Ta`pez HoD
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The other klingon was clearly intimidated by the fact he would have to fight against the unchallenged Champion of the Tournament who had not lost a single match.
As the judge called out the game to knockout Ta’pez grinned like a madman and motioned towards the Klingon to attack.
A few minutes into the match the clear winner was clear. K’moQ, the burly weHwI’ was already panty from exhaustions while Ta’pez was dancing around him. The angry chang was baiting him and playing with a klingon few others had dared to. The spectators who had thought that the massive klingon would have the upper hand in the match were being laughed at by the klingons who had seen Ta’pez in action on previous tournaments.
However unlike the previous fights during the last tournament Ta’pez was a lot more deadly. The weHwI’ had tried to overpower Ta’pez and had utterly failed. The angry Chang, still furious and grieving over the loss of his father had matched and exceeded the weHwI’ strength by sheer willpower.
The crowd was going wild while Ta’pez furiously attacked. Separ, who had guided Ta’pez to the tournament sat quietly in the tribunes watching her House brother fight. She was still angry about the way Ta’pez had drunk himself into stupor and filth over the death of his adopted father but could not blame him. The murder of Chang, son of ne’thal hung like a heavy cloud over the House. Her father had been busy all morning fielding communication between the many strown Ships of the House, informing the its members of the dead of their elder and the new change.
She had not inquired about the developments on that front but judging from the resless demeanor of her father and the seclusion that he had embrassed she assumed that not everything was going as smooth as he tried to pretend .
Ta’pez had not been wounded so far while his opponent was bleeding profously at several deep wounds. It would be not much longer before K’moQ gave up of lost.
“How long do you think will this continue?” she asked Taj’vl, her younger brother.
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