How about you pick on someone your own size? - Nudge for hunteroffreaks
With Allerdyce finally having confirmed for Ethan that the attack against him on the mission was not an accident and that Hendley was the culprit, it meant that he finally had the chain he needed, linking the latest one of these incidents with those preceding it. Ethan is more than aware that the rest of the team, bar Betsy, avoid the mutant hunter
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Walking towards the Mess Hall, the feral catches the sound of Ethan's raised voice uttering Hendley's name as well as the scents of the two men, and he approaches cautiously from around the corner, curious. Although Victor aches to tear open the two of them like a week-old tin of sardines, even he knows better than to jeapordize his recent re-appearance on the team by throwing himself into whatever mess unfolds here and get himself hurled into the brig so soon.
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Excitement, that tang of adrenaline, testosterone that she figures is attached to that manly pride and then something that definitely feels like a score to settle. How strange. The men were playing their dominance games again.
What brought her over, was Kitty-Kat. She'd missed him, him and his growls and snarls and all that. Bouncing to a halt where he stood, cautious and curious, she bites her lip and stares where he's staring. "Psst," it's a total stage whisper, but it gets the job done, "what're they doing?"
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The feral's immediate response is a dangerous growl, his irritation spiking at the realisation of Ophelia's presence. Victor can count the team members he's genuinely missed on the claws of one hand, and Ophelia is most definitely not one of them. Her inability to be shaken by his most violent of memories is a constant annoyance, not to mention the fact that he finds it almost unsettling.
"Whatever the hell's goin' on, I'll be able to work it out a lot better if you're a long, long way away from it."
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Ophelia likes that she puts Victor on edge. She enjoys that little bit of irritation that spikes within him the moment he notices her. He doesn't like her but she really likes him. It's one of those things she can deal with purely because she enjoys that he dislikes her.
"Captains in a huff, and Jack's got his pride. There's something to prove and nothing to hide. But they seem to be mad, and not just at each other, do you think this links back to one insulting their mother?"
He could tell her to fuck off until he was blue in the face, she wasn't going anywhere until her curiosity was satisfied.
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He gave a brief thought to which location would be better. The gym rooms were smaller, but the mats would provide support when the inevitable punches landed him on the ground. The training ground was larger and might attract an audience. Still, knowing he was up against a man thirty years younger and one who had super strength, Jack decided he'd need all the maneuverability he could get. "The tranin' field. Lead the way." Jack said mockingly. He wasn't about to give up before he had even started.
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The training field is mostly empty, bar a few spectators who've followed them from the Mess Hall. Ethan wasn't in his usual formal military attire having just come from a p/t session so he's dressed in his training gear with sneakers, sweats and a hooded jumper, the last item of which he shrugs off to just leave a vest shirt shirt.
"No use of weapons. No outside assistance. I'll not to use my mutation to it's fullest either so that means no durability from me. Sound fair?" Ethan doesn't care about the risk of a few bruises and cuts, this isn't about him. "And I'll even be generous enough to allow you the first punch, unblocked and unguarded."
Ethan is more than well aware that offering Hendley such a thing is a direct insult to his ability, the obvious jibe intended to rile or goad the veteran a little.
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"Fair as it's going to get." It would be Jack's only acknowledgement of how unfair the odds were stacked against him. But it had always been this way. A normal human should have stood a snowball's chance in Hell against even untrained mutants. Yet time and time against Jack had proven to be a survivor. He wasn't going to quit now.
Coolly setting his emotions aside, Jack focused his entire attention on his opponent. If Ethan was going to offer him the first punch, who was he to turn it down? So he aimed directly for the throat. He'd rather fight dirty and hold his own than be honorable and get the crap kicked out of him.
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Ignoring the crowd Ethan took the first blow from Jack, it didn't surprise him at all that older man was opting for a dirty throat punch, but at least now that it was out the way Ethan was free to fight back. Coughing, true to his word due to the lack of durability to his skin, he rubbed at his throat, drawing a spluttered breath as he stepped back and shook off the attack.
Ethan swung his fist up, aiming for Jack's jaw as he stepped in closer and brought his right foot between Jack's legs to sweep behind him. The moves were practiced, military in their execution that spoke of someone who'd practiced over and over to become able to utilize these skills as second nature. Should Jack stumble Ethan would be able to go for a abdo-punch.
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