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He slowly got back up, with some help from Yurli.

She kept grasping his arm even when he was on his feet, but let go before he could ask her about it.

"I just arrived in the dwelling when the attack started, you're lucky that I found you in time." she told him in solemn manner.

'Yes, yes I am.' the female arbitrator then started looking for injuries, much to Mark's annoyance.

His side was once again wounded, this only caused her to start treating him like a child. The sound of metal cashing with metal echoed in the hallway, prompting him to start moving towards it.

He was stopped by his friend "Where do you think you're going?" "To help the others!" he argued.

She sighed through her bio mask, looking exasperated.

"You are in no condition to battle!" she shouted, and Mark snapped back: "What good am I as a hunter if I don't try?"

She looked at him before releasing her hold on his shoulders. When he started running he heard the arbitrator mutter something of him being an honorable fool.

She handed him her smart disk, resizing the handle so that he could properly use it. "Thanks." the human said, with a smile.

Yurli just nodded and threw herself towards the first bad blood.

Mark picked off the rogues that were alone, even managing to kill a couple by assisting the guards.

He then noticed an elite bad blood, marching at him.

The asshole carried a plasma scythe, and the navy seal swallowed in anticipation.

His armor sported a few skulls, including the one of a human, strapped to his belt.

The smart disk proved to be useless, as the enemy cut it clean in half 'Shit'

His assailant chuckled "Those limp rods are really so desperate to use mere oomans now? It matters not for your blood shall stain these floors."

Strangely enough he was unmasked, presenting Mark with a face full of hideous scars.

He circled the human, twirling his bladed weapon to confuse him. But he kept his eyes firmly on his adversary, concentrating on his movements.

The others had won and had formed a circle around them, knowing this was a one on one fight.

Kyiv managed to make it to the inner most circle, hoping that his student would prevail against this very skilled foe.

With a roar, the bad blood attacked first.

Mark was forced to play defensively, dodging and weaving around the strikes, knowing that a hit would mean certain death.

The dishonorable warrior chased him with unrelenting speed, and at one point almost chopped the human's arm off burning the little hairs on it.

'That plasma blade is a pain!' he thought to himself, still not attacking in order to let his enemy tire.

He purposely moved in a insecure manner, baiting his opponent to strike.

Mark knew that he had to render the alien fuck angry and reckless, so he did small things as of leaning to his side and showing his back, further provoking the already irate predator.

The enemy elite got tired of this ooman, and decided to quickly end the fight in a lightning fast attack.

'Come on, make the mistake... there!' Mark dove out of the way of an overhead slash and raked the tip of his combi stick into the yautja's unarmored side, causing him to roar in pain.

Whirling around, he lowered himself to avoid a swing and stabbed his weapon into the other's foot.

Quickly retreating, he turned around to face his allies as they praised him, taunting the limping hunter even more.

That broke his patience and he engaged Mark once more, rational thinking having left his unstable mind.

The bad blood's attacks then became much more furious, powered with bloodlust, but they were also sluggish, allowing him to counter.

They danced like this for a while, Mark would not falter due to his incredible stamina obtained from his training, and the ever growing cheers from his side only spurred him on further.

The elite was now dumbfounded: he was bleeding from several wounds, but the human was still untouched!

Finally, the human pierced the bastard's gut in a surprise lunge, and the pain forced him to drop his scythe and fall to his knees.

Mark looked at Kyiv and he nodded. The man picked up the oversized and heavy yautja weapon without complaints, and he lined up his swing.

Those who watched the fight were banging their weapons in a rhythmic way, eagerly awaiting the killing blow.

Mark's world slowed down while raising the energy blade, converting the noise to silence, only hearing his own heartbeat and slow breathing.

'It's time.'

The fucker made eye contact, and something appeared in those yellow irises: fear.

He then clenched his teeth in a sudden rage, his arms receiving a boost of adrenaline, and he swung the blade with a yell.

It cut through the neck like a hot knife in butter; slicing the bone, muscle and skin at once.

The head fell to the floor with a waterfall of green blood, and the area exploded in ferocious roars of victory.

Da'nua, that was the name of the warrior he killed.

After doing some research alongside Kyiv, Gruvin and Yurli he learned that he had slain a particularly evil foe.

Reports told of atrocities he had committed while breaking the code of honor, one of these was the slaughter of a few children, human children.

The thought of it made his blood still boil, when his heard of it he almost destroyed the lifeless head.

Kyiv had stopped him, insisting it would be a shame to not collect the trophy of such worthy prey. Yurli helped him clean and polish the skull, teaching him how to preserve it.

News had run wild of his fight, it no doubt brought the clan honor and the new alliances and trades with other clans who had placed warrants on the fucker's head.

And yet, there were some who thought he wasn't worthy of it. The excuse was that he had no right to keep the skull because of his rank of an unblood.

Kyiv had to go so far as to officially show the footage of the fight, along with the testimony of the several guards so that he could keep it.

As of right now, he was standing in what of been defined as a public square.

He, along with the thousands present were here to witness the public execution of the remaining bad bloods.

Mark was placed within the rows of unbloods, Kyiv was sitting along with the other 4 elite arbitrators on the designated podium. Gruvin and Yurli were on the podium below, along with the other arbitrators.

Mark knew that they would've stood next to him; but tradition dictated them to stay with those of their own rank.

The high matriarch stayed true to her word, one of the royal guards stood a couple steps behind him.

It was her duty to obey the matron, but he couldn't help but feel like he was a nuisance. So he simply stayed silent and did nothing so that his protector would not have to interfere.

Luckily, the unbloods were focused on what was happing at the center platform, so they didn't pay any mind to him.

The bad bloods were being subjected to a whipping.

Mark noticed that one of the lashers was Mhei r'ka-Guan, and while he didn't feel bad for the tortured bastard he definitely would have not wanted to be in his clothes.

Mhei did not hold back with her strength, and each lash was met with a spray of blood along with pleased roars from the crowd.

He had no idea how they were still alive considering their shredded backs and the amount of glowing green liquid dripping from them.

'And to think I fought being court marshaled was bad.' he thought, slightly frowning at another scream.

After at least an hour, the punishers stepped back.

Mark watched as the bad bloods were unchained from the columns, only to be forced to kneel.

Everyone quieted down when the high matriarch and she started to speak.

The navy seal didn't pay that much attention to it, but his blue orbs spotted the primal hunter staring intently at him, unsure of what to do he lowered his gaze, opting to stare at the stoned floor.

When he heard the numerous howls and roars, he snapped back up, just in time to see the be heading of the dishonorable warriors.

After that, the populace started to disperse.

Mark started to head towards his friends, but the female guard placed her large hand on his chest. "The high matriarch wishes for you to join her for the evening meal."

"Forgive me, but the elite arbitrator Kyiv a- "Will be informed of your absence." she cut in.

He sighed "Very well, honorable warrior." with that, she marched forward, Mark came behind her speed walking to keep up with her pace.

When others got to close to him, her growls made them back off.

'At least I'm not alone.' he thought reassuringly to himself.

After passing several scans and the titanic frame of the automatic door, Mark entered one of the luxurious dining rooms.

Three of the elaborate chairs were occupied by the by the high matron, the high eldress and Mhei r'ka-Guan, all of them wearing beautiful sets of armors and pelts that accentuated their toned bodies.

He bowed, and moved when the high matriarch acknowledged him.

There was a designated chair that had a small pile of fine pelts that would help him reach the table to be able to eat.

He sat down stiffly, not making eye contact as to not cause disrespect.

The females were impressed by his manners, as it was rare for an unblooded hunter to be so respectful and humble.

He felt a little embarrassed being bare chested to them, but it was all he could wear because of his rank.

The soldier smelled the scent in the room, and found it pleasing.

"Ooman Mark, we are glad you could join us." Guan-Kwei spoke in a surprisingly neutral tone, much different than her usual ice cold one.

"The honor is mine honorable warriors. I am thankful to be in your presence." he quickly complimented them.

Thwei Khar leaned slightly towards her daughter and whispered something to her.

"You ended the infamous Da'nua, such a kill deserves a reward." he thanked her again.

The servants brought in a vast selection of foods and Mark paused for a moment as panic began to grow in him: he did not know if he could consume the meats, but it would be an insult to refuse the food offered to him.

It was Mhei who placated his worry: "Do not fret; the nutrients are safe for you to enjoy." and he nodded his thanks to her.

As the course of the meals went on, small talk was exchanged, the powerful huntresses asked questions about his previous fight, along with his "hunts" as a navy seal soldier.

He gave them small descriptions, trying not to talk about his personal life.

Mark was no fool: he could clearly see that this was a test. He did not what their intentions were and it put him on edge.

Mhei r'ka-Guan constantly observed him, her red eyes captured his every movement in the same way a predator would do with it's prey.

Her figure expressed dominance that Mark feel submissive.

The other two females watched with mild curiosity and amusement at the way the male almost became shy when he interacted with Mhei.

Mark tried not to feel uncomfortable about it, and then she surprised by speaking in perfect english: "And what about your previous mates?"

He stalled before directing his gaze at his plate, "I... I've never had a mate." his answer genuinely shocked Mhei as well as Guan and Thwei.

Unknowingly he started to emanate a very stressful scent, confusing the Yautjas.

The silence became unbearable to him, he noticed that it was late and boldly asked "Excuse me honorable matriarch but I am to return to my mentor's dwelling. With your permission I shall remove myself from your grand home."

The high matron turned towards the other two for their opinion. After discussing silently she turned back to him: "You may go unblood."

Getting off the chair, he bowed again before turning around and leaving, blinking away his forming tears.

Both the elder and matriarch stood on the balcony, conversing on Mark's actions.

"He is more honorable than we presumed." the high eldress spoke "He is indeed, what do you think of this ooman dear niece?" Guan-Kwei questioned, turning around to face her.

Mhei's seat was empty, the owner nowhere to be seen.

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