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The first hit did not phase K'yohko's tirade, but it did hurt him. And it made him aware that he could not simply ignore K'ile. Not if he wanted to live. He wanted K'ile to be punished for attaching another tribe member, but he did not want to die in the process. Or rather, he refused to die to that piece of walking refuse that called himself Thalen's brother. Thalen was a good man. K'ile was hardly a man to begin with. While K'yohko had never before had a problem with K'thalen or K'ile, he had always thought them a bit too full of themselves. He had always thought K'thalen doted on K'piru too much and the trouble their daughter K'aijeen had brought to the tribe boded ill to him. K'ile was worse than K'thalen, as he was not even fit to breed. A lazy arrogant Tia, but even still K'yohko had never made a comment. He had always treated them well, because they were family. But this was not what family did. They supported one another, not tried to kill them. They hung on to one another during difficult times, not sit down and let their kin die.
K'yohko brought his forearm up to meet with K'ile's second fist, preserving his teeth and spoke on. Another forehead blocked the blow towards his nose, and he spoke on. K'yohko was a fighter by nature. He was stronger than K'ile by nature, or so he thought. He had fought the other Tias and Nunhs and prevailed and he had fought many things and prevailed. His pride rested well on his ability to fight, and his ability to put Tias in their place. Yohko's forearms bruised and cracked with every block to K'ile's punches at his face, but K'yohko did not break under the assault.
The upper hand strike at his head caught Yohko off guard and it struck mightily at his already injured head. Pain crushed his body, but it did not quell his anger. His arms came up on impulse to protect his head and luckily, his hand got in the way of K'ile's attack to his throat. The deafening crack was not that of Yohko's throat, but of his right hand which broke messily and made bone stick out at awkward angles. In the disorienting pain, K'yohko was thrown backwards and tumbled down on the ground next to his dead mother.
A moment passed and his eyes flickered open to see her face. Beautiful even in death was his mother. Her face was serene, as if it might have found peace with Azyema. For a moment, K'yohko wished that K'ile had indeed struck a fatal blow. Then perhaps he might have found peace besides her.
But the moment passed and K'yohko rose to his feet again, bleeding from his head wounds and his hand, but alive.
"I do not abuse K'piru. I can only speak the truth of what I see. I can see our family dying, and more than needed because of K'piru! You Thalens think too much of yourselves. It is not the Thalen Tribe, it is the Hipparon tribe! K'ile, I am your brother and my mother was as much family to you as your brother and K'piru! If I am not right to hold the title of Nunh, as a brother I would ask you to strike me down so I might not do any further damage to our family!" The rage had lessened from K'yohko's voice, but not from his eyes. His eyes which were stained red with the blood running down his face burned with the same fury he had yelled upon K'piru with.
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