maH wa' - Lucky Escape

[general_chang]

[Chang utterly missed the flood and he's feeling pretty darned good about it.] It is good that the turbulence did not affect me, I do not believe Klingon opera is suitable for my...[vicious grin] fellows' delicate ears.

[He shrugs.] If you were affected, I am not unfeeling of your anguish, being control beyond your will, we have all experienced this, have we not?

Spar with me and vent your frustration, hmm?

[OOC: Here ends my spam, folks. Sorry about that.]

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[general-chang.livejournal.com]

We do it on purpose.

Good. The gym. Ten minutes?

[Assume fight, spam convo afterwards if you like? I'm just not terribly good at writing this stuff, despite apping a Klingon.]

[bigbad]

[He laughs.] fair enough.

All right, see you there. Name's Spike, by the way.

[ooc: Sure! I don't know enough about Klingons to know if he or Spike would win. I know that Spike is a lot stronger and faster than humans and has a tendency to not stay down or give up even against opponents who are a lot stronger than him, and he's got a hundred plus years of fighting experience.]

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

Chang.

[Chang is around 115, so just over a hundred himself. He's also a former Quch'cha, which means, that he was born with the results of a genetic disease derived from Augment DNA, which means even though he looks weaker than most Klingons, they were much stronger, just more sensitive to things like loud sounds and disease. So not terribly unevenly matched?]

[Chang arrives promptly and waits for Spike.]

[bigbad]

[Spike arrives a little after that, all swagger and confidence. After a good, long chunk of fighting, they agree to a draw. Spike laughs as he rubs at his shoulder, which took a particularly bad hit.]

Well, that was fun.

[general-chang.livejournal.com]

[He smiles and stretches his very bruised arm, and ignores the blood coming from his ear.] Yes, it was.