Humans fighting against claws and big animals were common things to watch in reports.
But the true, bloody fight is only when humans were fist-fighting against each other. Punching throats, kicking stomachs, smashing head against walls. -- Anon Guest
All around the Alliance, there is a genre of disturbing footage known as Humans Fighting Things. It is not generally recommended for Havenworlder viewing. Achivaas all over the Alliance and the Fellowship of Terran Planets alike scour it all to be sure that none of the footage is from Deregger blood sport arenas[1].
It is always battles for survival, where the beast or the Human in question have clearly made some kind of mistake and are now in a fight for their lives. Neither side were preparing for years in advance for those moments and therefore is considered a fair fight.
The only fighting-with-purpose content allowed in the genre of Humans Fighting Things is Humans Fighting Humans. There, both parties have agreed to combat, there are rules, and the participants are generally agreed to be having fun. Well. Most of the time they're having fun. Some of the footage is from bar fights, where the fun is debatable.
The oldest and therefore most brutal fighting forms are kept far, far away from the Havenworlder public. They already know Humans are frightening. They don't really need to know that there are no limits to just how frightening Humans can get.
This was not footage. This was two Humans "sparring" in plain view. Ships' Therapists were hustling Havenworlders out of the area and, thankfully, no blows had yet connected.
"This looks like an interesting game," said Astronavigator Blem. "Does it have a name?"
"It's a Deathworlder game," said Therapist Yeez. "It may not be safe for Havenworlder viewing. They will surely injure each other."
"They are not angry with each other," said Blem. "This is not a fight. They are laughing like they are playing."
"Humans have fun in peculiar ways." Through the security feed in his HUD, Yeez could see that the Humans had noticed that all the Havenworlder's had left the room. They nodded to each other, danced for a little, and then the blows connected.
They had been waiting for the Havenworlders to get out before they made things dangerous. The consensus among the Therapists had been that the Humans were unaware their audience was in any danger, but, as always, those dangerous deathworlder apes understood more than they let on.
Frankly, Therapist Yeez was astonished that these gung-ho, explosions-are-funny Deathworlders actually had a singular presence of mind, let alone enough to be that aware of their surroundings.
[1] Because of flakking course they try to sneak their [BOVINE EXCREMENT] in everywhere.
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