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Don't think about it, don't think about any of it. Trust in yourself, in the skills you've worked so hard to
achieve and maintain.
The Blooded Hunter handed the mask to Topknot, who then handed it to her. He didn't speak a single
word of encouragement or even look at her, but she was deeply moved by the gesture nonetheless.
Com-pared to a yautja skull, hers was thin as paper.
He knows that I don't deserve this, not with a novice.She'd been Blooded when she joined them, she'd
never had to prove her status in hand-to-hand, and be-ing asked to fight an unBlooded was a serious
slight. Hunter politics that she couldn't begin to understand were at play here, perhaps instigated by the
young Leader she'd dared to touch.
Topknot spoke and gestured as she donned the mask, his deep, rolling voice filling the heated air.
No-guchi only half translated to herself, too intent on her breathing, on psyching herself up for the fight.
. . .this is Clan and not Clan waging for honor . . . standard rules . . . when the matter is decided
the first transports will leave for Hunt . . .
Deep breaths, slow and even. Her ragged braids were already plastered to her skull, her face dripping in
the close confines of the mask. She heard Shorty's name and then her own, the name bestowed on her
by Broken Tusk, Dahdtoudi.
Small knife, it means small knife because I am small but
deadly sharp, and I will win. I will best my opponent because I am faster and sharper, I am a warrior
and he is no one.Standard rules, whoever was knocked off the stage or knocked out first lost the fight.
Shorty would lose, /am the better fighter, more experienced . . .
The crowd roared anew as Topknot stepped off the lightly padded platform and Shorty moved to the
cor-ner farthest from her. It was time. Noguchi closed her eyes for a half second, found her center, then
boosted herself onto the stage with one hand.
As soon as she was on her feet, Shorty crouched, growling, his arms spread wide. He was small for a
Hunter but bigger than she, probably twice her weight if only a half meter taller. If he managed to get his
claws on her, the fight would be over.
Sodon't let it happen.
It was the last full thought she had before she let her instincts take over, crouching herself, ready to
de-fend. The yautja howled for action, the platform trem-bling as they crushed against it for a better
view.
With a wild, guttural scream, Shorty rushed her. He thrust one meaty hand forward to swat at her head,
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easily enough power to break her neck
 and she sidestepped as she reached up and cupped his wrist with both of her hands, swung her
up-per body into his lunge, down and left. She let him do the work, simply redirecting his charge.
Wham!Shorty went down, landing heavily on one shoulder, his weight pulling him ass over to land flat on
his back. The room erupted in excited shouts, fury and disbelief and a desire for more, more battle,
blood or death.
The unBlooded yautja crawled to his feet, his man-dibles spreading wide as he screamed his anger. He
was furious,use it
A leap toward her and Shorty swept his right arm at her head, still shrieking. Noguchi dropped, bringing
her leg out and around, hitting the hot flesh of his an-kles with the side of her foot as hard as she could.
Wham!
As soon as he hit the floor she was up, dancing backwards, barely hearing the cacophony of almost
fe-ral screams that filled thekehrite.
Shorty lunged up from where he'd fallen, the ha-tred in his tiny eyes now tainted with something new,
pain, uncertainty, she didn't bother to guess. Heflew at her, kicking off from the padded floor, his entire
body a ram that would crush her
 and she kicked her feet up and out, landed on her butt as he reached her, lifted her legs and found his
muscled belly with her bare feet. A single motion, Shorty continued his limited flight over her rolling body
as she helped him along.
Wham,and there was a grunt of escaping air this time, a sound of pain and shock that only she could
hear over the shrill cries of the watchers.
 finish this
She leapt up and took one running jump, Shorty still rising from the stage,side of the knee
 and her right foot slammed into his leg, not breaking the cap but surely bruising it badly, definitely pain
on his face now as he reflexively grabbed his wound
 and Noguchi landed and spun, bringing her foot up again, the full force of her body's momentum
be-hind the roundhouse kick to his jaw. Strings of saliva flew from his mouth and he collapsed, elbows
on the floor, his head hanging.
On all fours as he was, there was little chance that she could knock him off of the platform but
rendering him unconscious was a distinct possibility, and defi-nitely the more gratifying of the two. She
couldn't let him recover, it would have to be fast, and she stepped back, ready to run, to deliver another
well-placed kick
 and someone grabbed her foot. Talons closed around her ankle, holding on, pulling her off-balance.
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