[b]Fight Club // Jerven Trexi // Voyager Halls // 6:56 PM[/b] [i]"The -blam!- you just say?" Jerven angrily asked of one of the fellow mercenaries onboard the supersized vessel as the pair circled one another. Jerven's glowing emerald eyes locked onto the blue pair of the human as he produced a rapier, the silver blade of the pointed sword matching the pair of gauntlets he wore. Jerven remained unarmed however, because this blue-skinned brawler wasn't really one to use a sword or pistol in a fight. That would certainly prove to be his bane in many encounters through space, but he hoped that he'd be fairly safe if he played the next encounter smartly. "I said that I'm surprised you're on a spaceship and not in prison. What, you take too many dicks in the mouth that they started stuffing cum in your ears?" The human said. "No, now stop trying to tell me your fantasies, I don't play for that team." Jerven retorted as his fists clenched and his cobalt shaded knuckles became a cyan colour, and more akin to his face's bluish colour. The sword wielding human just chuckled to the group that formed around the two, which was growing to become larger and larger with each passing second. Eventually the human and the remyre both came to a halt, and the swordsman lunged forwards in a swift stabbing motion, which warranted Jerven to step right. The blueskin delivered a strong punch to the swordsman's face which sent him recoiling back, as blood trickled down to his lip and dripped to the floor. The human came back strong though and punched Jerven in the left lower jaw with his swords hilt, which forced the remyre to fall on the ground. He hadn't broken bone seeing as remyre bones were near unbreakable without the aid of firearms or something of that sort, but it definitely did bruise Jerven's face and leave a fattened marking. He stood back up a second later as the swordsman went to stab at his stomach, which was a hit that just barely pierced Jerven as he stepped back. The crowd all shouted and hollered which would certainly attract attention, and the swordsman retrieved his blade from Jerven's gut. The swordsman walked away as blood started to stain the slate grey tee shirt Jerven wore. He wasn't going to die from a smaller scale flesh wound but damn did it hurt for him. So he decided to walk and find a medical wing of the supercruiser as a trail of blood would follow him, occasionally allowing itself to stain the steel floors beneath Jerven. Being weaponless in space was a retarded call, but that's the call he made. [/i] ((Open to the Voyager crew))