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"Hey, I was trying to be hopeful. Is it the horns?" She prodded one of them.

Deriss shrugged. "Well, if you like being forced to the ground, be my guest."

"Nah, the horns are cute." She winked at him, and swung with her right arm. "Oh please. You wish."

"Cute, huh? And here I was thinking I would get rid of them."

Deriss hopped back with her two good legs and shrugged. "Wasn't so hard last time."

"A bit drastic, no?" She shrugged and tried to move in closer, extending an arm for a grapple. "Heh, I let you... ugh... win" She managed between struggling breaths.

"You know, you really are a bit dense." She grabbed her opponent and kept them both upright. "Hey, try not to flail us both to the ground!"

"A bit? Such observation." She suddenly pivoted, trying to drag the Zabrak to the ground.

"Have you ever heard of sarcasm? You are a human, right? And not some weird off-shoot that isn't capable of understanding it?" Deriss thought on it a moment before tumbling over to the ground. She managed to roll it out and then rested on the floor.

"Eh, probably a human. Can never know with dad." She let out a laugh as her leader tumbled through the floor. "Gotcha!" She said triumphantly while plastered on the ground.

"Well, I'm not noticing any horns on you or weird skin color. Hair is a bit odd, though." She reached over to flick the hair and then looked away, a bit pink. "Phew, I thought we left the desert. It still feels warm here."

"Haha, haven't heard that one before thorny." She flicked one of her horns. "It's kriffing humid. Stupid forest. Always hated jungles."

"Thorny? Wouldn't it make more sense if I was horny?" She turned pinker than before and shoved Sabine back. "Humid or not, training does not wait!"

"Nah, horny sounds weird." She stated obliviously. "You're like a rose, I guess... thorny on the outside, but smell nice?" She blushed a bit before turning away and standing up. "Yeah. Need this leg ready to go before my crazy former dad comes and hits us hard."

"Right, right." The chieftain let out a barrage of blows to keep Sabine on the back foot. "Ah, you know what? Maybe we should take a break."

Sabine blocked most of it, taking one on the nose, but her hard head absorbed that one. "Oh? Tired already?"

"In one way. I could go longer if I wanted to. " She turned red again and then stared at Sabine. Now she was sure that the human had no concept of innuendo.

"Mhm, well, thanks for the tumble either way." The Woman Who Knew No Innuendo spoke. "I appreciate it. And you too. You'er awesome."