Through The Darkness Falling 24/?
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
Denn'Sha
I kept my place on the ground as I watched Macarle and Neroon stalk dangerously towards each other, both their denn'bok extended to full length. I would have tried to intercept Neroon and stopped this foolishness, but at present I didn't trust myself not to collapse if I tried to rise on my own accord. This weakness did not stop me for long however, when I noticed Macarle take out a hidden dagger from his cloak.
"He's got a knife." I called to my mate as he continued fighting like an enraged dervish. The dagger barely exited its sheath before Neroon had knocked it from Macarle's hand. Unfortunately, since Neroon was so furious he was mainly concentrating on attacking the guard, thus leaving his defenses lacking. It was due to this mistake that Macarle took advantage of Neroon's anger and attacked suddenly, knocking Neroon to the ground viciously. From there, Macarle rained blow after blow upon the felled Minbari, while the Craedem watched in somber silence.
If Macarle were to beat Neroon in Denn'sha he would become Satai by default. The future of the caste set upon his fight. It looked like Macarle was determined to not only kill Neroon but also maim him before hand as Macarle continued slamming his denn'bok into Neroon's unprotected side until I heard bones crunch under the blows.
"Neroon!" I snarled furiously, trying unsuccessfully to get to my feet through the pain in my chest making it difficult to breath. "Get up and fight, damn it!"
Neroon turned his head slightly in my direction but before he could look at me, Macarle had knocked his head back into the ground with a sickening smash. Standing over Neroon's bloody body Macarle looked triumphant as he looked at his fellow Craedem, who looked away uneasily. Seeing this, Macarle stepped away from Neroon and turned his back to the bruised Minbari, instead concentrating on the crown disdainfully.
"He's not fit to wear the Warrior Caste uniform." Macarle snarled insanely, spittle flying from his lips, before pointing in my direction. "This whore has bewitched him."
I was about to interrupt his monologue when he continued on, taking a furious step toward my position on the ground. I used my denn'bok to lever myself to my feet, although I was shaking with the effort it caused me. I stood before him glaring hatefully as he continued his dispersions on both Neroon and myself.
"Once I am through with that weakling they call a Satai I will finish what I started yesterday." Macarle sneered maliciously in my face, uncomfortably close to where I stood. "I am sure that the rest of the Craedem will enjoy fucking you after I am done with you."
I suppose Macarle thought he was being quiet hissing directly in my face as he was, but with the silence of the courtyard, every warrior heard his threats against me. I was staring straight into the monster's eyes so I saw neither the Craedem step away in disgust, nor Neroon getting unsteadily to his feet behind us. I didn't see Salic step toward Macarle behind me or Maiko and Shamar move to attack from the other side.
I pulled my denn'bok away from the ground in a sudden movement causing my equilibrium to tip as I fell forward. Before I could fall completely however, and exasperate my injuries further, Salic caught me gently in his arms, hissing in pain as he did as his various injuries pulled painfully. I wasn't aware of who caught me, but before I could enquire Macarle was suddenly knocked into us, causing all three of us to stumble.
I looked up from laying on Salic's heaving chest to find Neroon fighting Macarle ferociously as if an avenging angel. Gone was the fury from earlier in the fight; in its place was an implacable determination and cold rage directed towards the Guardsman. It didn't take long for Neroon to knock Macarle's denn'bok away from his nerveless body as he sprawled flat on his back. Before the Minbari could plead for mercy Neroon threw a back-handed uppercut with his pike towards the hapless Minbari who closed his eyes waiting for the fatal blow to strike.
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
Denn'Sha
I kept my place on the ground as I watched Macarle and Neroon stalk dangerously towards each other, both their denn'bok extended to full length. I would have tried to intercept Neroon and stopped this foolishness, but at present I didn't trust myself not to collapse if I tried to rise on my own accord. This weakness did not stop me for long however, when I noticed Macarle take out a hidden dagger from his cloak.
"He's got a knife." I called to my mate as he continued fighting like an enraged dervish. The dagger barely exited its sheath before Neroon had knocked it from Macarle's hand. Unfortunately, since Neroon was so furious he was mainly concentrating on attacking the guard, thus leaving his defenses lacking. It was due to this mistake that Macarle took advantage of Neroon's anger and attacked suddenly, knocking Neroon to the ground viciously. From there, Macarle rained blow after blow upon the felled Minbari, while the Craedem watched in somber silence.
If Macarle were to beat Neroon in Denn'sha he would become Satai by default. The future of the caste set upon his fight. It looked like Macarle was determined to not only kill Neroon but also maim him before hand as Macarle continued slamming his denn'bok into Neroon's unprotected side until I heard bones crunch under the blows.
"Neroon!" I snarled furiously, trying unsuccessfully to get to my feet through the pain in my chest making it difficult to breath. "Get up and fight, damn it!"
Neroon turned his head slightly in my direction but before he could look at me, Macarle had knocked his head back into the ground with a sickening smash. Standing over Neroon's bloody body Macarle looked triumphant as he looked at his fellow Craedem, who looked away uneasily. Seeing this, Macarle stepped away from Neroon and turned his back to the bruised Minbari, instead concentrating on the crown disdainfully.
"He's not fit to wear the Warrior Caste uniform." Macarle snarled insanely, spittle flying from his lips, before pointing in my direction. "This whore has bewitched him."
I was about to interrupt his monologue when he continued on, taking a furious step toward my position on the ground. I used my denn'bok to lever myself to my feet, although I was shaking with the effort it caused me. I stood before him glaring hatefully as he continued his dispersions on both Neroon and myself.
"Once I am through with that weakling they call a Satai I will finish what I started yesterday." Macarle sneered maliciously in my face, uncomfortably close to where I stood. "I am sure that the rest of the Craedem will enjoy fucking you after I am done with you."
I suppose Macarle thought he was being quiet hissing directly in my face as he was, but with the silence of the courtyard, every warrior heard his threats against me. I was staring straight into the monster's eyes so I saw neither the Craedem step away in disgust, nor Neroon getting unsteadily to his feet behind us. I didn't see Salic step toward Macarle behind me or Maiko and Shamar move to attack from the other side.
I pulled my denn'bok away from the ground in a sudden movement causing my equilibrium to tip as I fell forward. Before I could fall completely however, and exasperate my injuries further, Salic caught me gently in his arms, hissing in pain as he did as his various injuries pulled painfully. I wasn't aware of who caught me, but before I could enquire Macarle was suddenly knocked into us, causing all three of us to stumble.
I looked up from laying on Salic's heaving chest to find Neroon fighting Macarle ferociously as if an avenging angel. Gone was the fury from earlier in the fight; in its place was an implacable determination and cold rage directed towards the Guardsman. It didn't take long for Neroon to knock Macarle's denn'bok away from his nerveless body as he sprawled flat on his back. Before the Minbari could plead for mercy Neroon threw a back-handed uppercut with his pike towards the hapless Minbari who closed his eyes waiting for the fatal blow to strike.