KTar
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Tauvits examined his betleH critically as he lifted it gently off the rack along the Wall of Honour. He frowned as he twirled it lightly in his hands, getting a feel for the weight of it. Something was wrong here, something slightly off, he thought. But his trained eye could see nothing, and he gripped the blade more solidly as he turned towards the arena, convincing himself it was just nerves playing tricks with his mind.
K'Tar watched as the half-Andorian male known as Falco Tauvits entered the ring. KTar lifted his Bat'leth off the wall of honor, hefted it in his hands. He had always enjoyed handling the Bat'leth. It was his favorite weapon. Stepping into the ring, he gaged Tauvits, seeing no fear in him and how the man carried himself, he knew this would be a good fight. "May we fight well," K'Tar said, stepping towards the middle of the ring and twirled the Bat'leth in his hand. In his mind, as was trained, the Bat'leth disappeared and became an extension of his body.
Tauvits gave him a nod. "Good luck." The words could have been patronising - a part of him, a very old part of him, wanted them to be - but he couldn't quite bring himself that far. "To simple disarm, or more?"
K'Tar thought about it for a moment and grinned. "Lets make it interesting, how about a knockout."
"Sounds good. First blood would just mean that I'd mess up my suit yet more." Tauvits smirked a little, showing he wasn't too serious about his appearance. "This way, if I lose, I won't be conscious enough to know about it for a while. Good idea." He nodded to the judge to show that this was a solid consensus between the two of them. "Knockout it is."
K'Tar gave out a hearty laugh and continued to smile. He liked this Falco Tauvits. K'Tar went into a defensive stance as the beginning of the fight was sounded.
Defensive. Curious. A challenge to Tauvits' own tactics. Still, shaking things up couldn't hurt.
He stepped forward, beginning with a solid offensive which was nevertheless more to challenge K'Tar's defensive wall than to truly break through it. Push, challenge, evaluate, that was the name of his early fighting. He'd fought Klingons bigger... well, maybe as big as K'Tar, with an end result far more brutal than unconsciousness, and had coped. Then again, a proper fight was quite different to a one-on-one match. Most well-considered techniques went out the window in a match of blood and darkness and brutality.
K'Tar parried the blow as Tauvits backed off. K'Tar nodded. It was a blow to test K'Tar. K'Tar stepped forward with a upwards thrust.
Tauvits side-stepped this one, then came down with a strong, overhead swing which K'Tar blocked. The jolt ran right up Falco's arm, and even then he knew something was wrong with his betleH.
No, that couldn't be it. Eddie had found him this, the Thunderchild senior staff had paid for it, a gift for him before the first competition. It hadn't seen enough beating to be damaged. It was solid enough to be fine, he was sure of it. Just his imagination.
He let loose with a rapid flurry of blows on K'Tar, these no longer testing, trying to push the Klingon on the defensive.
K'Tar blocked the blows with his Bat'leth as Tauvits continued to send rapid blows. K'Tar knew from expierence that he was trying to wear him down. K'Tar would not allow this to happen, yet enjoyed the challenge as blow after blow was parried. K'Tar then did a side leap out of the way of the last blow as K'Tar swung the Bat'leth at Tauvit's side.
Tauvits leapt aside at this, knowing blocking wouldn't be easy, but stumbled, falling to the floor, and instinctively lifted his betleH to block a downwards blow he knew would be inevitable.
K'Tar was so wrapped up in the heat of battle, he had not noticed the blood coming from his right arm as he swung downwards at the fallen Tauvits, his Bat'leth connecting hard with his.
The betleH shuddered beneath the blow, and then Tauvits suddenly felt the resistance lessen, and rolled to one side abruptly as K'Tar's blade hit the arena floor solidly.
There was a long silence as the noise from the audience faded and Tauvits sat up, staring at the two halves of a betleH he held in his hand. "This is... a cheap, piece of crap," he mumbled at last, eyes wide, looking rather shocked. "That git Eddie bought me a cheap, knock-off betleH!" He slowly stood, now clearly more focused on the remnants of his blade than the fight. "It might as well have 'Badly Replicated in the Thunderchild bar' written on it!"
K'Tar had to stop himself from attacking Tauvits again as he realized Tauvit's Bat'leth had been broken in two from the previous attack. K'Tar kept his guard however.
"Uh..." Tauvits tossed the remnants to a corner, then turned to the crowd a little sheepishly. "Anyone got a spare betleH?"
K'Tar waited for someone to toss Tauvits a Bat'leth, keeping his Bat'leth in the ready position, staying focused on Tauvits.
A large middle aged Klingon stepped infront, his armor featured a prominend House of Cheng emblem. "Take this one!" he said handing the blade to Falco.
Tauvits eyed the House emblem for a moment, squinting as he slowly recognised it, then grinned more firmly and accepted it. "My thanks," he said quickly, giving a brisk nod, and resolving to learn a name once this round was over.
<<Cameo by PoQ>>
PoQ nodded and then turned and subtly motioned to Ta'pez who was watching the event a few rows up in the stands.
Tauvits turned back to K'Tar, twirling the betleH for a few moments, enjoying the feel of the weight. This one as a blade he could feel comfortable with. "Right, mate... where were we?" He raised his betleH, this time adopting a defensive stance.
As soon, Tauvits went into the defensive position, K'Tar rushed with a downward diagonal blow.
This time, K'Tar's attacks were enough to throw him more on to the defensive than he'd have liked, and Tauvits found himself being pushed back, fending off blows but not having much of a chance to retaliate, until he ducked under one particularly high swing - which would have been impossible for anyone much larger than Falco to dodge - and stepped away, moving into a sideways swing which K'Tar then promptly blocked and knocked him a little off-balance, weakening his already battered defenses.
K'Tar's arm began to throb with pain from where Tauvits had cut him during the series of blows and had not realized it. K'Tar swung again, which Tauvits blocked. This time K'Tar locked blades with the half-Andorian, continuing to press his attack.
This wouldn't do at all. Tauvits was stronger than the average human, but not really a match for a man who was powerful even by Klingon standards. Still, he held his ground, pushing with all of his strength, a small corner of his mind commenting on how this betleH wasn't breaking.
No, this couldn't end well.
K'Tar was suprised and impressed at the strength of this Tauvits. K'Tar used his strength and body weight, pushing the Bat'leth down and following through as the blunt end of the Bat'leth struck the half-andorian in the side of the head.
Tauvits' vision exploded in front of him for about half a second as he was sent spinning off his feet to land on the floor with a solid thump. It might not have been the end - though the impace from the blade wouldn't have left him fighting at his best anyway - had his head not then impacted with the arena floor even more solidly, sending him, at last, into motionless darkness.
K'Tar stepped back and upon noticing that Tauvits had been knocked unconcious from the blow, raised his Bat'Leth in victory, letting out an ear shattering roar. Appaluse came from th audience. K'Tar then saw the wound on his arm and then looked to Tauvits, nodding. A Starfleet doctor checked Tauvits, and began to revive him. "You fought a great battle. You must have Klingon blood in your veins."
"Andorian," Tauvits responded groggily, rubbing his forehead. "And well fought, mate... beat me fair and square. I wouldn't be surprised if you win this thing." He looked at the doctor. "Sickbay, I think. I'm no Klingon, and I'm quite happy to submit to all the weakening medical treatment in the galaxy..." He looked down at his betleH. "Oh. Yeah. Better give this back." It was clear his thoughts were less coherent than his words.
K'Tar laughed at Tauvit's comment. "When you are better, I shall buy you a tankard of Bloodwine!" K'Tar said, giving Tauvits a friendly slap on the back.
Tauvits winced. "That's fair. You win, drinks are on you..." Then, despite the medication, he allowed himself to slump back into unconsciousness.
K'Tar smiled a toothy grin as he watched the half-andorian the helped to sickbay by the doctor and another starfleet officer.
K'Tar then hung his Bat'leth on the wall of honor and headed for the audience, recieving nods of approval for his victory.
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