In the Beginning 25/?
Disclaimer: I neither own nor created the character of Marcus, Neroon, Babylon 5, etc… No infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-13 (possibly R in later chapters) for m/m situations and violence. SLASH. If this offends you read no further.
Not a lot of Marcus-Neroon action, but I just love writing a good fight scene.
A Proper Fight
The room stayed silent as Brasken was downed, looking a bit battered about the edges. By this point the Anla'shok were not in the best frame of mind, although none could discount the ferocity of the fight they had just witnesses. I can only assume that Jason was widely regarded as one of the best fighters among them, for the shock that rippled throughout the room was widespread indeed.
Marcus was smirking at a few of the less experienced Minbari who were looking at Jason in disbelief, never having seen a proper fight between a vastly skilled human and Minbari pairing before. Most, like I myself used to be, thought very little of humans due to remnants of feelings during the Earth-Minbari War. Although our people as a group have been striving to move beyond our prejudices, the vast majority still underestimated humans, and therefore Anla'shok as well.
"Not one of us has beaten them. That's bollocks! They must be cheating." One of the human's growled angrily, causing my fellow Star Riders to advance on him menacingly. They do not take well to others impugning their honor, especially during combat.
"Shut the bloody hell up, Ratheford and sit down!" Marcus snarled, getting in the young Ranger's face. He and a few others quickly backed down after seeing the anger in Marcus' face. "Don't ever embarrass me like that again."
Marcus waited as all of his Rangers nodded looking ashamed, and then bowed slightly to the Minbari present.
"I apologize for my crew's attitude." He told them with sincerity, before breaking out into a self-deprecating grin. "You must admit it would rankle to continually loose as often as we seem to though."
He got a few smirks and a slight smile from one or two warriors.
"It's back to training for these guys once this mission is finished." He mumbled softly looking disgruntled. "Oh well there's nothing for it I guess."
Marcus strode to the end of the practice mats and took of his cloak and outerwear, leaving only black slacks and a tight undershirt. He efficient tied his hair back into a sloppy ponytail and extended his pike. He then stepped onto the mats, facing the room looking deadly earnest.
"Any suggestions?" He asked me in an aside, studying my men carefully. I knew for a fact the only person of superior skills onboard was myself, so I nodded to Vatir who was standing to my right. "Now that's not fair. He already fought once today."
"Vatir?" I asked; smirking as I realized my CMO barely even worked up a sweat. He was still holding back quite a bit, so I was looking forward to seeing how my Marcus would fare against him. Vatir agreed silently, bowing slightly, before taking to the mats as well.
They slowly circled each other, their denn'bok twisting in the opposite directions, as they studied their opponent's movements. It was Vatir who attacked first this time, as Marcus seemed to be under no impatience to begin. Their pikes smashed together with crushing force as they each twisted, trying to disarm the other as quickly as possible.
I watched them carefully, noticing a few new moves that Marcus had added to his already extensive repertoire over the last few months. He knocked Vatir a few feet back with an overhead chop, followed by an uppercut, sending the Minbari reeling. Before Marcus could follow up on hid advantage however, Vatir rolled away from Marcus' pike. They were attacking again, this time not pausing to plan, simply defending and retreating in concert with their opponent's attack.
Vatir managed to get a hard short strike to Marcus' ribs causing him to gasp out in pain before blocking the next blow. They continued in this manner without stopping for over a half an hour. Eventually their strikes and counterattacks began to blur together, so immediate was the response.
Vatir was breathing heavily, and he had a bloody cut on his face, which disturbed his sight. Marcus was favoring his left side and limping slightly from a particularly vicious leg sweep earlier on in the competition. Just as it seemed as if the two warriors would continue the fight indefinitely, Marcus attacked Vatir with a wide variety of earthen martial arts in concert with his pike. This was so unexpected that Vatir was unprepared to parry and ended up caught underneath the human with his denn'bok held at his throat.
"Do you yield?" Marcus asked breathlessly, staring into Vatir's face.
"I yield, Anla'shok." He answered softly, watching Marcus thoughtfully as he stood up, removing his pike from it's attack position.
"Well done, Marcus." I praised as the rest of the room cheered heartily for the impressive display of skill of both men. "It seems I have quite a challenge ahead of me tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Marcus asked questioningly.
"As leader of the Star Riders I have the option of choosing my opponent. Only the most capable warrior will do. You have just beaten an elite warrior of the clan, second only to myself. That make's you worthy of facing me in combat."
"Worthy am I?" Marcus asked sarcastically. "How utterly astonishing. I shall look forward to tomorrow then."
"And I as well." I told him quietly, bowing slightly in respect, before leaving the room humming with anticipation.
Disclaimer: I neither own nor created the character of Marcus, Neroon, Babylon 5, etc… No infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-13 (possibly R in later chapters) for m/m situations and violence. SLASH. If this offends you read no further.
Not a lot of Marcus-Neroon action, but I just love writing a good fight scene.
A Proper Fight
The room stayed silent as Brasken was downed, looking a bit battered about the edges. By this point the Anla'shok were not in the best frame of mind, although none could discount the ferocity of the fight they had just witnesses. I can only assume that Jason was widely regarded as one of the best fighters among them, for the shock that rippled throughout the room was widespread indeed.
Marcus was smirking at a few of the less experienced Minbari who were looking at Jason in disbelief, never having seen a proper fight between a vastly skilled human and Minbari pairing before. Most, like I myself used to be, thought very little of humans due to remnants of feelings during the Earth-Minbari War. Although our people as a group have been striving to move beyond our prejudices, the vast majority still underestimated humans, and therefore Anla'shok as well.
"Not one of us has beaten them. That's bollocks! They must be cheating." One of the human's growled angrily, causing my fellow Star Riders to advance on him menacingly. They do not take well to others impugning their honor, especially during combat.
"Shut the bloody hell up, Ratheford and sit down!" Marcus snarled, getting in the young Ranger's face. He and a few others quickly backed down after seeing the anger in Marcus' face. "Don't ever embarrass me like that again."
Marcus waited as all of his Rangers nodded looking ashamed, and then bowed slightly to the Minbari present.
"I apologize for my crew's attitude." He told them with sincerity, before breaking out into a self-deprecating grin. "You must admit it would rankle to continually loose as often as we seem to though."
He got a few smirks and a slight smile from one or two warriors.
"It's back to training for these guys once this mission is finished." He mumbled softly looking disgruntled. "Oh well there's nothing for it I guess."
Marcus strode to the end of the practice mats and took of his cloak and outerwear, leaving only black slacks and a tight undershirt. He efficient tied his hair back into a sloppy ponytail and extended his pike. He then stepped onto the mats, facing the room looking deadly earnest.
"Any suggestions?" He asked me in an aside, studying my men carefully. I knew for a fact the only person of superior skills onboard was myself, so I nodded to Vatir who was standing to my right. "Now that's not fair. He already fought once today."
"Vatir?" I asked; smirking as I realized my CMO barely even worked up a sweat. He was still holding back quite a bit, so I was looking forward to seeing how my Marcus would fare against him. Vatir agreed silently, bowing slightly, before taking to the mats as well.
They slowly circled each other, their denn'bok twisting in the opposite directions, as they studied their opponent's movements. It was Vatir who attacked first this time, as Marcus seemed to be under no impatience to begin. Their pikes smashed together with crushing force as they each twisted, trying to disarm the other as quickly as possible.
I watched them carefully, noticing a few new moves that Marcus had added to his already extensive repertoire over the last few months. He knocked Vatir a few feet back with an overhead chop, followed by an uppercut, sending the Minbari reeling. Before Marcus could follow up on hid advantage however, Vatir rolled away from Marcus' pike. They were attacking again, this time not pausing to plan, simply defending and retreating in concert with their opponent's attack.
Vatir managed to get a hard short strike to Marcus' ribs causing him to gasp out in pain before blocking the next blow. They continued in this manner without stopping for over a half an hour. Eventually their strikes and counterattacks began to blur together, so immediate was the response.
Vatir was breathing heavily, and he had a bloody cut on his face, which disturbed his sight. Marcus was favoring his left side and limping slightly from a particularly vicious leg sweep earlier on in the competition. Just as it seemed as if the two warriors would continue the fight indefinitely, Marcus attacked Vatir with a wide variety of earthen martial arts in concert with his pike. This was so unexpected that Vatir was unprepared to parry and ended up caught underneath the human with his denn'bok held at his throat.
"Do you yield?" Marcus asked breathlessly, staring into Vatir's face.
"I yield, Anla'shok." He answered softly, watching Marcus thoughtfully as he stood up, removing his pike from it's attack position.
"Well done, Marcus." I praised as the rest of the room cheered heartily for the impressive display of skill of both men. "It seems I have quite a challenge ahead of me tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Marcus asked questioningly.
"As leader of the Star Riders I have the option of choosing my opponent. Only the most capable warrior will do. You have just beaten an elite warrior of the clan, second only to myself. That make's you worthy of facing me in combat."
"Worthy am I?" Marcus asked sarcastically. "How utterly astonishing. I shall look forward to tomorrow then."
"And I as well." I told him quietly, bowing slightly in respect, before leaving the room humming with anticipation.