LtCmdr. Talos Dakora - Go Flanarian Yourself
Travis
((Gymnasium, Deck 4 - USS Artemis-A))
It was 10 to 10, with the match point on the line as Talos and Genkos approached the end of their Tassa’akai match. It had been a close game all along, with each of them scoring hits or executing last-second dodges as they were locked in silent mock combat.
Now on opposite sides of the mat from where they had started, they prepared to clash one more time. Talos' breathing was heavier than before, and the mental strain of the telepathic aspect was surprisingly intense, but he still had plenty of deuterium left in the tank to finish the match.
Dakora: ~ All comes down to this point. ~ ::He wiped sweat from his brow with the back of his off hand and shrugged.:: ~ Kinda makes all the other times we hit each other feel a little pointless, doesn’t it? ~
Genkos hit Talos with a look of mock-confusion.
Adea: ~ It’s always fun to hit you, Talos. ~
An amused grin tugged at the corner of Talos’ mouth as Genkos executed a series of stutter-step feints and twirled his akai with a flourish.
Dakora: ~People keep saying that…~
Tracking Genkos’ movement as he made his play, Talos prepared to fend off the attack. The wily MD seemed to glide toward him on rails before raising his akai high over his head in an exaggerated arc. It was all very theatrical, but then again, maybe that was what he wanted him to think. All the misdirection had him overthinking every move.
Still, instinct took over and managed to lean back as the baton came down just enough to feel the whoosh of the air it displaced against his nose.
Adea: ~ Damn ~
But of course, it wasn’t over. Even as Talos moved to capitalize on the Doctor’s apparent mistake with high high-arcing strike of his own, Genkos’ baton snapped back up toward his now unprotected ribs.
The akai smacked home with what he was sure was a very satisfying THWAP to everyone but him. He groaned, stumbling back a couple of steps and rubbing the offending spot.
Dakora: ~ Ow! Was that the damned Flanarian!?~ He gestured to the Doc with his akai.:: ~ I fall for it every time!~
Releasing his still-stinging side, Talos collapsed his akai and executed a shallow bow. When he straightened, he spoke aloud for the first time since the match had begun—suddenly struck by how strange his own voice sounded after all that focused telepathy.
Dakora: That’s eleven. The match is yours. Well done. ::He smirked.:: You bastard.
Adea: Response
Talos crossed over to the bench and scooped up his water bottle. He took a long, grateful pull of the cool liquid. The dull ache that throbbed from several different spots on his body served as a nagging reminder that he maybe wasn’t as young as he’d like to think he was anymore.
He propped on leg up on the bench to get started on a little cooldown stretch.
Dakora: You know, if MacKenzie finds out that you spent the morning wailing on me with a stick, she’s going to be jealous. ::He laughed.:: Might give you a medal..
Adea: Response
Talos continued shaking out his limbs and rubbing at the spots that took multiple hits as they talked.
Dakora: Speaking of Captains– current and former– how is Commodore Nicholotti doing? You two get any time on Risa together?
Adea: Response
LtCmdr. Talos Dakora
USS Artemis-A
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