Comments | militisvenator: Calm Like A Bomb ~ rp for <strong class="lj-user"><a href="/read/user/blackhole_revel">blackhole_revel</a></strong> & <strong class="lj-user"><a href="/read/user/cant_stand_up">cant_stand

militisvenator

Calm Like A Bomb ~ rp for blackhole_revel & cant_stand_up

Jul 16, 2010 21:30

With a heavy set of footsteps Grant led the way to the training room. If they were going to do this, he was going to do this in as 'smart' of a manner as he could. Things that followed Mercy's crazy ideas usually led to some sort of mistake. He wanted the advantage of pinning any of those mistakes on himself. Or that they were only training.

( There's a right to obey. And a right to kill. )

bto, mercy

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blackhole_revel July 17 2010, 01:37:48 UTC

She didn't bother with the warm up, didn't bother stretching. Because this wasn't going to be a spar, it wasn't going to be training. It was going to be a fight. She'd done it plenty of times -mostly other team members, never her own team, unless she'd gotten into something that really deserved it.

But now, now she was just itching for a fight. She hadn't really bothered to analyse it and figure it out. It was a state of mind right then. The fight, wanting some sort of outlet that included pain and blood and that sharp sting of abuse muscles. It wasn't Grant's fault that he fell prey to her mood.

"Positive." And she was, balling her fists. There was no use for the training gear, or the gloves. She just loosened up her stance, and grinned that grin at him, "bring it."

militisvenator July 17 2010, 01:49:42 UTC

He never got into a fight. A real fight anyways. Not something that was mandated, or a target for a mission. He always won those because he never allowed himself to fail.

In this instance, he was more than willing to lose. Grant frowned and narrowed his eyes. It would be hard to get her to let out all her pent up anger if he had to start throwing the punches. But he put up his fists and moved at her as fast as he could, throwing a jab and then a hook at her. Though those were definitely not as fast as hard as he could.

blackhole_revel July 17 2010, 01:57:36 UTC

The jab caught her, taking her side and knocking her a little, but she knew it wasn't Hunt, it was still Grant, and he was still hesitant, and she needed to fix it. The hook missed, her body automatically swerving and her training kicking in and sometimes she loathed her reflexes and her extensive training.

It didn't stop her body twisting, and her elbow coming around towards Grant's face. And that wasn't part of any training. Boxing or otherwise. But then, every body part was a weapon when used correctly.

militisvenator July 17 2010, 02:10:10 UTC

Even though he knew he hardly put any power behind the jab, it made him freeze when it caught her. He was glad that she dodged the punch. He'd meant for her to.

Detracted by the obvious priority not to hurt his teammate, Grant didn't catch Mercy's elbow, and it contacted with the side of his face. Dammit. She was very angry. He'd never felt her hit that hard before, though he'd been hit with worse, still. This was his friend hitting him.

But it snapped him out of the freeze and he reached out to grab her exposed wrist. Using his strength to his advantage he whirled her around into a hold, securing her other hand with his other.

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