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Post by rolyat on Oct 24, 2007 20:59:14 GMT -5
well you want to fight me i do not want to hurt my freind but if you want to we can but you do not use those claws this will be a freindly fight not a war battle and i will not use any weapons that i have on me will this work for you my good freind
::take a drink of the blood wine and set the glass back down hard on the table::
so want are some of the rules you have my freind
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Post by fetchstorm07 on Oct 24, 2007 21:22:16 GMT -5
He heard Rol'yat's glass hit the table with more force then necessary and he got the impression he was trying to intimidate him. He merely shrugged
If you wish to you the weapons you have on your person, be my guest, although I have no protection from the sharpness of your blades. Should you decide to use your blades, then it is only fair I use my claws
We shall fight until one of us is pinned and unable to move. if you wish, we both can use the Lounge furniture. Are we agreed?
He paused, waiting for his response
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Post by rolyat on Oct 25, 2007 21:31:12 GMT -5
we will not use no weapons and you keep the claws in if you let them out then i will use the weapons i know you do not have any protction and i do not want my freind to get hurt with weapons so we will use want ever is in here and i will lock the doors and all comms will be turn off where there will be no call out for any help and if the loundge is distory we will take the blame for it not one person
::takes a drink waiting for him to agree to it::
so want do you think on that
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Post by fetchstorm07 on Oct 26, 2007 6:35:46 GMT -5
A humourous glint reached his eyes and his tail spiraled into a small helix as he heard Rol'yat mentioning the locking of the doors
"Why lock it when one of us may be going through it"? He would ask before the humor passed and he then leveled a glare at the still sitting and drinking Klingon
"What I think on that is that you are talking too much. Are you gonna just sit there and fight me with words?"
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Post by rolyat on Oct 26, 2007 19:48:04 GMT -5
::picks up the glass and takes the last drink from the glass and then toss it on the floor::
so i talk to much funny then
::picks him up and toss him on the table and the table brakes::
::then picks him up again and toss him on the floor::
so i talk to much
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Post by fetchstorm07 on Oct 27, 2007 10:31:48 GMT -5
Being slammed through a table only served to aggravate him. Then as he was hefted up to be slammed to the floor, he slammed his hands into the klingon's ears, allowing him to break the hold before he was slammed to the ground
As he came down to regain his feet, he twisted in mid-air and kicked Rol'Yat hard enough to send him flying over a couple tables
As he charged in and picked Rol'Yat up, he replied "Yes, you talk too much" , then proceded to throw him into the far wall
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Post by rolyat on Oct 28, 2007 8:22:14 GMT -5
::after hitting the wall reaches out and gets his arm and then grab him and toss him into the wall and picks him up and through him on the bar and his head hitting all the bottles and glasses that was left on it then toss him on the table ::
i will work on it but you are the one that is talking all the time
::then pick him up and toss him on the wall and i hard a::
huff did that hard the little kitten
::with a smile on the face::
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Post by fetchstorm07 on Oct 28, 2007 10:55:09 GMT -5
He grunted slightly as he was tossed onto the bar and then, with help, he slid long it's length, breaking and sliding the bottles and glasses that were in the way. He had enough presense of mind to use his claws only to slow and eventually stop his momentum, his claws making a loud screech on the surface of the bar. He put his claws back in as he used his tail as a combination whip and club. He heard his little taunt with Rol'yat calling him a "kitten" just as he snapped his tail and hit him in the back of the head
As Rol'yat staggered with the force of the hit, he sprang up and off the bar, then landed behind him, reaching around to grab his midsection, saying "Not as much as this is going to hurt" then proceeded to pick him up and fall backwards, dumping Rol'Yat very hard on the back of his head on the floor
He then sprang back up and moved away from Rol'yat, waiting for his next move, if it should come
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Post by rolyat on Oct 29, 2007 21:18:25 GMT -5
::after getting up and grabs the tail and pulls him back to me and then picks him up and toss him against the wall and then picks him up and throw him very hard to the back of the bar and the bottles falls on him and part of the shelves hits him in the head and then stand there with the bottle of blood wine and drinks it and finish it and throw the bottle on the floor::
looks at him and yes you are a kitten not a cat and i seen meaner kittens than you
::seeing him getting up slow from it::
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Post by fetchstorm07 on Oct 30, 2007 10:10:50 GMT -5
He yelped and growled like an angry panther as his tail was pulled, which also stunned him for a short time, Allowing Rol'yat to throw him into a wall then over the bar where the inventory of the shelves showered down on top of him, including the shelf itself
He layed there a moment, collecting his thoughts. In his culture, pulling one's tail, even in a fight, was playing dirty. Yes, he did get up slow, but when he did come up, his anger and strength came up with him. He picked up the shelf that fell on him, hearing his taunt that he has seen meaner cats than him, then throwing the shelf at Rol'yat, watching it hit him square in the nose and jaw
As Rol'Yat staggered back, he jumped up on the bar and launched himself into the air, plowing into Rol'Yat with a vicious shoulder tackle that would bring down a small tree. Landing on all four, he watched Rol'Yat sail backward and hit hard against the wall, almost going through it
Walking over, his tail wrapping around his waist and his fur bristling, he grabs Rol'Yat by his chest armor saying to him "If I were any meaner, I would kill you" then he threw Rol'Yat back across the lounge, knocking over a few more tables and chairs, one table landing on him as he finally came to a rest
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Post by rolyat on Oct 31, 2007 18:44:57 GMT -5
::looks at him while getting a breather::
::toss the tables out of my why and looks at him ::
while kitten are you mad or do i have to get you madder on it and i like this and one other thing you know we will have to pay for all the damage in her when we are done or we will be going to the Brig about this when the Adm comes back and see this she will be very mad
::see him on all fours ::
bring it on kitten that wish to be a big cat
::not seeing him walking up behind grabs him like a targ and then toss him against the bulk heads and then picks him up and toss him on the table and it brakes with him::
here Kitty, kitty
::trying to get him madder and playing with him on this ::
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Post by fetchstorm07 on Nov 2, 2007 9:45:10 GMT -5
He watched as Rol'yat got up a bit slow then shoved a table out of his way. He heard his little speech about having to pay for all the damages that has already been done and what will be done. He merely nods, letting him know he already knows this. He then shook his head as Rol'yat said something about him getting madder. ~ Does this fuzz-brain have a death wish? ~ he thought to himself. His momentary distraction caused a lapse in defenses and allowed Rol'yat to slam him up against the wall then he was slammed through another table
He looked up at Rol'yat as he layed there in the broken shards of the table "You wish to see my full anger? Very well.. "
He turned slightly and gave a kick to Rol'yat's solar plexus ( the stomach ), sending him stumblng back and into another table that hadn't been knocked over yet. He sprang up as Rol'Yat stumbled back, then charged in with another vicious tackle, sending them both over the table. Rol'yat managed to twist and was able to land on top but before he could react, He shoved him off of him and up into the air, close to the ceiling. Quickly standing, he jumped up and Rol'yat started his downward fall back to the deck. He gave Rol'Yat a swift punch to the jaw, a kick to the chest, then gave a double fisted sledgehammer blow to the back, increasing his speed in the free fall back to the deck. He watched Rol'Yat hit the deck with a very heavy thud. Then he landed, a second later, his 400 pound frame landing square on his chest, almost being able to feel some of Rol'yat's ribs straining or cracking under the strain. He then put a knee in the center of Rol'yats already injured chest, leaning down putting a little weight on him, then extending his 4 inch razor sharp claws to Rol'yat's throat, then he growled out a menacing "Surrender Or Die!"
His tone of voice would tell Rol'yat he would have no problem giving him a more series injury or kill him outright. In the back of his mind, he knew the Admiralty would be very displeased with this action and he would be reprimanded. He also prepared to call down to sickbay in case Rol'yat even twitched a muscle, causing his razor sharp claws to pierce the skin of his throat
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Post by rolyat on Nov 3, 2007 17:41:30 GMT -5
::seeing the blood coming off his head and the cuts and all over his body and seeing him getting weak also and and i am hurting from the him jumping on my chest but there is one cut on his head very deep ..::
yes i will be a good thing that both of us my good Friend to go to the medical soon and we will call it a draw you agree on it
::feeling the claw on the neck and seeing the blood coming off and dripping all over the place::
and one other thing i will not call you a kitten no more and i know how to get you to fight batter now and when we need it
::have a Klingon grin on my face from it::
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Post by fetchstorm07 on Nov 4, 2007 11:21:34 GMT -5
Hearing Rol'Yat submit, he retracts his claws back into his fingers and stands, taking his weight off of Rol'yat's injured and bloody body
He takes a few moments to relax, now that the "exercise" is over then looks at Rol'yat, extending his arm to offer assistance for Rol'yat to stand "I can fight just as fiercely without you trying to rouse my anger. Can you stand and walk on your own or do you need assistance?"
As Rol'yat takes his hand, he pulls him up then assists him as they both walk out of the damaged lounge, putting most of Rol'yat's weight on his shoulders. He then taps his comm badge "Lt Fetch Storm To~Vensre to Engineering. Send some Enigneers and a repair team to the main lounge. Things got a bit.. messy in there"
He spiraled his tail into a helix in humor then Rol'yat stumbled and nearly lost his footing, most likely from all his injuries and his blood loss. Course, 'Storm hasn't came out of this unscathed himself. he has quite a few bumps, bruises, nicks, cuts, and sore spots. He is limping himself as he assisted Rol'yat down to sickbay to see the doctor.
After getting confirmation that a repair team would be sent to the lounge, he picked Rol'yat up into a fireman's carry and continued to the TL with Rol'yat across his shoulder. It put a strain on him and his injured left knee but he knew, he could smell, Rol'yat was in worse condition then he is.
Entering the TL, he half growled out the destination to the computer "Sickbay". Then as the TL descended down to the deck sickbay was on, he managed to tap his comm badge again without dropping Rol'yat "Lt FetchStorm To~Vensre to sickbay. I will be coming in with two injured people, including myself. One in serious condition. Prepare to recieve them"
He recieved confirmation that sickbay would be ready just as the TL doors opened. He walked down the coorridor towards sickbay, his knee starting to hrt more with it being injured and the added weight from Rol'yat. He entered Sickbay and his knee finally decided to give out and he crumbled to the deck, grunting in pain as Rol'Yat went down with him. He grumbles to Rol'yat, as Rol'yat was still barely conscious and the medical personal rushed over to help then "I feel like I was in a battle with a Slashback.."
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Post by rolyat on Nov 4, 2007 22:49:51 GMT -5
thank you i think both of us are looking like we went to fight hundred people and won the battle not all the fights and i know you feel the same why
::walking is making my chest hurt but not very bad but it still working on me too::
so my freind you need this towl on your head where the blood will not get all over the ship
::helps wrap it on his head and wrap one on the arm where there is a very long cut on it and deep and the ones on the heead is deep and small pices of glass in them ::
one thing we need not say a thing to her and i know it will get to her in time but we have the ship clean on the why to medical we will be good
::while standing both of us getting weak from all the damage to the body and the Tl stops and the doors open and we start walking down the hallway and then we see sickbay and we walk in::
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