How does competitive combat (boxing, martial arts, etc.) fare in the new environment of the Amity universe?
(#00655 - A290)
The humans inside the roped-off square wore heavy padding on their hands, heads, and torsos. They faced off in formal postures that a number of them called Markisuvkwinsbree.
T'reka lit on Calico’s saddle and regarded the match.
“What this happening?”
Su-syn, leaning on her horse, chirped, “Testosterone-poisoning-related posturing. Two male here have rivalry over same female. They thinking aggression display win merit.”
“Is working?”
“Target female walking beach with different male. Definite no.”
T'reka watched. “Old time long gone, me-folk males have similar fight. Very fast. Few rules.”
“Now?”
“Ceremonial display make-for public merit. At-er-leet.”
“Athlete.”
“Tricky word,” said T'reka.
“Many us-folk sport begin fight. Others begin hunt. Very few begin art.”
T'reka tutted and shook her head. Deathworlders.
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