Kell and Hunter walked slowly around each other. They?d been at it for some time now. Hunter jerked forward moving her arms to grapple before suddenly twisting around and spinning a kick towards Kell?s head. A feint. Kell ducked under it easily and caught her leg, throwing it up and forward resulting in Hunter landing on the dirt on her back. Hunter did a quick semi-circle in the air with her legs, generating enough momentum to get her back off the ground without using her hands. As she steadied herself Kell made a quick jab towards her midsection. She dodged, grabbing his arm as she did and bringing her open palm around towards his temple. Kell blocked the attempt and dragged her arm behind her back, finishing with a soft kick to her lower back that sent her stumbling forwards.
Kell ran after her, winding up a punch that would send her to the ground again but Hunter dodged under it and rammed her elbow into Kell?s midsection. She knew it wouldn?t do much. Kell?s enhancements let him shrug off all but the most powerful of blows. She wound up for another but Kell jumped back to avoid it. She turned and charged at him, delivering a flurry of blows to his head, torso and arms.
After around a dozen blows she whipped her arm back in preparation for one strong enough to actually faze him. As she delivered it, however, Kell caught her fist mid-punch, dragging it down and towards him, and her with it. With a sharp *crack* he head butted her, sending her reeling back, he followed up with a second one. Blood gushed from Hunter?s nose, matching somewhat appropriately with her red hair and standing out among her pale features. Kell took advantage of her brief stunned state and delivered a hard blow to her center that lifted her off her feet. As she fell she rolled with the impact, ending up crouched and facing Kell.
A small crowd had gathered to watch the short, tanned Arab and the pretty, svelte redhead fight. None of them interfered as both the combatants were wearing WINGS uniforms. It may also have been because earlier a young man had thrown himself in front of Kell, thinking the whole thing was some sort of domestic dispute. Hunter had taken the interruption poorly and the two had waited for several minutes while members of the crowd retrieved a stretcher and carried the heavily bruised would-be Good Samaritan off to a medical facility.
?What?s wrong Mag-? Kell stopped himself, mindful of the crowd, ?What?s wrong private? You should be doing much better! I?m kicking your ass and I?ve been drinking!? And drinking he had been. After Hunter had returned to the cityscape from the cargo bay where she and James had sparred she?d found Kell singing songs in the bar with a bulky crewman with a scar on his face (?This guy?s great! Only been here 45 minutes and I feel like I?ve known him my whole life! Tell her that joke.?) and a tall, rather busty barmaid (?She loves to give hugs which is nice cuz my head only reaches her chest.?). Hunter had dragged Kell away, scowling at the waitress who called out ?Come back any time sergeant, we?d love to have you.?
As they?d passed the park James and McMillan had been practicing in earlier Kell asked her if she wanted to spar, saying it had been awhile. Hunter begrudgingly agreed, remembering that it was the reason she?d been looking for him earlier.
?I had a fightwith Sergeant? Reynolds, sir.?
?What? You catch him peeping on you in the shower? That man probably would use his optic camo like that.?
??No sir, he asked for a match withme. He said that you had? said it was alright.?
Kell paused. ??Oh yeah, I did tell him that. Didja win??
?Yes, sir. But-?
?That?s my girl!? Kell interrupted, before frowning when he realized how it sounded.
??But Ithink I was lucky. He?s very? good. I think I won because I surprisedhim.?
?You should feel great! You beat up an honest to god WINGS member.?
?He wants me to train? McMillan in hand to hand.?
?Thought he was doing that? And having a great time, too.?
?He saysit?s not working. Should?I do it??
?Did he order you to??
?Not assuch, sir.?
?Then you haven?t got to. McMillan?s his responsibility. Hell, reason it?s probably not working is cuz he spends more time treating that recruit like a chew toy than training him. If that boy can?t take care of his puppy we?ll just have to take it away from him and?and send it to a farm? Kell grinned, thinking he?d made a clever joke.
?You?re... right sir, as always.?
They continued sparring for another half hour as the crowd around them slowly dispersed. They stopped finally when a particularly good throw by Hunter resulted in Kell vomiting in a fish pond.
