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as not preparing an attack. Next, he
stepped well away from her, and knelt to unseal the magseams on his
boots, never taking his eyes off the woman for a moment as he
pulled them off and set them aside as well. Lastly, he unfastened
the closure of his trousers. Now Yuka's eyes were not meeting his,
they were riveted instead upon the obvious bulge that was still
concealed by the midnight fabric. He could see Yuka's flush, of which
she seemed unaware, spreading like sunrise across Yuka's pale skin.
He slowly pushed the pants down over his hips, and as his huge
erection sprang free of the cloth, Yuka's tongue flickered across her
lips for a moment. Then he stood naked before her, the seeming
illusion of humanity stripped from him with his clothes. Marika
beheld a Klingon of mighty ancestry standing before her, muscled,
trained, armored within his own sinews, and as deadly as a hunting
cat. Swiftly he donned the armor, guarding carefully against
possible attack. Then he rose, saying, "The field is yours. What
form shall the combat take?"
Yuka Haneda turned away from him then, and knelt before an ornately carved
wooden case. After watching Yuka's execute katas in 3 G conditions,
Worf would have hesitated making an attack, even if he were
treacherously minded. He watched with true appreciation as she
opened the case, revealing wi
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