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“Commander,” Tuvok frowned as Chakotay stared at him from across the rink, cracking his knuckles, “I am not sure this is a good idea.”
Chakotay threw a few shadow punches, grinning slightly.
“Trust me, Tuvok. I can take whatever you throw at me.”
They stepped closer, Chakotay getting into his classic boxing stance.
“They didn’t call me the Tattooed Terror for nothing,” he jabbed before aiming a right hook at the Vulcan’s chin.
Before he could land the punch, however, Tuvok dodged it gracefully, landing a swift kick to the back of his knees, sending Chakotay tumbling to the ground with a yelp of pain.
Tuvok knelt down, flipping his partner over onto his back. He dug his elbow into the bottom of his ribcage as Chakotay gritted his teeth in pain.
“I did warn you this would not be productive,” Tuvok raised an eyebrow, hovering his free hand over Chakotay’s shoulder, “Vulcans possess superior strength.”
He brought his hand down, placing a neck pinch on his partner, sending him into unconsciousness.
Tuvok stood up and sighed.
“Most illogical.”