M`rek
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M'Rek had avoided the alcohol in the last hour before the Competition, allowing it to completely leave his system so that he could focus his thoughts. The battle was about to begin and his opponent was K'vok. A member of the meH'Haj crew as he was and half Vulcan. He didn't know how much of the Vulcan physical abilities K'vok had inherited but he knew that there was a chance he would be facing someone who's speed and agility would be much greater than his, possibly the opposite. He had his batletH from the wall now and carried it in both hands, the new blade shining beneath the lights. The light dancing on the fine edge as he walked out into the ring. There was a moment of silence from the crowd as the viewed the large Hirogen/Klingon dressed in not the hard well made armor like K'vok wore out in light armor that would provide some protection but not a whole lot in a First blood fight. Then the crown began to murmur as M'Rek took his place on one side of the ring, facing K'vok. "No grudges?" He requested first as to hold a grudge would cause trouble on ship. K'Vok held his bat'leth at ready. "None at all. Don't you think first blood is a little too easy?" M'Rek smirked slightly. "I will not disagree. Knock out?" It was not a smirk of over confidence but in reaction to the obviousness of the statement. "Knock out it shall be. We can harass the Qel together...although, one of us will have to harass while unconscious." M'Rek laughed deeply and raised his voice, "CHALLENGE IS KNOCK OUT!!" His voice boomed threw the arena reaching the judges before the referee could speak. M'Rek stood ready as the referee minorly set back announced the two competitors and repeated the choice of match. "The challenge is knock out." K'Vok confirmed, then raised his bat'leth. The order was given for the fight to begin. K'Vok used the first attack, swinging towards the ribs. The attack never made it closer than a foot before it was blocked. M'Rek met K'Vok's eyes and stepped to the side raising his batletH for a strike of his own. His batleth swung in a curve, the metal gleaming as he swung towards K'vok's side. The strike showing a great amount of precession as their blades clashed once more, sparks flying. His features showed the intensity of concentration that was put into the fight. K'Vok pushed his opponent's bat'leth away, amazed at the strength of M'Rek. Growling, he thrust forward in what's generally an unorthodox move, focusing on the blunt end damage. M'Rek returned the growl as the faster Klingon/Vulcan made another attack at him, he once more managed to block the attack, but the location and quickness of the strike caught him a bit off guard and the tip of the blade nicked his arm before he got his blade completely up. K'Vok smiled for a second before M'Rek attacked him. He defended hastily, almost sealing his fate, but he managed to keep his balance. "You fight well," M'Rek commented as he pulled back a bit from his last attack. He would have to be careful how much energy he spent but at same time he would have to keep up with the speed and agility of the smaller man's attacks. "I was trained well. You aren't bad yourself." M'Rek just nodded and blocked another strike from K'vot. Then seeing what might be a weakness in K'vok's defense he struck out. K'Vok blocked, locking the blades together. In a rather bold, but rather stupid, move, he let go with one hand and punched M'Rek hard in the solar plexus... TBC
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