Ta`pez HoD
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>> KDB, Battle Arena: Ta'pez vs Q'olavraH <<
Ta'pez had introduced Sajida to her father and JoH before the battle
began later that day. He had brought her to meet them after they had
their little adventure off the holodeck. The old Chang, his hair
completly white carried himself with grace and wasnt too talkative
however he had invited Sajida to sit next to him. Ta'pez was already
in the arena and preparing himself as they came Sajida with mixed
feelings about what Ta'pez father felt about her made her uneasy but
she managed nonetheless to try and speak with him.
Kajada: Your son is up against a formidable warrior I hear, I truly
hope he prevails against her.
Chang nodded and then looking at the arena replied.
Chang: He is a formidable warrior himself, skilled and fighting with
heart. ::he sighed:: Today however he is angry and I fear he will make
mistakes. It shall be a good fight.
Kajada: He fights with much heart as I saw before, just does he always
get angered so when faced with a battle such as this?
Chang: No, he is a very smart warrior, yet I fear the bad blood
between him and K'urk will get the better of him today.
Be'thal interjected seeing that Sajida didnt know completly.
Be'thal: He is the father of K'rahl, mate of QolavraH.
Kajada: Mmm I see, so much I do not know of everyone's background but
then again I haven't been around as long as the both of you to know
As Ta'pez's father spoke she looked onwards to Ta'pez pacing around
the arena as Q'ol came out on her respectable side. Ta'pez seeming to
become more angered eyed her sharply.
Chang: K'urk was a friend and comrade of Ta'pez. They parted their
ways last year at this very tournament. Ta'pez feels very bitter about
that.
Kajada: Well when friends betray one another I can understand,
especially when that friend is close, lets hope that doesnt deter him
all too much from performing well
As the battle started the noise around her grew louder and any further
conversation was impossible. The fight had started and it was already
very heated. Sajida observed his father momentarily looking onwards in
silence. Wanting to make a good impression on him she tried to sit in
silence herself but when Ta'pez got in a good hit she couldnt help but
yell out for him.
tbc....
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I guess after the outcome of this i'll post again
NPC - Chang, son of Ne'thal
1st Lord of the House of Chang
Ensign Sajida Kajada
Engineering Officer
Of The Former USS Excalibur-A
Part 2 of 3, brought to you by:
Q'olavraH Sogh la'
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Ta'pez HoD
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The arena darkened and the only lighting was that upon the warriors with dim lights from above throwing scant light upon the faces of those in the seats. The judge had annouced the battle to disarm and the crowd roared at the beging of the match.
To Ta'pez the roar was like a toxic drink, pleasure and poison for his mind. He settled into the pace that was so usual to him and unusual to others prefering to spare the testing. Qolvarah had defeated all her enemies until now, she was worthy of the full wrath of Ta'pez and he decided to give it to her right away.
Q'olavraH for her part was not surprised by his immediate and full force attack. He was larger, and stronger, but she was quicker and had more training, it was more ingrained in her. She did not think, she acted. She would not force herself into rage, if she did, she might lose control, and control was very important here, but pre-thinking her moves was something she would not do. That meant she would be on the defensive most of the time, waiting, waiting to disarm him. That was her only goal. Not showing her skill, not fighting for the fun and joy of it, only to disarm him.
She fought defensively well, but it was not something she liked to do. She liked to attack, but there was danger in that, danger he would know what she was going to do, if what K'Hare had hinted to her was true.
His style was indeed what K'Hare had shown her, so she merely parried, backing and circling but not giving much ground, just holding her own. She was quick enough to fight this way, and had no problem with stamina. If she could only defend until he left an opening, without leaving him an opening to disarm her, she would be fine.
Ta'pez settled in and as they circled he chose a random moment to attack much like he had done with Tauvitis.
There it was, she had barely seen the intent in his eyes, had barely gotten her blade moved for the defense. She had been a split second to slow and he could have disarmed her then, quick and clean. She did not allow her confusion to show, but he could probably read it. She defended, without thinking, but now she knew that slight flicker in his eyes, she would be faster next time.
Ta'pez grinned and attacked right now.
Ta'pez: Your new house is rotten.
Q'olavraH knew he was trying to get her to think, it would not work, and the responce really took no thought.
Q'olavraH: Your's always has been. If you wish to trade insults, go find a Ferengi, I came to fight.
Ta'pez screamed in anger and then attacked. One, two, three attacks, each fast, deadly and precise landed upon Qolavrah. She was challanged yet managed to parry each one, her unorthodox reliability on speed over strength matching that of Ta'pez.
Ta'pez: How long do you wait until you can serve dead gagh to them?
He eyed her with a provacative sneer.
She met his eyes and made a foray of her own. Switching styles as quickly as she could and refusing to think of her next move. The crowd hollered wildly as she attacked. She sought an opening, any opening to disarm him and when she saw it she took it, but missed, he had moved at the last second, and then she knew, she knew what K'Hare had hinted was true, and she could do nothing.
His blade shot out and opened a deep furrow down her left thigh. She felt the skin part, felt the muscle part, smelled the blood and felt the pain. It was deep, but not deep enough to slow her down, at least not until the blood loss caught up with her. She let the smell of her blood work on her mind. It would help her work on instinct, not thought. It was her only hope, but she could not let it turn to rage, she could not, she had to stay in control, fight this as it was, a competition, no matter what this spawn of Chang did.
They circled. If he taunted her with words, she ignored it. He came in again, using the weakness in her left thigh against her, but she surprised him, not acting as if the wound bothered her at all. He beat her back, then back again, using strength this time, then his boot kicked out and landed viciously on the deep cut in her thigh.
Pain exploded up her leg and into her brain, but she fought it, let it work for her, drove her closer to instinct. She made another foray against him, trying again to make an opening for her to somehow get his betleH away from him, using attacks that many were unfamilair with, but so carefully treading the line of not causing him any physical damage.
Ta'pez was somewhat suprised at her intent. She was holding back and trying to cover the one weakness he could exploit most.
The crowd did not bother him now, their thoughts had become a molten brew that surrounded the arena. They did not matter, only Q'olavrah, daughter of poq did.
She was strong and deadly, capable of great honor and true bravery. This thought enraged Ta'pez especially after he noted that his behavior towards her had not given the desired the result.
He had attacked, almost carelessly and instead of being punished she had kept to her intent of only disarming him.
The anger was fed, it was controlled for Ta'pez was too deep in his empathic stance to let emotion overwhelm him, instead he used it and fed it towards his opponent.
Q'olvarah was a prize, a prize Ta'pez could have had were things different. K'rahl and his house had taken much from him. They were to be punished and that punishment was now.
Their fighting intensified, the betleHmey were a blur with the heavy breathing and roars that the two warriors expelled as they hammered at each other in blows that were forcefull and quick. Little novea of energy sparkling from their blades as they met and denied the deadly path that was destined to come sooner or later.
That moment came soner then both had expected. Q'olavrah mistepped, her thigh causing her to fail a carefully woven attack.
Ta'pez, like a hunter waiting for his prey was there. A block and quick counter attack were all that were needed. Yet to the female's suprise and utter disbelief instead of disarming her at the most opportune moment, Ta'pez himself chose to ignore the obvious weakness presented in her unfortunate stance and instead used his blade to punish her physically once again.
Blocking her, Ta'pez slid his blade along the edge of her's slicing her forearm, he then punched her with his elbow as a follow up in the mid motion and then decided to swirl a full 360 arc around and with the back of his fist land a devious blow to her jaw.
Q'olavraH stummbled and went down, hard. She kept hold of her betleH though. She was confused about how he seemed to know her intent, she had been doing what K'Hare advised, obviously not well enough. She rolled to her knees and got to her feet, as quickly as she could, which was not very quickly at all. She was bleeding from several cuts, and now her face was battered.
A look toward Ta'pez showed that now he was toying with her. It was obvious in his eyes and the way he waited for her, the look on his face. She shook her head to clear it and blinked blood out of her eyes. She brought her blade up, signalling that she was ready for him again.
She would not yield, she would not give up her honor, she thought it, loudly, hoping that if that was what his power was, he heard it, knew it. She felt power pour into her, her heart swelled, even though her body swayed with the blood she was losing, the ringing in her head from his blows. She was Q'olavraH. She was a warrior. She was honorable. She was what she was, and nothing, noone would change it, no matter who they were or what they did.
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