"Whooooa," says the human. She jumps, dodges back away from the hammer-like blows of the angry alien. A circle of people around them both catches her when she veers too far and shoves her away. She giggles.
"Hey, thanks, you guys. Okay, so, actually though, like, maybe you should take some breaths? Did you think about that? Like, breathing. Like-"
The next blow misses her by a hair and she shrieks, half-startled and half-delighted.
"Is this that thing I said about your mom? Because it's not my fault, you know, we had a couple of drinks, me and her and the rodeo clown, we got to talking, she's a very forward lady your mom-"
The Klingon finally hits her, two hundred pounds of armored alien against a hundred and thirty of teenage human. The human crumples, the crowd gasps. It's difficult to say whether it's in approval or dismay.
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"Hey, thanks, you guys. Okay, so, actually though, like, maybe you should take some breaths? Did you think about that? Like, breathing. Like-"
The next blow misses her by a hair and she shrieks, half-startled and half-delighted.
"Is this that thing I said about your mom? Because it's not my fault, you know, we had a couple of drinks, me and her and the rodeo clown, we got to talking, she's a very forward lady your mom-"
The Klingon finally hits her, two hundred pounds of armored alien against a hundred and thirty of teenage human. The human crumples, the crowd gasps. It's difficult to say whether it's in approval or dismay.