Navarre stood motionless even as Gavik sprang up and forward. His weapon going through several spinning and flipping movements within his skilled hands. Then the swing; Navarre dropped almost to the ground as he lunged forward beneath the weapon that sliced through the air where he had been standing. Gavik groaned deeply, a look of complete surprise upon his face as the thin blade of the sword pierce completely through his abdomen. A deep rich pink Klingon blood immediately saturated his uniform. "Dirty." He groaned as an insult. "It's a maneuver for over aggressive attackers." Navarre replied as he sprang back, withdrawing his sword. Gavik slowly lowered his weapon as the two stared silently for several moments.