Du’Ralle growled as the blade sliced through his flesh and threw his bat’leth to the floor. “You cheated!” he exclaimed as he cradled his wound, watching as blood poured onto the ground. Ryalla scowled, her telltale blue Andorian twitching as she threw her own knife to the ground and squared up to the young Klingon in front of her. “I did not cheat, perhaps if you spent more time surveying the battlefield and planning your strategy, rather than just swinging that overgrown pitchfork around, you would stand more of a chance…” she offered as she picked up his bat’leth and thrust it back at him.

Du’Ralle snatched the blade off her with his good arm and began to raise it above her head, wincing in pain. Ryalla put a hand up and shook her head. “Now that isn’t very honorable is it? You have been bested in combat by a superior warrior, your people must have some kind of rules about attacking an unarmed opponent, besides which, you look like you’re about to pass out. He scoffed as he threw the bat’leth down again. “Klingons do not pass out!” he shouted as he made his way towards the door in a huff and promptly collapsed in the doorway to the holosuite.

Ryalla chuckled and shook her head. “Don’t tell me that was an actual attempt at humour?” she asked and she wandered over to her friend. The two teenagers were often getting themselves into trouble and although there was the odd cross word, for the most part they were inseperable. Ryalla playfully nudged Du’Ralle with her boot. “Come on, I’m hungry…” she grumbled. Ryalla gulped as she noticed he wasn’t moving. Nudging him a bit harder she said with a bit more panic in her voice, “come on, stop messing around…” she added as she rolled him over onto his back and gasped as she saw the pool of blood under him. She had been so busy taunting him, she hadn’t noticed that she had injured him that severely. She knew she was going to get in to trouble for reprogramming the holosuite and disengaging the safeties yet again but there was not a lot else she could do. She tapped her comm badge as she frantically looked for something to stem the bleeding.

=^= Um…medical emergency in holosuite 6! =^= she screeched down the comm badge as she stripped her top half down to her vest and pressed her shirt into the wound to stop the bleeding. “I’m sorry…” she whispered to her unconcious companion, hoping that someone would come quickly.

Mother Hen (GM)