Kieran
Combatant
I practice the style of no sword.
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The fight wasn't going well, Kieran was getting more and more tired by the second, he was sweating a bit too. He was in better shape then this, he knew it. Something was wrong with him. He couldn't wait til he got back to the Durga, he would have to get checked out here, or perhaps he could have Kur'rk scan him. The qel he trusted to be discreet, Serenity's med staff he did not. As Satian pressed him, Kieran sliped, a fatal slip if the match had been to the death, but it was only to disarm. The weapon slipped out of Kieran's sweaty hands and clattered to the ground. Thankfully, Satian had enough control to stop his own weapon there, otherwise, Kieran would need a Fed medic. The match was over, Satian had beat him. Kieran nodded, retrieved his weapon and left the match area to return his weapon to its resting place. Returning to the arena, he pulled out his communicator and tapped it, "Kieran to Kur'rk." TAG Kur'rk
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