Here's the English translation of the second text:
"Then... begin."
Despite the fight having started, neither opponent took a step forward.
One of them, Kaelus, didn't do so out of arrogance, while Korr, at the other end, didn't do so out of caution.
The NATO watched as his appendages moved in slow undulations, while his smile seemed immortalized in a stony gaze full of malice.
Korr, in his more than fifty years of life, had never experienced the sensation of being cornered like prey looking into the eyes of its predator.
The beating of his heart began to wreak havoc in his chest; the force of the palpitations hurt him, and cold sweat began to trickle from his body.
He was afraid—of course he was—and he hated that feeling.
In all his past life, he could count on his fingers the times he had gotten into trouble, or even gotten his hands dirty to respond to any situation he found unfair.
For a while, during his military recruit period, he learned to throw a few punches, but he was a damn modern arts teacher.
How was he supposed to catch up with a creature expert in dismembering its unfortunate enemies?
However, he also understood that he couldn't stay still, because according to the rules, he had to take the initiative; otherwise, who knows what his punishment would be, but it would be worse than what they had already done to him. Nouwlan was being too creative regarding this matter.
He gritted his teeth and pushed himself to take the step.
"Damn," he thought, as he leaped forward, his fists raised in a basic boxing defensive stance. "I'm a class 15, I'm a class 15."
He told himself over and over, trying to fill himself with confidence. He was a class 15, he was stronger than that alien despite being just a simple NATO.
In that burst of speed, his feet barely brushed the ground before he propelled himself into flight. He closed the meters between them in a fraction of a second and threw a straight jab at the Venatici's face, trying to apply force to the movement, although his caution was visible to the naked eye.
But Kaelus didn't even blink. The Hound's hand moved with a speed that defied his size, catching Korr's fist mid-flight.
"Damn, he's too fast, way too fast," thought Korr, alarmed.
Korr felt the alien's thick fingers clamp down on his fist like iron. The pressure was such that it made his knuckles crack.
Korr bit his lips from the pain, and that hound, Kaelus, sniffed the aroma of fear impregnating his senses.
"You're surprisingly fast, little pup," Kaelus conceded, his gaze filling with ruthless malice. "But I'm afraid you're too predictable."
Korr didn't wait for him to squeeze more than the alien would have liked. Having discovered his intentions to fracture his hand, the NATO acted quickly, using the grip as a pivot point.
Then, Korr spun his body in the air and launched a spinning kick directly at the Hound's temple, being the first time he dared to make such a move. His heel impacted with a dull sound, like a mallet against marble, managing to make Kaelus release his hand while he staggered back just half a meter.
"What the hell, only half a meter?"
Korr was completely surprised, and apprehension had seized the NATO's body.
He swore he had applied enough force to even destroy an entire building with a single blow, but that thing had somehow taken the full force of it.
And then he remembered something that made things even more dangerous.
This race had the peculiarity of absorbing energy. It absorbed the impact and managed to withstand it.
The hound's black eyes narrowed. He had felt the blow, he had withstood the blow. Although he knew that the superiors' NATOs were even stronger than the most powerful of his people, he couldn't help but feel surprise and caution at the result.
Thanks to his absorption ability, that blow hadn't hurt him, but he had felt it, and that said a lot.
"Interesting," he murmured, as he assimilated the energy within.
Korr landed in a crouch and pushed himself backward, creating distance again. His right hand throbbed, although fortunately, it wasn't broken.
His Viltrumite body was much denser and more resistant, by far, than most species in the galaxy.
But as a NATO, facing a fully developed Venatici, that advantage was considerably reduced, making him more dangerous.
But the NATO wasn't given time to catch his breath, or even to think, because Kaelus attacked.
That charge, which seemed simple and direct, seemed to detonate the surrounding air into a strong gust.
The distance closed in the blink of an eye, his arms extended to catch Korr.
Purely by instinct, Korr slid underneath, using his smaller size as an advantage to pass between the hound's legs.
Taking advantage of the moment, he threw an upward punch with everything he had directly at Kaelus's groin.
Upon receiving the blow, the Venatici grunted in bewilderment, much to Korr's surprise.
Then he remembered that this race lacked genitals for reproduction, and he felt he was in even more danger.
It was then that a mule kick from the Venatici sent him flying hundreds of meters away, tumbling before he could stand up as quickly as possible.
As he looked towards the alien's direction, he felt something hot seem to spill from his nose onto his lips and then his chin.
He could hear the dripping of his own blood falling to the floor, while an intense pain seemed to want to cloud his eyes with tears.
"Wrong place, pup." Kaelus even mocked him.