Through The Darkness Falling 23/?
Sequel to: Journey of Love
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from
Babylon 5.
Authors notes: Rated PG-13. Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
[…] Denotes thoughts
The Resolution of One Fight and The Beginning of Another
Turning back to Salic I saw him standing haughtily before me, looking anything but concerned as I walked back towards him. Salic was lazily twirling his denn'bok smirking at me, ignoring the glare I sent his way in response.
"Well, now that we are all gathered, let's finish what we began." Salic said, bowing slightly to first Neroon and then myself. I did likewise cautiously, while watching Salic for any under-handed movement, for although his fighting and character up until now have suggested he is honorable, I was taking no chances while my future was in his hands.
I threw the first attack this time around and didn't stop once my pike hit it's target. I was through fighting defensively, with Neroon and the Clan depending on the outcome of this fight, I fought unerringly forward. I didn't give Salic a moment to catch his breath as I continued the offensive.
I swept his legs out from under him and swung my denn'bok overhead trying to connect with his face. He barely moved out of the way in time to avoid the blow. As he rolled away, our legs caught together and I fell hard onto the ground. When my arm hit the stone my denn'bok got away from me, rolling from my grasp. I lay breathing heavily as I tried to crawl to my weapon. I was intercepted by the stinging of Salic's pike on the arm in which I wield my pike. I flipped over quickly only to see Salic standing menacingly over me looking triumphant.
"Do you yield, Anla'shoc?" Salic asked arrogantly, looking down upon me from his superior height with his pike pointed at my head. I shrunk against the stone floor of the courtyard feeling utterly dejected and adrift as I stared into Salic's steady gaze, before turning my head to me left.
Maiko was watching me with something close to contempt, while Shamar looked almost sick with worry. Malinar looked like he was about to jump into the battle despite the line of men standing between him and myself. As I finally turned my face toward Neroon, I gasped as I noticed his downcast countenance for the first time. His usually proud bearing, sometimes bordering on arrogance, was slumped in defeat, his gaze on the warrior standing above me. It was his reaction that steeled me to continue, using whatever means at my disposal.
Since I was not fighting Denn'Sha there was no specific rules of fighting between the combatants. The first to achieve fist blood won, it was as simple as that. With that thought firmly in mind, and my pike out of my grasp, I wrapped a new resolve around me and kicked Salic in the side, sending him toppling to his knees.
"Not bloody likely." I snapped defiantly while twisting my legs, using their momentum to leap to my feet. A good thing because as soon as I regained my footing I was once again beset by Salic, except this time he was getting frustrated at my continued assault. I ducked down to miss the wild swing of his denn'bok as it flew whistling softly as it parted the air.
Salic continued to attack with deadly precision as I evaded each strike, moving around in a circle, blocking where I could and attacking when I saw an opening. I fought, kicked and swirled in a constant, my cloak billowing out behind me as I moved. The minutes passed slowly as we fought on, only our breathing disrupted the awed silence around us. Salic managed to get a particularly devastating hit on my shoulder, leaving my arm laying uselessly at my side. This gave him an opening in my defenses which Salic planned to utilize to his advantage.
Forcing my heavy limbs to hold me I moved away from the attacking Minbari, watching him approach slowly. Although neither of us was bleeding, we were bruised and we had many broken bones between us. I was hobbling and my left arm was useless, while Salic was bruised as well and moving rather stiffly. By luck only, did I managed a spinning-heel kick to the side of Salic's head in utter desperation with the last of my energy.
It was only once I noticed a small trickle of blood falling down the side of Salic's face that I exhaustedly collapsed in place. I could barely stand as I saw the blood drip of the stone floor of the courtyard. I watched captivated as a small drop, followed by others left its mark. Salic followed my gaze, unaware of the cut on his cheek. Once he realized what he was seeing he followed my lead, leaning on his pike to keep him upright. He walked toward me stumbling with each step, nearly on the end of his reserves. I stood my ground hesitantly, only to be completely surprised when he bowed deeply to me, almost toppling over with the effort.
"My apologies, Alit." Salic bowed respectfully. The Craedem watched their leader in silence before snapping to attention all around us. It seemed that my thoughts about their loyalty to him were correct; when as one entity they bowed deeply to both of us.
I was so exhausted that I didn't notice any further threat from behind me. I was knocked to me knees when I was struck harshly in the back of my head. Before I could turn around and confront my unknown attacked I was knocked to the ground viciously.
"You would bow to him?" Macarle screamed disgustedly, from behind me. "To think I willingly followed you Salic. You are weak!"
Before Salic could respond either with words or violence, Neroon stalked forward, the crowd ceding to his approach. Warriors stepped back and a path was cleared for the Satai as he stepped to the middle of the courtyard.
"You have no cause to call others weak after what you attempted to do to my mate, Macarle." Neroon bellowed intimidating as I watched through blurry vision from the ground. Neroon ignored my glaring, but went into no further details either, thankfully. "I doubt you still have any honor in your black soul."
"What do you think you are doing, Neroon?" I called out, spitting blood from my mouth in distress, recognizing the look in his eyes as he stalked Macarle, for I had seen it once before… in Downbelow. I tried to stand shakily, only to fall back down again.
"Only what I must." Neroon answered me quietly, looking at Macarle with intense hatred and resolve.
"If one such as you doubts my honor, then a fine day it must be, traitor!" Macarle sneered disdainfully. "I care not for your opinion. If Salic won't destroy that whore then I have no problem taking up the mantle where he failed."
With no warning the Minbari charged at me only to be knocked from his course by Neroon's extended pike. Before Macarle could respond, Neroon stepped in front of me protecting me from further attack.
"I challenge you to Denn'Sha!" Neroon snarled furiously. "And this time I have no intentions of stopping until on of us are no longer breathing."
"With pleasure, Satai." Macarle answered arrogantly, sneering Neroon's title disrespectfully.
Neroon made no further comments as he extended his denn'bok to its full length and moved to attack. Both the Clan Leaders and the Craedem watched in stunned disbelief as they saw the beginning of a second pike fight in as many hours, this time between Neroon and Macarle. This one however was to the death.
Sequel to: Journey of Love
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Marcus and Neroon, or anyone else from
Babylon 5.
Authors notes: Rated PG-13. Contains slash: two males in a romantic/sexual (although not explicit) relationship. If this offends you please turn back now.
[…] Denotes thoughts
The Resolution of One Fight and The Beginning of Another
Turning back to Salic I saw him standing haughtily before me, looking anything but concerned as I walked back towards him. Salic was lazily twirling his denn'bok smirking at me, ignoring the glare I sent his way in response.
"Well, now that we are all gathered, let's finish what we began." Salic said, bowing slightly to first Neroon and then myself. I did likewise cautiously, while watching Salic for any under-handed movement, for although his fighting and character up until now have suggested he is honorable, I was taking no chances while my future was in his hands.
I threw the first attack this time around and didn't stop once my pike hit it's target. I was through fighting defensively, with Neroon and the Clan depending on the outcome of this fight, I fought unerringly forward. I didn't give Salic a moment to catch his breath as I continued the offensive.
I swept his legs out from under him and swung my denn'bok overhead trying to connect with his face. He barely moved out of the way in time to avoid the blow. As he rolled away, our legs caught together and I fell hard onto the ground. When my arm hit the stone my denn'bok got away from me, rolling from my grasp. I lay breathing heavily as I tried to crawl to my weapon. I was intercepted by the stinging of Salic's pike on the arm in which I wield my pike. I flipped over quickly only to see Salic standing menacingly over me looking triumphant.
"Do you yield, Anla'shoc?" Salic asked arrogantly, looking down upon me from his superior height with his pike pointed at my head. I shrunk against the stone floor of the courtyard feeling utterly dejected and adrift as I stared into Salic's steady gaze, before turning my head to me left.
Maiko was watching me with something close to contempt, while Shamar looked almost sick with worry. Malinar looked like he was about to jump into the battle despite the line of men standing between him and myself. As I finally turned my face toward Neroon, I gasped as I noticed his downcast countenance for the first time. His usually proud bearing, sometimes bordering on arrogance, was slumped in defeat, his gaze on the warrior standing above me. It was his reaction that steeled me to continue, using whatever means at my disposal.
Since I was not fighting Denn'Sha there was no specific rules of fighting between the combatants. The first to achieve fist blood won, it was as simple as that. With that thought firmly in mind, and my pike out of my grasp, I wrapped a new resolve around me and kicked Salic in the side, sending him toppling to his knees.
"Not bloody likely." I snapped defiantly while twisting my legs, using their momentum to leap to my feet. A good thing because as soon as I regained my footing I was once again beset by Salic, except this time he was getting frustrated at my continued assault. I ducked down to miss the wild swing of his denn'bok as it flew whistling softly as it parted the air.
Salic continued to attack with deadly precision as I evaded each strike, moving around in a circle, blocking where I could and attacking when I saw an opening. I fought, kicked and swirled in a constant, my cloak billowing out behind me as I moved. The minutes passed slowly as we fought on, only our breathing disrupted the awed silence around us. Salic managed to get a particularly devastating hit on my shoulder, leaving my arm laying uselessly at my side. This gave him an opening in my defenses which Salic planned to utilize to his advantage.
Forcing my heavy limbs to hold me I moved away from the attacking Minbari, watching him approach slowly. Although neither of us was bleeding, we were bruised and we had many broken bones between us. I was hobbling and my left arm was useless, while Salic was bruised as well and moving rather stiffly. By luck only, did I managed a spinning-heel kick to the side of Salic's head in utter desperation with the last of my energy.
It was only once I noticed a small trickle of blood falling down the side of Salic's face that I exhaustedly collapsed in place. I could barely stand as I saw the blood drip of the stone floor of the courtyard. I watched captivated as a small drop, followed by others left its mark. Salic followed my gaze, unaware of the cut on his cheek. Once he realized what he was seeing he followed my lead, leaning on his pike to keep him upright. He walked toward me stumbling with each step, nearly on the end of his reserves. I stood my ground hesitantly, only to be completely surprised when he bowed deeply to me, almost toppling over with the effort.
"My apologies, Alit." Salic bowed respectfully. The Craedem watched their leader in silence before snapping to attention all around us. It seemed that my thoughts about their loyalty to him were correct; when as one entity they bowed deeply to both of us.
I was so exhausted that I didn't notice any further threat from behind me. I was knocked to me knees when I was struck harshly in the back of my head. Before I could turn around and confront my unknown attacked I was knocked to the ground viciously.
"You would bow to him?" Macarle screamed disgustedly, from behind me. "To think I willingly followed you Salic. You are weak!"
Before Salic could respond either with words or violence, Neroon stalked forward, the crowd ceding to his approach. Warriors stepped back and a path was cleared for the Satai as he stepped to the middle of the courtyard.
"You have no cause to call others weak after what you attempted to do to my mate, Macarle." Neroon bellowed intimidating as I watched through blurry vision from the ground. Neroon ignored my glaring, but went into no further details either, thankfully. "I doubt you still have any honor in your black soul."
"What do you think you are doing, Neroon?" I called out, spitting blood from my mouth in distress, recognizing the look in his eyes as he stalked Macarle, for I had seen it once before… in Downbelow. I tried to stand shakily, only to fall back down again.
"Only what I must." Neroon answered me quietly, looking at Macarle with intense hatred and resolve.
"If one such as you doubts my honor, then a fine day it must be, traitor!" Macarle sneered disdainfully. "I care not for your opinion. If Salic won't destroy that whore then I have no problem taking up the mantle where he failed."
With no warning the Minbari charged at me only to be knocked from his course by Neroon's extended pike. Before Macarle could respond, Neroon stepped in front of me protecting me from further attack.
"I challenge you to Denn'Sha!" Neroon snarled furiously. "And this time I have no intentions of stopping until on of us are no longer breathing."
"With pleasure, Satai." Macarle answered arrogantly, sneering Neroon's title disrespectfully.
Neroon made no further comments as he extended his denn'bok to its full length and moved to attack. Both the Clan Leaders and the Craedem watched in stunned disbelief as they saw the beginning of a second pike fight in as many hours, this time between Neroon and Macarle. This one however was to the death.