Peter assembled his small team of five in the Thunderdome. They were all standing around the giant of an Intelligence officer all wearing training clothes all stood in fighting stances around their boss. Peter stood still facing His Betazoid and Vulcan junior Officers, his back facing his two young human officers. On his left stood his second in command the Andorian Lieutenant Zalle. They stood just staring at one another for thirty seconds when the two youngest officers broke the silence by nodding at each other and charging their boss. Zalle tried to word out a warning but it was too late, the two officers had tried to hit Peter on both sides who had already braced himself and once the hits connected threw them of in opposite directions, the unexpected defense took both by surprise that they didn’t manage to brace for landing so they hit the ground much harder than they should have. The man was thrown out of the ring but the woman managed to stay inside.

While this was happening Zalle rallied the other two officers for a three-point attack but by the time they managed to get within striking distance, Peter was already back up and prepared. He reached out a large hand and grabbed the smallest of the three, the Betazoid woman on his right, and swung her with great force into her Vulcan pattern. The swing was followed by a swift kick to her abdomen that threw her out of the ring right next to the young human. The Vulcan managed to grab the ground and stay inside the ring. However, this attack left him open to a fist in the temple. Peter was temporarily blinded by the hit but adapted immediately by focusing his hearing.
Two heavy breaths and half a footstep a meter to his left Combat boots, controlled breathing, Andorian sweat: Zalle Peter concluded. He focused his attention to the quiet shuffling he heard about two meters in front of him No shoes, light step no discernible breathing: Vulcan, primary target He moved quickly in the general direction of the shuffling.

The sudden movement seemed to surprise his opponents as Peter still had his eyes closed and there was a slight trickle of blood leaking from his brow meaning he couldn’t open his left eye. Peter’s Vulcan opponent took what he perceived to be the most logical attack and went for his right temple. Suddenly Peter opened his eye and went for the attacking hand’s wrist, spun in a half pirouette and used the momentum to toss the thin man out of the ring. Before he could do so much as smile at his apparent victory He was unexpectedly tackled to the ground by something small. On the ground, he was immediately grappled fast losing the use of his legs and left arm at least for the moment. His first opponent had managed to get in his blind spot and was holding him tightly with her legs. Peter could hear the heavy boots of his Andorian Second in Command moving slowly towards him, how she pursued him to let her train in those monstrosities he could never understand. Quickly he reached with his right hand placing it on the shoulder of his capturer and squeezed gently, she went limp almost immediately and Peter jumped up just in time to avoid a heavy boot where his groin had been. Peter winced audibly then laughed smugly at Zalle.

The Andorian turned to face him with anger in her eyes “Now that your handicaps are out of the game will you fight for real” She hissed at him clearly annoyed that he had managed to avoid her so far. Peter tore a piece of cloth from his wrist and used it to clean his eye whilst staring at his opponent “If you insist” He said with a mocking smile, trying to fan the flame of rage in front of him. With a loud cry, the Andorian charged the larger opponent starting with a low kick directed at his shin. The kick connected shooting a charge of pain up his leg, pain which Peter ignored as he threw a single punch in the general direction of Zalles’ chest. When the Andorian went to block it Peter revealed that it was a feint and spun around in a full pirouette and used his closer hand to land several consecutive hits into Zalle’s ribs, hitting several nerve endings that hurt quite a bit. As she winced Peter used the opportunity to take a half step back, raised his foot and kicked her in the hip with enough force to throw her out of the ring. Peter then walked slowly to the woman still lying unconscious on the ground, he leaned down and grabbed her by the collar then dragged her across the ring and tossed her out as one would a sack of potatoes. He then went slowly down in the exact middle of the ring and crossed his legs.

After a moment of catching his breath, he finally spoke =^=Computer time?=^= The response was immediate =^=Two minutes forty-three seconds from the first hit to last=^= The Computers answer seemed to amuse him whilst thoroughly annoying Zalle “Well then, how do you think you did?” He asked the group as they slowly stood up, rubbing various parts where they had been harmed. The Human woman who he had pinched was slowly gaining consciousness something that made Peter frown “Damn, I thought I had finally mastered that bloody grip” He crossed his arms for a moment. “Oh well, please sit” He told the group indicating the ground in front of him.

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