TalVur
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OOC: Shaydara, hope you don't mind. I'm going ahead and posting our match. =/\= Bat'leth Competition Arena, Ring 5 =/\= James meditation was broken by the rhythmic stride of boots ending with a soft sigh in the ring. He opened his eyes to look up at his opponent. She reminded him of Akara, a little. He stood up and brushed off his pants. He looked his opponent in the eye and she looked back at him. They were sizing each other up. James wondered what she would make out of a human male in Starfleet blues being her opponent. James bowed to his opponent before taking the ready, she pounded her fist against her chest before brining her bat'leth to the ready. The judge signaled the start of the match and Shaydara took to the offense early. She made a quick series of attacks aimed at the left and right side of James's ribs, forcing him to quickly block and step back. James responded by making a feint jab at her chest with one end of his blade and then dropping the other across at her waist. She dodged the blade and then parried the downward swing to the side. They circled each other for a while, sending out probing attacks to find a weakness in their opponent's style. They had been circling each other for nearly five minutes exchanging blows that were either bocked or dodged. They were both being cautious about this match, losing would mean going home early. James spotted an opening on Shaydara's left side, but instead swung his blade overhead. As the two blades met, James could feel the vibration from the force of the blow shake his hands. His muscles were beginning to burn and sweat was flowing from his brow. His opponent didn't seem to be in much better shape. Shaydara swung her blade at James's waist, which he blocked and then made a quick uppercut at his face. He was forced to jump back away from the attack but noticed his opportunity. He quickly inserted the hooks of his blade into the gap between her weapon and her chest as it travelled upward, hooking the hand guards. As James pulled his blade back toward himself hoping to dislodge her weapon, she brought it back down and rotated the weapon, causing James's blade to slip from her own. He frowned. It would not end that easily. =/\= Off =/\= Lt. James Tal'Vur Chief Medical Officer USS Saturn NCC-28400 OOC: Gonna write up the rest later.
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