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Post by Phoebe Volante on Dec 17, 2020 21:26:32 GMT
[ Stardate 06.12.2380, 1900 hours | Adjur's Arena, Celladore City ]
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[Ens. Phoebe Volante - Adjur's Arena, The pits] As the afternoon had passed and become the evening, Phoebe had fought two opponents. The first was a thin, lightly toned trill woman who, while a better fighter than the amateurs on the main floor, still paled in comparison to Phoebe. The fight didn't leave her as frustrated as the previous ones had, but still left her wanting. It felt more like a warm up or a sparring match with a second year cadet. The second opponent was more enjoyable, a brawny Orion. He had some real power behind his punches, but seemed to lack any discipline, swinging more like the berserkers of old than a trained fighter. His glass jaw was his downfall, though Phoebe had to stop dodging and take a hit to her shoulder to create an opening and land the deciding blow. Phoebe had been tending to her bruised and fairly painful arm when she was told her rest time was up and was practically marched out towards another arena. This one was well lit and had an audience, several of which looked like they enjoyed the finer things in life. It seemed she had been 'promoted' to the 'big leagues'. She finished tieing off the bandage around her left arm, not even fully covering the still developing bruise, as a voice boomed throughout the arena introducing her as a challenger to 'The Tank'. 'The Tank'? The womans mind began to rapidly flow with thoughts about the chosen nick-nme of her opponent. Pressumably a large fighter able to shake of multiple hits. Large muscles would make them slower than her smaller but agile frame. But while she can attack fast, it would mean nothing if the attacks were just absorbed. So she should just dodge around and make it a constest of endurance and stamina? But that wasn't as fun. Phoebe shook the thoughts out of her head and began to stretch and warm her muscles back up. All that can wait for now. One-on-One fights rarely go the way you plan anyway. She bounced a little on her toes and rolled her shoulders and climbed into the ring where she was met with a surprising sight. Lieutenant Commander Aune was waiting for her, definitly matches the term 'Tank'. Phoebe was a little shocked that he was here, she had thought he was more into body building than fighting, but then she hadn't had much time to get to know him yet. The woman limbered up one last time before planting her feet and getting into her stance, ready to go as soon as they were told. This was promising to be fun.
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Sven Aune
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Post by Sven Aune on Dec 19, 2020 15:20:06 GMT
|The Pits of Hell, Ajurs arena || lt. cmdr. Sven Aune |
Sven sighed. He really didn't want anything to do with this, but the collar about his neck was a pretty good motivator, Somehow he would have to tell this young security officer that he was here against his will. He wondered if she was too. If she wasn't, well if by some miracle he came out of this with his head still on his shoulders, he would have to have a chat with this officer. He had to do some quick thinking. Perhaps he could signal her in some way.
He took a step forward and stuck up a fighting stance by digging his feet into the sand, bending at the knees to lower his center of gravity. Then he pulled at the collar on his neck as if it was bothering him. Hopefully she'll notice that it's not supposed to be there.
"So, Star Fleet against Star Fleet." he started with, "I do expect you to put everything behind this fight. Just because I'm your superior officer doesn't mean you should pull your punches. I know I'm going to knock your block off."
Ugg, he hated this kind of bragging bravado. He wondered if she would pick up on that. They didn't really know each other much, but he did know that junior officers do talk and hopefully she had an idea of what kind of person he was and that he wasn't acting in his normal stead. Then again...
"Care to put a wager on this fight?" he said taking the first circling side step.
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Post by Kaya Som on Dec 19, 2020 16:38:30 GMT
[ Cashem Tashar | Adjur's Arena ] "F*ck me..." The leather of Cashem's chair squeaked as the young heir stood in slow awe. Two Starfleet. In this corner a mountain of a human. And in the other a scrappy waif, dancing from foot to foot. Their stats were projected onto the window in a HUD-like fashion detailing their fight history at Adjur's and their odds. "They're both fresh off the ship...." It was hard for Cash to keep up the perpetually bored facade, not when something good was finally happening. "Place your bet, sir?""Let's make it interesting. Eighty on the elf.""Very good, sir."Cashem stood back and took a moment to look around the VIP's viewing box. He saw Miss X in red. "My compliments to the chef," he said from under his mask.
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Post by Phoebe Volante on Dec 22, 2020 19:37:58 GMT
|The Pits of Hell, Ajurs arena || lt. cmdr. Sven Aune |Sven sighed. He really didn't want anything to do with this, but the collar about his neck was a pretty good motivator, Somehow he would have to tell this young security officer that he was here against his will. He wondered if she was too. If she wasn't, well if by some miracle he came out of this with his head still on his shoulders, he would have to have a chat with this officer. He had to do some quick thinking. Perhaps he could signal her in some way. He took a step forward and stuck up a fighting stance by digging his feet into the sand, bending at the knees to lower his center of gravity. Then he pulled at the collar on his neck as if it was bothering him. Hopefully she'll notice that it's not supposed to be there. "So, Star Fleet against Star Fleet." he started with, "I do expect you to put everything behind this fight. Just because I'm your superior officer doesn't mean you should pull your punches. I know I'm going to knock your block off."Ugg, he hated this kind of bragging bravado. He wondered if she would pick up on that. They didn't really know each other much, but he did know that junior officers do talk and hopefully she had an idea of what kind of person he was and that he wasn't acting in his normal stead. Then again... "Care to put a wager on this fight?" he said taking the first circling side step. [Ens. Phoebe Volante - The Pits, Adjur's Arena] Phoebe sidestepped carefully, watching as he spoke. Despite what he was saying, there was no menace or emotion behind his words. They lacked the fire of pre-fight adrenaline. But why would he be here if he didn't want to fight. As her own adrenaline lowered and the fighters fog lifted, the enphasis on her opponents words became clearer to her. He was here unwillingly and the collar was something to do with it. Speaking in code on th fly was not her strong suit but the situation called for her to try, "Knock my block off? You best hope I don't stamp on your neck first." She grinned as she sidestepped further to her right, "And as for a wager, what are we talking? Strips? Bars? Or how about some large steaks? I do enjoy a bit of shoulder first thing after a good fight." Was it working? Would her commander get her message? She was a little panicked he wouldn't and she would just end up kicking him into neck week by accident. She crouched low, her knees coming up to her chest. The woman kept one her left hand up and moved her right hand back. She was ready to pounce the moment she saw her opportunity to do so.
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Post by Sven Aune on Dec 22, 2020 21:45:07 GMT
[ Cashem Tashar | Adjur's Arena ]"F*ck me..." The leather of Cashem's chair squeaked as the young heir stood in slow awe. Two Starfleet. In this corner a mountain of a human. And in the other a scrappy waif, dancing from foot to foot. Their stats were projected onto the window in a HUD-like fashion detailing their fight history at Adjur's and their odds. "They're both fresh off the ship...." It was hard for Cash to keep up the perpetually bored facade, not when something good was finally happening. "Place your bet, sir?""Let's make it interesting. Eighty on the elf.""Very good, sir."Cashem stood back and took a moment to look around the VIP's viewing box. He saw Miss X in red. "My compliments to the chef," he said from under his mask. Sherry caught the young man's eye and sauntered over to him in a most seductive fashion. Once she happened to be next to him, she placed only the tips of her fingernails, well manicured and painted red upon his shoulder and gently dragged them across to the other. "Eighty on the elf? You must be feeling lucky. The bruiser has, won the last 4 matches, and the woman is... unproven."
she took a long pull off her cigarette and blew it out. "It is, of course your money to do with, so long as it's from the proceeds of your ample winnings." Her threat was real. If the young man was unable to pay off his gambling debt to her, she would expose him, and his creditor. Who happened to be the administrator of this luxurious port. She selected a hor'dourve, A slice of smoked salmon with a bit of cream cheese smear and a canapé and popped it into her mouth. A moment later Feggus appeared by their sides. "I will say, this has been the most excitemet I've seen here in some time. I do hope the both of you are enjoying yourselves."|The Pits of Hell, Ajurs arena || lt. cmdr. Sven Aune |Sven sighed. He really didn't want anything to do with this, but the collar about his neck was a pretty good motivator, Somehow he would have to tell this young security officer that he was here against his will. He wondered if she was too. If she wasn't, well if by some miracle he came out of this with his head still on his shoulders, he would have to have a chat with this officer. He had to do some quick thinking. Perhaps he could signal her in some way. He took a step forward and stuck up a fighting stance by digging his feet into the sand, bending at the knees to lower his center of gravity. Then he pulled at the collar on his neck as if it was bothering him. Hopefully she'll notice that it's not supposed to be there. "So, Star Fleet against Star Fleet." he started with, "I do expect you to put everything behind this fight. Just because I'm your superior officer doesn't mean you should pull your punches. I know I'm going to knock your block off."Ugg, he hated this kind of bragging bravado. He wondered if she would pick up on that. They didn't really know each other much, but he did know that junior officers do talk and hopefully she had an idea of what kind of person he was and that he wasn't acting in his normal stead. Then again... "Care to put a wager on this fight?" he said taking the first circling side step. [Ens. Phoebe Volante - The Pits, Adjur's Arena] Phoebe sidestepped carefully, watching as he spoke. Despite what he was saying, there was no menace or emotion behind his words. They lacked the fire of pre-fight adrenaline. But why would he be here if he didn't want to fight. As her own adrenaline lowered and the fighters fog lifted, the enphasis on her opponents words became clearer to her. He was here unwillingly and the collar was something to do with it. Speaking in code on th fly was not her strong suit but the situation called for her to try, "Knock my block off? You best hope I don't stamp on your neck first." She grinned as she sidestepped further to her right, "And as for a wager, what are we talking? Strips? Bars? Or how about some large steaks? I do enjoy a bit of shoulder first thing after a good fight." Was it working? Would her commander get her message? She was a little panicked he wouldn't and she would just end up kicking him into neck week by accident. She crouched low, her knees coming up to her chest. The woman kept one her left hand up and moved her right hand back. She was ready to pounce the moment she saw her opportunity to do so.
Sven Aune soft Kaya Som Sven cocked his head a bit to the side. The annunciation of some of the words told him that she picked up on his code. First things first. The collar. Then to deal with the unknown of what's next. But he was a veteran of the Dominion war and he was confident that he could find a way through it. He lowered his shoulder and dug his foot into the sand. A moment later he was bull rushing her, shoulder leading the way. He hoped that she was as good of a kick boxer as she claimed. One centimeter off and she'd clock him in the face! And given that she could do something like that told the man that she would leave some sting to it. Possibly knock him out. "Ya, you wish!"
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Post by Phoebe Volante on Dec 22, 2020 22:22:56 GMT
|The pits, Adjurs Arena || lt. cmdr Sven Aune|Sven cocked his head a bit to the side. The annunciation of some of the words told him that she picked up on his code. First things first. The collar. Then to deal with the unknown of what's next. But he was a veteran of the Dominion war and he was confident that he could find a way through it. He lowered his shoulder and dug his foot into the sand. A moment later he was bull rushing her, shoulder leading the way. He hoped that she was as good of a kick boxer as she claimed. One centimeter off and she'd clock him in the face! And given that she could do something like that told the man that she would leave some sting to it. Possibly knock him out. "Ya, you wish!"
[Ens. Phoebe Volante - The Pits, Adjur's Arena] Phoebe tensed up for a moment as Sven changed stance, dropping his shoulder and then charging straight at her. It seemed he had got her message, either that or he has never been in a fight before. The later was the least likely due to his position, she reasoned. She hoped. She straightened her legs firing her forward and slightly off to the side of his charge, even if she missed this kick he wouldn't barrel through her. Her adrenaline started to spike again, this may be a serious situation but maybe a little enjoyment isn't out of order. "Let's see what you can do big man!" Phoebe planted her foot in the ground, her momentum causing her to spin on the spot. Drawing her free leg in to gain speed, then throwing it out again as it came round to Sven. Her heel now moving as fast as she could make it, and hopefully as accurate as she needed. At the combined speeds of her foot and Sven's full frontal charge, if this missed either she'd knock out her superior or he'd take her foot off. 'Better not miss then!' She thought as a wide grin crossed her lips, the danger only enhancing the adrenaline and dopamine rush. The rush helped slightly as the perception of time slowed just enough for her to adjust last instant to hit the collar. It was a good job Sven didn't have a beard or, well, he wouldn't any more. As her foot hit the ground she bent her knee and pushed off, reversing her inertia and leaping towards the man's back. Hopefully she could land and they could speak proper in the ensuing 'struggle'.
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Post by Sven Aune on Dec 22, 2020 22:34:17 GMT
|The pits, Adjurs Arena || lt. cmdr Sven Aune|Sven cocked his head a bit to the side. The annunciation of some of the words told him that she picked up on his code. First things first. The collar. Then to deal with the unknown of what's next. But he was a veteran of the Dominion war and he was confident that he could find a way through it. He lowered his shoulder and dug his foot into the sand. A moment later he was bull rushing her, shoulder leading the way. He hoped that she was as good of a kick boxer as she claimed. One centimeter off and she'd clock him in the face! And given that she could do something like that told the man that she would leave some sting to it. Possibly knock him out. "Ya, you wish!"
[Ens. Phoebe Volante - The Pits, Adjur's Arena] Phoebe tensed up for a moment as Sven changed stance, dropping his shoulder and then charging straight at her. It seemed he had got her message, either that or he has never been in a fight before. The later was the least likely due to his position, she reasoned. She hoped. She straightened her legs firing her forward and slightly off to the side of his charge, even if she missed this kick he wouldn't barrel through her. Her adrenaline started to spike again, this may be a serious situation but maybe a little enjoyment isn't out of order. "Let's see what you can do big man!" Phoebe planted her foot in the ground, her momentum causing her to spin on the spot. Drawing her free leg in to gain speed, then throwing it out again as it came round to Sven. Her heel now moving as fast as she could make it, and hopefully as accurate as she needed. At the combined speeds of her foot and Sven's full frontal charge, if this missed either she'd knock out her superior or he'd take her foot off. 'Better not miss then!' She thought as a wide grin crossed her lips, the danger only enhancing the adrenaline and dopamine rush. The rush helped slightly as the perception of time slowed just enough for her to adjust last instant to hit the collar. It was a good job Sven didn't have a beard or, well, he wouldn't any more. As her foot hit the ground she bent her knee and pushed off, reversing her inertia and leaping towards the man's back. Hopefully she could land and they could speak proper in the ensuing 'struggle'.
Sven Aune Kaya Som Sven hoped beyond hope her aim was true. He felt the sharp twang of her foot against the collar, and the thing broke, and sparked once. He endured the pain, it wasn't too bad. Then he felt Phoebe land on his back. Her arms twisted around his neck in a hold. Being as large as he was, he couldn't quite reach he middle of his back and thus couldn't reach her. It was a good plan he admitted to himself. They had a moment to talk while they "struggled" "This is all a front for an illegal gambling den. Innocent people are being exploited here for the amusement of the wealthy. We have to continue with this farce but I have to win this bout."he said. He didn't like it. "There's a woman who's working the inside of this. She's trying to expose the scandal."Tag Phoebe Volante |
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Post by Phoebe Volante on Dec 22, 2020 22:58:38 GMT
|The Pits, Adjur's arena || lt. cmdr Sven Aune|Sven hoped beyond hope her aim was true. He felt the sharp twang of her foot against the collar, and the thing broke, and sparked once. He endured the pain, it wasn't too bad. Then he felt Phoebe land on his back. Her arms twisted around his neck in a hold. Being as large as he was, he couldn't quite reach he middle of his back and thus couldn't reach her. It was a good plan he admitted to himself. They had a moment to talk while they "struggled" "This is all a front for an illegal gambling den. Innocent people are being exploited here for the amusement of the wealthy. We have to continue with this farce but I have to win this bout."he said. He didn't like it. "There's a woman who's working the inside of this. She's trying to expose the scandal." [Ens. Phoebe Volante - The Pits, Adjur's Arena] Phoebe grappled onto the the large mass of a man as he 'struggled' and explained the situation. "You have to win? Fine, but I'll be wanting a rematch later." She repositioned herself on his back, "Best make it look good then, hadn't we." She managed to plant the flat of her foot on his back and push off like a spring board. Landing a couple of metres away she bounced on her toes to regain her balance and give Sven an extra moment to adjust, before once more dashing forward and swinging her leg towards his shoulder. She knew this would do nothing against a creature this size, maybe a bruise at worst but she was banking on that the unknown audience hadn.t seen her in action yet and would conflate her small frame to little fighting experience. Like oh-so-many of her previous opponents, only this time there would be no reveal. She would have to keep up the ruse of being unskilled to the very bitter end.
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Post by Kaya Som on Dec 23, 2020 17:58:16 GMT
[...] Sherry caught the young man's eye and sauntered over to him in a most seductive fashion. Once she happened to be next to him, she placed only the tips of her fingernails, well manicured and painted red upon his shoulder and gently dragged them across to the other. "Eighty on the elf? You must be feeling lucky. The bruiser has, won the last 4 matches, and the woman is... unproven." She took a long pull off her cigarette and blew it out. "It is, of course your money to do with, so long as it's from the proceeds of your ample winnings."Her threat was real. If the young man was unable to pay off his gambling debt to her, she would expose him, and his creditor. Who happened to be the administrator of this luxurious port. She selected an hor'dourve, A slice of smoked salmon with a bit of cream cheese smear and a canapé and popped it into her mouth. A moment later Feggus appeared by their sides. "I will say, this has been the most excitemet I've seen here in some time. I do hope the both of you are enjoying yourselves."Miss X never did anything half-way, did she? Cashem tolerated her theatrics and sipped his drink. She was all cigarette smoke and perfume, or so he believed. It never occurred to Cashem that he was vulnerable. It was Celladore not the Romulan Order or whatever. "There's no fun if there's no risk," Cashem told her loud enough for Feggus to hear as he approached. But the fight had taken a strange turn - the long-limbed elf had the bear in a hold. With a smirk, Cashem lifted Miss X's hand and removed it from his shoulder. "See? He's tired and slow and old. Feggus should've brought someone fresh. Oi! Another forty!"Cashem wasn't the only one now fully engaged in the strange mis-match. Other masked patrons doubled, halved, and split their bets and another round of drinks appeared in everyone's hands. Sven Aune (Miss X, Feggus) |
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Post by Sven Aune on Dec 23, 2020 20:28:59 GMT
|The Pits, Adjur's arena || lt. cmdr Sven Aune|Sven hoped beyond hope her aim was true. He felt the sharp twang of her foot against the collar, and the thing broke, and sparked once. He endured the pain, it wasn't too bad. Then he felt Phoebe land on his back. Her arms twisted around his neck in a hold. Being as large as he was, he couldn't quite reach he middle of his back and thus couldn't reach her. It was a good plan he admitted to himself. They had a moment to talk while they "struggled" "This is all a front for an illegal gambling den. Innocent people are being exploited here for the amusement of the wealthy. We have to continue with this farce but I have to win this bout."he said. He didn't like it. "There's a woman who's working the inside of this. She's trying to expose the scandal." [Ens. Phoebe Volante - The Pits, Adjur's Arena] Phoebe grappled onto the the large mass of a man as he 'struggled' and explained the situation. "You have to win? Fine, but I'll be wanting a rematch later." She repositioned herself on his back, "Best make it look good then, hadn't we." She managed to plant the flat of her foot on his back and push off like a spring board. Landing a couple of metres away she bounced on her toes to regain her balance and give Sven an extra moment to adjust, before once more dashing forward and swinging her leg towards his shoulder. She knew this would do nothing against a creature this size, maybe a bruise at worst but she was banking on that the unknown audience hadn.t seen her in action yet and would conflate her small frame to little fighting experience. Like oh-so-many of her previous opponents, only this time there would be no reveal. She would have to keep up the ruse of being unskilled to the very bitter end.
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|The Pits, Adjur's Arena || Sven Aune|The force of the spring, was enough to push the large man forward. Phoebe was quite limber. Maybe she was part cat. She landed with nimble footing and he turned. A moment later her foot was on a collision course for his shoulder. He raised a defensive hand in an attempt to, at best, seize it by the ankle, at worst bat it away. She was right, they had to make this look good. But there was no doubt, she was good at sparring. He hated having to do this facade. "Of course, next time on the station, a one on one. No holds barred rematch." Above in the boxes with the elite of the rich looking down upon them from behind their masks.... [...] Sherry caught the young man's eye and sauntered over to him in a most seductive fashion. Once she happened to be next to him, she placed only the tips of her fingernails, well manicured and painted red upon his shoulder and gently dragged them across to the other. "Eighty on the elf? You must be feeling lucky. The bruiser has, won the last 4 matches, and the woman is... unproven." She took a long pull off her cigarette and blew it out. "It is, of course your money to do with, so long as it's from the proceeds of your ample winnings."Her threat was real. If the young man was unable to pay off his gambling debt to her, she would expose him, and his creditor. Who happened to be the administrator of this luxurious port. She selected an hor'dourve, A slice of smoked salmon with a bit of cream cheese smear and a canapé and popped it into her mouth. A moment later Feggus appeared by their sides. "I will say, this has been the most excitemet I've seen here in some time. I do hope the both of you are enjoying yourselves."Miss X never did anything half-way, did she? Cashem tolerated her theatrics and sipped his drink. She was all cigarette smoke and perfume, or so he believed. It never occurred to Cashem that he was vulnerable. It was Celladore not the Romulan Order or whatever. "There's no fun if there's no risk," Cashem told her loud enough for Feggus to hear as he approached. But the fight had taken a strange turn - the long-limbed elf had the bear in a hold. With a smirk, Cashem lifted Miss X's hand and removed it from his shoulder. "See? He's tired and slow and old. Feggus should've brought someone fresh. Oi! Another forty!"Cashem wasn't the only one now fully engaged in the strange mis-match. Other masked patrons doubled, halved, and split their bets and another round of drinks appeared in everyone's hands. Sven Aune (Miss X, Feggus) Feggus smiled wide and long, his jagged Ferengi teeth poking out in all directions. Vello had selected a good fighter. Where was that boy. No matter. He took a glass of wine and cheered as the woman used the large man's back as a spring board. "Ooh! She's a nimble as a Goskin Tick!" he squeeled with delight. Sherry pursed her lips as the impertinent young man. He had yet to learn that money and influence doesn't always save you from your follies. And she doubted that daddy would come to the rescue this time. He was already very unpopular with the locals, and another sandal would certainty hinder his dream to build the spaceport even more so. Ah, that space port. It was all a rouse. Plans to bully out and purchase the land from the locals for below fair market value, just to turn around and sell it for vast profits to any bidder willing to profit off of the actual building. She turned her turned her lips into a smile. "I see that your wager is in the lead. But like all things, it could be fleeting."
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Post by Phoebe Volante on Dec 28, 2020 14:05:37 GMT
|The Pits, Adjur's Arena || Sven Aune|The force of the spring, was enough to push the large man forward. Phoebe was quite limber. Maybe she was part cat. She landed with nimble footing and he turned. A moment later her foot was on a collision course for his shoulder. He raised a defensive hand in an attempt to, at best, seize it by the ankle, at worst bat it away. She was right, they had to make this look good. But there was no doubt, she was good at sparring. He hated having to do this facade. "Of course, next time on the station, a one on one. No holds barred rematch." Above in the boxes with the elite of the rich looking down upon them from behind their masks.... [Ens. Phoebe Volante - The Pits, Adjur's Arena] As Phoebe's foot collided with Sven's defensive hand and she only narrowly managed to pull it away before his fingers wrapped around her ankle. She pulled it back and planted it firmly on the ground right in front of her before rolling her weight forward over it then upwards. As her knees, shoulder and arm all straightened they propelled her clenched fist straight for the behemoths jawline, whuch looked like it was about to hurt her more than she was about to hurt it. Unless Sven had a glass jaw of course. 'You better not have a glass jaw, or this is not going to go well.' Either way the fight would more than likely end here. Phoebe hoped he wouldnt break too many things with his counter, she still wanted to be able to enjoy that steak later.
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Post by Sven Aune on Dec 30, 2020 17:39:43 GMT
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As it turned out, the man did not have a glass jaw. He was called the tank for a reason. The blow stung, and he grimaced with a growl, but he ignored the pain. With a quick sweep of his leg, he brought it around and under Phoebe's feet with the inclination of knocking them out from under her.
This whole vacation thing was starting to wear thin on the man. What was it with Shore Leave and Star Fleet? It was like some sort of demonic ritual that invited the unholy evil spirits in to mess with you. Then he figured that the Ferangi were, in fact real and not demonic. Not in the sense of the word.
"You need to put some pepper behind your strikes." he said off handedly. Might as well add some jibs.
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