More fighting ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ and 'Violent Vulcans'

Also some beeped out language.

Useful Phrases

Hakausu - healer

Ankh'su - warrior

Kali-k'hy, kheile'a, suus mahna - Vulcan Martial Arts

ke-tarya - hand to hand combat

Nam'tor du kobat - you are weak

sa-dor-tor - men of honour

Chapter 61 - Vuhlkan-dor-tor - Vulcan of Honour

T'Vol was very much standing guard outside the room where Sordd and Michael were fighting, except she had the ability of making it look like she wasn't standing on guard. T'Shahel was sitting on a seat beside her, obviously a bit shaken.

"T'Vol, I cannot sense sa-mekh through our bond," T'Shahel said with a slight edge in her voice.

T'Vol turned to look at her, "He will have closed the bond off, do not be concerned," she replied, "it is logical for him to do so in the current circumstances."

T'Shahel knew that here father was still alive, she would know immediately if he was not. It still was a concern though, her father was a healer not a warrior and the Terran male was filled with such anger and hate, he also had a knife, her father did not. The colour slowly drained from T'Shahel's face at the thought of her sa-mekh dying.

"T'Vol, my sa-mekh is a Hakausu not a Ankh'su," T'Shahel said with a note of concern.

T'Vol turned to her again, "Be at peace child," she said. "Your sa-mekh is adept in Sha'mura, Kali-k'hy, Kheile'a, Suus mahna and Ke-tarya, he is also highly proficient in using a Lirpa, having learned the arts since he was Avarak's age. He has also been training in some Terran martial arts. Do not be deceived he may be a Hakausu, he is also a Ankh'su!"

At this point in the conversation Peter and Adam came up to the door, they were about to open it but T'Vol stood in their way.

"We were going to check on Avarak," Peter said, still concerned about his friend.

"Avarak is not to be disturbed at the moment," T'Vol replied, "he is in need of meditation." Which was true.

Both the boys turned to look at T'Shahel, she did not look well either. "Are you ok T'Shahel?" Adam asked a note of concern in his voice.

T'Shahel looked up at the boys and said nothing, she was trying to focus on the bond with her father.

T'Vol intervened, "Would it be agreeable to you nu'ri-sa-dor to get T'Shahel a drink of kassa juice?" she asked.

"What is nu'ri-sa-dor? Peter asked.

"It means, young men of honour!" T'Vol replied mater of factly.

This pleased the boys no end, they were always being referred to as 'the children' or 'the kids' and T'Vol, the head of Vulcan security at the Embassy was calling them young men of honour!

"Ha, T'Sai," they replied, they were also learning Vulcan. "Would you like anything to drink T'Vol?" they asked in a gentlemanly fashion.

"No thank you," she replied neutrally.

There was a bit of a scuffle as they raced each other to see who could get T'Shahel the drink first.

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Sordd, who had removed his outer robe, and Michael circled each other, as they sized each other up. Michael had broad shoulders and strong arms, it was of no real consequence as Sordd was broader and stronger. It was also of no real consequence that Michael was armed with another knife, which he had had concealed on his person.

Sordd waited patiently for Michael to make the first move, that way he would be acting in self defence. The logical thing to do would be to take him out with a nerve pinch and then he would be taken into Vulcan custody, that was the logical thing to do, but not the 'satisfying' thing. He had harassed she who was now his wife for years, he had threatened her with a knife today, he would pay for it. Just now by being given a beating, and then on Vulcan when he would face the authorities. Yes, he would make sure that he was extradited to Vulcan.

Michael made his move, lunging towards Sordd with the knife. Sordd quickly punched the knife out of Michael's hand, using the rotation of his own body, a very simple but effective krav maga move.

The knife flew in Senek's direction, which he quickly removed for evidence.

Michael was taken aback by the swiftness of the move, but he was not going to let it hinder him, he could fight without a knife. He let the fury and rage take over. Fury that Mimi had rejected him and rage that she was now married to a Vulcan of all things, she was supposed to be his wife! He charged Sordd in an attempt to tackle him and pin him to the ground, it didn't work as Sordd swiftly moved out the way, Michael stumbled, nearly losing his footing but not quite...

Michael quickly turned around again to face his opponent, he was quicker on his recovery than Sordd had anticipated, he raised his fists and punched Sordd hard in the face. Although Sordd was not quick enough to avoid the punch he was quick enough to brace for the impact, he recovered quickly from the blow.

Michael, came at him again trying to deliver an even more powerful blow, Sordd deflected it with his right hand then punched Michael with his left, sending him reeling to the ground. In his mind Sordd could see the bruises that Michael had made on Mimi's arms...

"Get up, coward!" Sordd demanded.

"Don't call me a coward," he shouted with rage, he hated anyone calling him names.

"It is an apt description," Sordd replied neutrally. Sordd circled around him again, giving him time to get back up on his feet.

Michael was dazed but then recovered quickly. He stood to his feet again, the rage still egging him on. "You know she is a #&£!?" he spat the words out.

This incensed Sordd, "Do not dare to speak of she who is my wife in such a fashion." Sordd punched him, breaking his nose, then jabbed the heel of his hand into his throat, careful not to use so much force that he would break the man's neck. That was for the bruises on Mimi's face...

Again Michael recovered, but not so quickly as the last time. Michael reared his hand back and went in for another blow, which he somehow managed to land on Sordd's chest, he was aiming for his face.

"Is that the best you can do?" Sordd mocked, "Or is it that you only succeed when you are hitting women?" Inwardly disgusted that someone would do such a thing. Sordd swung his right hand and landed a punch on Michael's left cheek, that was for Amanda ... Michael was dazed again, the blood was starting to stream down his face. However, he was not willing to admit defeat, especially not against a Vulcan!

Sordd took a slight step back which Michael saw as a retreat so he went in for the attack again, he tried to deliver a powerful punch to Sordd's nose but when he aimed his punch, Sordd caught his hand and pushed it back. Michael then swung with his left arm and landed a punch on Sordd's right cheek, he recovered quickly. In response Sordd landed a punch above Michael's right eye, that was for the other women he harassed.

Michael's eyes were wild with rage and he went on the attack again, despite blood streaming from his wounds, he lunged towards Sordd in another attack, forgetting about defence, a mistake that he would regret. Sordd used Michael's own momentum to throw him swiftly to the ground, face down, holding him in place with the weight of his own body. Michael bucked against it but the effort was futile.

"Nam'tor du kobat!" Sordd said as Michael was trying to buck against him.

"I don't understand your stupid Vulcan language!" he replied.

"It means you are weak," Sordd replied neutrally.

Michael struggled further, to no avail, "She is a #&£!" he shouted, this was his only method of attack now.

Sordd leaned down over him, while still pinning him down, and whispered in his ear, "I told you not to use that word." Sordd pulled on Michael's arm sending a sharp pain along it.

"Argh!" Michael cried out. "She's a # &£% then," Michael snarled. Sordd pulled his arm tighter. "Argh!" Michael cried out again.

"It is not so nice when you are on the receiving end," Sordd said calmly.

Refusing to be defeated Michael spoke again, "She's a &£#, she will cheat on you!"

"Apologise," Sordd demanded, incensed at the verbal attack on his wife, upon she who he had just vowed to cherish and protect. He pulled on Michael's arm again, Sordd knew just how hard to pull without making the bones break.

"Aaugh!" Michael cried out, but still refused to say sorry.

"Apologise, or I will break your arm and then your neck," Sordd said truthfully, his patience was wearing very thin. Sordd looked down at Michael, although he was still being vociferous, his eyes were filled with fear.

"You wouldn't dare!" Michael spat out.

"Do not tempt me," Sordd replied. "Apologise!" he demanded, changing tack slightly he twisted the man's arm in what was an excruciatingly painful move for Michael.

Michael was overcome with the pain of it, "I'm sorry!" he cried out, "I'm sorry!" he shouted with a look of defeat in his eyes.

Satisfied that the man had apologised, although Sordd knew he probably didn't mean it. Satisfied that he had received a beating, although in Sordd's eyes at the moment it was maybe not sufficient enough. Satisfied that Michael was being brought to justice. Satisfied that he would not get use of a dermal regenerator anytime soon, Sordd would make sure of it, after all Michael did not allow Mimi to go to a hospital when her injuries were more serious. Satisfied that he had successfully defended his mate, she who was HIS wife. Sordd calmly pinched him out.

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