"Slow down a bit." Gavik laughed. He removed one hand from his weapon and tapped the amulet that hung on a chair about his neck. "Remember this. Such a fine trophy, don't you think." He looked up at Navarre as his face reddened with growing rage. "I was but a boy, and facing a season warrior as her. She still fell before me." "There were five of you." Navarre hissed through clenched teeth. "And still, you wear her mark upon your face, even now as you flaunt your shame and dishonor. Coming into the house like a low crawling Romulan Assassin." "You were trying to steal my place with her by his side." "And banished to patrol duty at the very edge of Emoerial space." Navarre grinned. "You gave me your place." Gavik roared with rage, lunging forth with all he had, the weapon going up and over his head. "This ends now!" "Not yet." Navarre whispered softly. "Not that fast."