*Xi-Qun, being off his shift, walks into the gym. He heads for the lockers and comes out in white cotton pants, loose, verging on baggy, and no shirt. He is clearly toned, not a body builder but obviously someone that has had fought for most of his life.* Xi-Qun, muttering: Well, let's start the routine... *He does a few…
*He puts two fingers to his temple* Loki: Haven't you ever read strategy texts? Every great general and strategist in the history of the bloody universe knew when to retreat. Living to fight another day and all that. Plus it helps when you retreat and have double the enemy numbers as reinforcements... *He sighs* Loki: But…
*Loki rubs his shoulder, which seems to gleam a little with white light, He hadn't been sheilding himself when she brushed past* Loki: That, or she's predicting your moves. Body language is very easy to understand when the opponent is angry. She pobably knows how to read someone because she's been fighting for so long...
*He looks at Jack* Loki: Why another knife? I mean, sure, after you've beaten her. But another knife won't ensure a victory. Well, maybe if you were sure that you were better... Anyway, I'm pretty sure she might have something better than a knife next time.
*He rolls his eyes* Loki: Exactly. You brought fists to a fight to the death. When she pulls a knife, you need to pull a rifle. Or heavily advanced twilight abilities that wip her a** in ten seconds....
*Loki appears infront of her, arms crossed* Loki: Ohhh, no you aren't. You aren't ready to fight her yet... You need to learn more about your abilities first. OOC: Damn, does he sound like a video game level resticter or what?
Baroan: Well, okay... *He looks at Tran and Drevrex* Baroan: Well, thank you for helping, gentleman. On my behalf and my friend's, I extend gratitude. *Nods to Oliah, and she and the Marines beam up* Baroan: Llaet'rrh daehlens. Uh, how do you say, live long and prosper? *He shakes his head and beams up* T'eal: Sir, you…
Loki: Allright... *His hands start to glow white and he moves his hands to the problem areas, feeling the energy go into the wounds and stitch up the ruptures. A few minutes later, he is down*
Loki: Internal bleeding, open cuts, bruises, and her energy seems to be a little out of wack. S***, the targ even stabbed her a**! *He starts looking her over without moving her.* Loki: Look I might be able to help, but I have no idea really. I've never really healed anyone...
*Loki, realizing that the fight is over, quickly homes in on Tara. He disappears.... And reappears a few minutes later, next to the Man* Loki: Whats happened?
Spotter 1 of 10: Who the hell are you?! Never mind, kill 'im boys! *Loki smiles and disappears, akin to the Chesher cat. He appears behind one of the spotters, blasting his head with energy.* Loki: Now, now. Don't be making bad decisions... *The group turn and fire, but nothing is there. He appears again, two metres from…
The Romulan: S***... *He quickly leg sweeps Mira, failing or not, and blinks out. He blinks in behind the spotters, looking the epitome of the 21st century killer.* The Romulan: Hello, boys. I'm Loki, and I'll be your killer tonight. *He gives them his best waiter smile* OOC: There! I named him!
OOC: I like that. *THe spotter feels a tap on his shoulder. As he turns around, the Romulan throws a punch right in his face, glowing with twilight energy.* The Romulan, as the spotter is falling: Well, thats done...
Baroan, incredulous: And how do you people kill those things so quickly? The one I fought took at least a good day, and that was with three ships bombarding it and an entire platoon of Marines!
OOC: Um, could I still introduce the Romulan to Tara A? As a less joking thing, if you want. I think he still has somewhat of a need to help someone, and he thinks Tara will be fine with 'the Man' (Oh, scary). And those inhibitors work, for him at least since he hasn't reached full power yet. Thats why he isn't helping her.