The soft flicker of firelight danced throughout the chamber as two figures collided once more, the thud of flesh echoing with each blow while two combatants gave it their all before spectators. One gladiator a battle scarred Klingon, the other a Gorn.

The room exploded in rancorous applaud as the Gorn struck a sound blow that sent K’sang to one knee. “Filthy Pa’taq, you should crawl back to your mothers teet and suckle like the Qa’hom you are!” the Gorn hissed as it began to showboat strutting around the arena.

“Never turn your back on an opponent…” K’sang growled, with a surge of speed the Klingon dove for the Gorn and roared as he ripped his opponents feet out from underneath. Clutching the Gorn’s ankle he wrenched the creatures foot to one side to the sound of a sickening pop. The Gorn howled in agony as K’sang continued to wrench the foot upward before the Gorn managed to roll to his side and kick K’sang in the stomach. The Klingon staggered backward as he heaved onto the arena floor.

“Dirty cheat!” The Gorn shouted as it rose, gingerly managing its ankle. “I’ll drink blood wine from a challis made from your skull!” Throwing a massive punch at the Klingon. K’sang met the Gorn with a blood fueled cry and headbutted the Gorn’s fist. Again the Gorn howled as bone emerged from the back of its hand, yet before it could regain control of the fight. K’sang drove his knuckles into the creatures throat.

Standing over the collapsing Gorn, K’sang snorted and turned his back to his opponent as he walked off the arena. “All talk…”

K’sang, CSO