This had been brewing for some time. If you were not paying close attention you could have missed it entirely. You could have missed the decent in the Star Colonels voice. You may have missed Anjulo gritting his teeth or his ice-cold stair. The situation just needed a spark. Harold's bold deployment of Anjulo's unit and the deaths of several soldiers was that spark.

By now everyone in the immediate area had been attracted by the argument. Harold spoke down at Anjulo, "You should know that in the clans battles like this are often fought to the death." 

'Is he saying I am Afraid of him?' 

'Afraid of death?' 

'I want ....'

Anjulo took the top three buttons off his gray and black urban camo shirt, and he pulled the shirt off him by the back collar. It cleared his head and he spoke, "I have never been in a fight that was not to the death."

The full length of Anjulo's arms came into view. All that was left was the flak vest that covered his thorax. He reached across his chest with his scared right arm, grabbed behind the Velcro of the flak vest, and pulled it apart quickly to a short tearing sound. 

He doubted the clanner was scared by Anjulo's build that was covered by scars of his own creation, 'They have was to much false pride' but Harold was assuredly amazed. Anjulo placed his equipment on a flat armor section on the grounded Streak Carrier right next to the 50-ton hover tank's turret missile rack. 

Harold tried to slight him again, "I am not surprised Men like you constitute freebirth armies"

Harold had shown his true colors, and forgetting what he now was now pretending to be. Anjulo knew how to exploit this, "That holds true to you as well." 

Anjulo is a house warrior. Harold is the remnant of a failed crusade, a crusade to conquer the Inner Sphere, all the planets in the known universe. The clans destroyed planet after planet, until they came to the planet Tukayyid where they were soundly defeated. Now they fight among us.

There was an odd silence after Anjulo spoke. It was sinking into everyone around them. If two clan members were involved in the dialog one would have spoke the word point "quaff" a rhetorical word that would have taken over the conversation, but Anjulo did not need to continue. His words had struck home. 

Harold was shaken by the last statement; he tried not to let it show. He instantly jumped into the clan's ritualized format of conversation. Anjulo could barely pay attention to Harold's lofty idealistic words. Anjulo let anger brew inside him as Harold spoke.

" Cowardess..." 

" Honor..." 

" Command... " 

" Duty... " 

Anjulo waited for him to finish, then spoke.

"Your rhetoric is disgusting. How could a man like you, a man who was part of the invasion of the Inner Sphere, part of the slaughter of countless people, stand in front of me and talk about honor. I find you, and all your clan, all your kind, sick traitors to their own beliefs. You are responsible for all those deaths, and now I am going to prove it to you."

Athletic build, long legs, defined chest, long scared arms, Anjulo moved at Harold like a heavyweight fighter, hiding his skills in Jujitsu for the right moment.

"Get 'em Julo!" Someone shouted as Anjulo closed in on his commander turned adversary, who was shuffling forward with a fighting stance that suited most types of martial arts.

Anjulo darted in trying to get the first strike. He threw a right cross that Harold ducked. After countering his momentum Anjulo delivered the second blow, and hit Harold with only a glancing blow in the side of his chest before he came up from the crouch.  

He expected Harold would come from the crouch with an uppercut, but he threw more of a cross. Anjulo deflected some of the punch by hammering at it with his forehand, but the punch was forceful and jammed him in the orbital of his left eye.

'Damn he's pretty fast'

Anjulo tried to step back and right falling away with the blow, but Harold pressed the advantage and was right on his heels. Harold put a hard kick below the shins trying to sweep Anjulo's lead leg from under him. Harold's kick connected and a sting went right up though Anjulo's hip. Harold threw a left jab as a strait hard punch at Anjulo's face. Anjulo saw it coming he moved his left forearm counterclockwise deflecting the entire punch and throwing it away with a solid block.

Anjulo stared Harold down for a split second, before putting his hands up in front of his face again and began shaking his head from side to side like oriental fighters are taught. 

Anjulo faked a punch with his right hand and slipped a solid jab right through Harold's guard drawing the first blood of the fight with a cut to the clanner's lower lip.

Harold answered back. He was able to slip a hard sidekick under Anjulo's guard. It stuck just below his left rib cage making Anjulo cringed from pain. Harold turned lose a fast volley of punches. Anjulo blocked the first, ducked left under a right hook, but the third punch, a hook from the other hand came right across his jaw. He knew he was hit hard because his jaw felt loosened and his body had made an involuntary half turn.

'Cant lose to this' 

Harold had expected Anjulo to fall away and recuperate. But Anjulo gritted his teeth and came right into whatever Harold was trying to throw at him.

Anjulo wrapped Harold in a bear hug. Harold had managed to wrestle his right arm free and was repeatedly hitting Anjulo right across the ear. Anjulo rocked his head back then forward slamming his forehead into Harold's nose.

A spray of crimson rolled down Anjulo's forehead, but to his surprise Harold kept pounding on Anjulo unrelentingly, several blows hitting the already damaged jaw. Anjulo decided to neutralize Harold's right side by throwing him with a chest to chest supplex off to his right. He twisted and snapped him hard on the ground.