side swipe of his arm which threw her away yet she manages to land her feet. She smiles slightly. "Thank you," she respectfully replies, but soon realizes it is too soon to see that the fight was in her favor.
What is he up too? She stares as his form completely changed from his last. Even though she knew her hit was effective, the situation was now about to though get a lot more interesting. She again ran forward and threw in a right jab which with motion like fluid running water he dodged. She managed to catch his side swipe in time before he struck her side again. The sound of fabric and exchanges of blows echoed around them. But then Lennata's balance wavers. Dammit! She feels it, right into her right side. She braces to keep standing and throws out a left jab which causes him to at least draw back enough to give her space. The pain stabs at her but she refuses to reach for it, not wanting to show how much it really did in fact hurt.
"Not bad yourself drell, I've fought a few assassins before but you are among the few to actually keep up with me." It was true. All of her training she trained for speed and power in case she ever did run into an assassin which was plenty enough considering her employment. But He... yes He was going to be the most troubling.
The drell gives an appreciative smile. Lennata can feel her body tiring out and decides to wager all in. She, faster than a blink of an eye, charges forward with a biotic charge, hoping to catch him off guard and overpower him, but then realizes at the last second as he jumps and twists around her in the air that it was a serious error on her part. Time stood still as her eyes followed his movement, his arm raised up like a coiled snake, two fingers pointed down, and when time finally caught up the strike was unavoidable. One lightning fast strike to the side of her neck sent a tingly wave over her and she felt her biotics dissipate. Her eyes widened in shock and she felt herself crash into the floor.
Again and again she tried to call out her biotics but with no success. She raised her upper half off of the ground, her arms shaking beneath her. "Can't believe I let him get the better of me," she angrily thought as she brought herself back on to her feet, but more than anything though, what he damaged most was her pride. She turned to face him and already imagining his smirk, gritted her teeth before fully turning him, both out of pain and wounded pride.
"Don't worry; your biotics aren't gone for good. Give it a couple of hours before they fully come back. I want you to know I took no pleasure in doing that, but consider us even for the body shot. Now, do you wish to continue this pointless fight or will you back down?"
She couldn't help but smile, wincing though as she did. "Fair enough drell. I never was one to back down but seeing as how the odds are completely out of my favor, I'll have no choice but to accept my defeat at your hands" She tried to straighten herself out again, "for now." She now took the opportunity to clench her side from earlier and rub the side of her neck, "the answer I need though is if I can take a drell assassin's word that this dance has been discontinued." Her eyes met his with upmost seriousness. If he wasn't going to let this end where it stood, neither would she if it came down to it. Biotics or no biotics.
The drell nods his head in agreement. "There is no honor in fighting an opponent who's not at her best anymore. My question is who hired you? The batarian is scum, barely worth keeping alive. So what possible reason could you have to bring him in alive? That is why I followed you."
Lennata felt her body shudder in relief as it was finally able to relax.
"I'm glad you and I think alike in the manner of chivalry in fighting. Unfortunately I am unable to return such kindness in revealing my employer's name, though I can say I agree that the batarian deserves much less than an inch from his life." She pauses a moment before deciding to continue, "Though for this person I feel in all honesty the employer's motives are pure and they will reach a promising answer for his retrieval." It was the truth.
The drell takes in this information, mulling it over. He finally walks forward and extends his hand to her. "Then I wish see this through with you, if that's acceptable. You can call me Lewa...Lewa Arcturus. May I know the name of my worthy opponent?"
Lennata watches as Lewa extends his hand to her. She looks at him cautiously but reaches out and clasps his hand with her own. "Lennata A'Tira, and I wouldn't mind having you as an acquaintance rather than my enemy," she dryly laughed not believing she would make a joke considering the events that had taken place just a few moments before.
Lewa smiles, "I'm glad we could finally be civilized. Now then, my sources say that Scarab is somewhere in this district." A scream rings out like a shot. He stiffens. "I think we've found our target..."
But before Lennata addresses the scream she is unable but to make out a point.
"What do you mean our target? If I remember correctly Scarab is my target and I'm allowing you to tag along for the ride," she smirks and sprints off in the direction of the scream. Turning her back to run though was torture for her, knowing he still was an assassin and that she only just recently "teamed up" with him, but she was in no condition to argue for the time being and just ran with the truce made with chivalrous intent, hoping it would still hold till the end. Lewa returned her smirk and nodded slightly when she ran from him. Her actions only further confirmed her fiery spirit, the one that he was able to catch a glimpse of when he caught sight of her, and the one that was able to drive him out of that club in curiosity. He clasped his hands together and shut his eyes before leaping onto the side of a wall and flipping back into the darkness of the beams ahead, racing after her from above.