Shadows and Light 6/?
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.
Not related to either Journey of Love or Through the Darkness Falling
Déjà Vu
As Neroon attacked I backed away hastily moving my pike in a defensive pattern, keeping it between us as he circled me. I managed to successfully block his next three attacks barely, as I tried to keep a minimum of ten feet between us. Before I could even think of launching a counter-offensive I had been knocked off my feet by a harsh side strike to my ribs. As I went down I noticed the whispering of the recruits, all looking slightly bored. Turning my attention back towards Neroon, I noticed him looking at me in confusion carefully masked.
"If that is the extent of your effort, we should cease this exercise now." Neroon commented softly so that I only heard his whispered words. "If however, you know where the Anla'shoc I met in Down Below is hiding, perhaps we may yet show them a true exhibition of our combined expertise."
I merely glared at the Minbari towering over me. [Hiding. Pshaw! I'll show the prat who's hiding.] I gracefully rose to my feet holding my pike at attention under my shoulder. Neroon gave me a nod in approval before he began to attack in earnest. I quickly blocked each blow directed at me, only to be set upon by others.
Neroon was giving me no time to attack, as I was using all of my concentration to keep my head attached to my body. After a few minutes I decided I was growing tired of the direction in which the spar was going and quickly used my pike like a javelin and leapt away from his arm range.
Taken surprise by my unorthodox tactics he was unprepared for an attack as I viciously swept his feet out from under him with my left foot. Before I could press my advantage he was back on his feet however, this time showing no mercy whatsoever. For the next twenty minutes we attacked each other, holding nothing back. Neroon using his strength and experience to his advantage, as a few times he had me pinned beneath his superior strength. I likewise used my agility and martial arts expertise to keep the larger Minbari off-balance as we fought.
I was breathing heavily and sweating profusely as I tried to get the best of Neroon, but it seemed that even after my most dangerous attacks and unique combinations the most I could achieve was to keep him from getting in a knock out blow, and even then often it was by the skin of my teeth. Although Minbari have a much-vaunted healing ability, Neroon was still bruised and limping after so strenuous a fight, which gave me some satisfaction at least.
When this had first begun it had been a friendly spar for the sake of our students. Even though I am sure it was very educational, it had become a battle for respect, at least from my point of view. Whether either of us noticed it or not, we were holding nothing back as we attacked each other, although we used no killing blows. Other than that we fought with abandon, causing each other several injuries in the process.
Neroon had finally managed to catch me off guard as he struck my left side, hitting my lower back and ribs consecutively. This caused me to double over in pain, curling around my ribs. Before I could get back up, Neroon had viciously knocked my denn'bok from my hand, causing my fingers to go numb from the blow. As I looked up from my prone position at his feet I saw Neroon raise his pike as if to strike a killing blow. I flinched away from the Minbari standing in front of me, but he merely tapped my shoulder softly with his denn'bok in victory.
I stared at him a few moments in surprise before he offered me a hand up to my feet. I grasped his forearm in a warrior's salute as he hauled me shakily to a standing position. We both looked the worse for wear as we continued to stare at each other, slowly turning to the gathered soldiers before us. As one we straightened our postures to attention, glancing at each other from the corner of our eyes as we took in the impressed stares of our students.
"Can any one tell us of any mistakes they saw as we sparred?" I asked calmly, although I was still wired from our fight. When no one answered I got a little exasperated. "Come on people, I hope we don't have to give you another demonstration in hopes of you actually paying attention."
"Yes, Marda you have a comment?" Neroon questioned, thereby starting the first training lesson
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.
Not related to either Journey of Love or Through the Darkness Falling
Déjà Vu
As Neroon attacked I backed away hastily moving my pike in a defensive pattern, keeping it between us as he circled me. I managed to successfully block his next three attacks barely, as I tried to keep a minimum of ten feet between us. Before I could even think of launching a counter-offensive I had been knocked off my feet by a harsh side strike to my ribs. As I went down I noticed the whispering of the recruits, all looking slightly bored. Turning my attention back towards Neroon, I noticed him looking at me in confusion carefully masked.
"If that is the extent of your effort, we should cease this exercise now." Neroon commented softly so that I only heard his whispered words. "If however, you know where the Anla'shoc I met in Down Below is hiding, perhaps we may yet show them a true exhibition of our combined expertise."
I merely glared at the Minbari towering over me. [Hiding. Pshaw! I'll show the prat who's hiding.] I gracefully rose to my feet holding my pike at attention under my shoulder. Neroon gave me a nod in approval before he began to attack in earnest. I quickly blocked each blow directed at me, only to be set upon by others.
Neroon was giving me no time to attack, as I was using all of my concentration to keep my head attached to my body. After a few minutes I decided I was growing tired of the direction in which the spar was going and quickly used my pike like a javelin and leapt away from his arm range.
Taken surprise by my unorthodox tactics he was unprepared for an attack as I viciously swept his feet out from under him with my left foot. Before I could press my advantage he was back on his feet however, this time showing no mercy whatsoever. For the next twenty minutes we attacked each other, holding nothing back. Neroon using his strength and experience to his advantage, as a few times he had me pinned beneath his superior strength. I likewise used my agility and martial arts expertise to keep the larger Minbari off-balance as we fought.
I was breathing heavily and sweating profusely as I tried to get the best of Neroon, but it seemed that even after my most dangerous attacks and unique combinations the most I could achieve was to keep him from getting in a knock out blow, and even then often it was by the skin of my teeth. Although Minbari have a much-vaunted healing ability, Neroon was still bruised and limping after so strenuous a fight, which gave me some satisfaction at least.
When this had first begun it had been a friendly spar for the sake of our students. Even though I am sure it was very educational, it had become a battle for respect, at least from my point of view. Whether either of us noticed it or not, we were holding nothing back as we attacked each other, although we used no killing blows. Other than that we fought with abandon, causing each other several injuries in the process.
Neroon had finally managed to catch me off guard as he struck my left side, hitting my lower back and ribs consecutively. This caused me to double over in pain, curling around my ribs. Before I could get back up, Neroon had viciously knocked my denn'bok from my hand, causing my fingers to go numb from the blow. As I looked up from my prone position at his feet I saw Neroon raise his pike as if to strike a killing blow. I flinched away from the Minbari standing in front of me, but he merely tapped my shoulder softly with his denn'bok in victory.
I stared at him a few moments in surprise before he offered me a hand up to my feet. I grasped his forearm in a warrior's salute as he hauled me shakily to a standing position. We both looked the worse for wear as we continued to stare at each other, slowly turning to the gathered soldiers before us. As one we straightened our postures to attention, glancing at each other from the corner of our eyes as we took in the impressed stares of our students.
"Can any one tell us of any mistakes they saw as we sparred?" I asked calmly, although I was still wired from our fight. When no one answered I got a little exasperated. "Come on people, I hope we don't have to give you another demonstration in hopes of you actually paying attention."
"Yes, Marda you have a comment?" Neroon questioned, thereby starting the first training lesson