Davidian
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ON. The Legion. Davidian stretched his neck. The match with the Caitian was harder than he had expected. Now he had a hour break or so, before his next match. Mind you, that break started 50 minutes ago. Julianna sighed, then walked over to her brother. "Right, I've just got the brackets for the next match. You're fighting a Klingon." "Great." Davidian growled. He didn't fancy his chances up against a Klingon. Hell, last time he fought a Klingon, he died. Julianna had a smile on her face, however. Davidian raised an eyebrow, and looked at her. "However, you beat the Klingon, roS, you have the opportunity to possibly face Fleet Admiral Wolfe." Davidian choked. Fleet Admiral Wolfe? He had heard stories. Wolfe was the Fleet's Executive Officer. He was high admiralty. And if Davidian was to beat an admiralty member, the implications would be amazing. Julianna went on. "Now, roS has been trained by K'Hare. Yes, that K'Hare, the one who is one of the people running this thing. I've been assured that the judges will be impartial, but I'd keep my wits about me, right?" Davidian nodded. "Good. Now, we've got a hour. How's your back?" Davidian winced. "Really? Ok, let's get that checked out." Julianna helped her brother up. Davidian pushed her away, and stood up, cracking his back. He closed his eyes, and focused on his back pain. One of the many things The Third Eye taught him was the ability to numb pain with his mind. He curled his back, and opened his eyes. The pain was gone, for now. After the next match, he would have to find someone with pain killers. He walked out of the Legion, and headed for the Arena. Another day, another match. Reaching the arena, Davidian walked back into the Dressing room, and opened his locker. He decided this time that if his opponent was going to wear armour, he was going to do the opposite. He ripped off his tank-top, revealing his toned, tattooed, and slightly tanned torso. Julianna looked at her brother, and sighed. "Are you sure that's a good idea? I mean he's a Klingon. He's going to be wearing ARMOUR. Those Bat'Leths are sharp. Davidian, You died once, don't do it again, please?" Davidian didn't listen to reason. He could do this. It's not like they were going for blood, or death. He cracked his neck, and headed out of the Dressing room. Julianna just looked at her brother. All he was wearing was a pair of black shorts. It was nothing. She gulped, and headed out with him. The announcer headed out to the middle of the arena, and cleared his throat. "Ladies and Gentlemen," the announcer began, "our next match is a Round of 36 Match. Introducing first, From New Berlin, Weighing in at 216 pounds, representing the USS Mystic, and Task Force 58, DAVIDIAN!" Davidian gulped. He was now representing a Bravo Fleet task force. He punched his fists together, and roared. OFF. Tag roS.
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