This One's Gonna Bruise
OOC: This is a closed post. Lennox and Graham are going to be practising close quarters, hand-to-hand combat. As they are both highly-trained military men performing very fast and very lethal maneuvers, I would strongly advise not interrupting them, unless there is a very compelling reason to; in which case please do drop a PM to either Lennox-mun ( Read more... )
Comments 50
*Up, a few situps, showered, and dressed. Will leaned against the wall stretching out his legs. He'd emptied all the supplies from his pockets and taken off the extra gear. Rather Graham not bust something if he hit the canteen normally strapped to his waist... even if he might have deserved it for being a sneaky bastard with Maggie last night.*
*He eyed his watch, hoping that his and the Captain's were still synced after all this time. In the military, if you weren't early, you were late. But he wanted to cut it damn close, just to pique the trooper.*
*Lennox passed up on boots, but carted them along slung by the laces over his shoulder. Just pants and a light t-shirt. Hell, he'd prolly ditch the shirt and go boxing style...*
0558, at the door...
0559, outside...
0600, spotting the Captain...
0600:02 Alright, Graham. Ready for that beatdown you requisitioned?
Reply
*In the middle of a stretch, he turns to the Major with a grin, noting the boots slung over Will's shoulder. Graham straightens slowly, deliberately glancing at his watch. Too bad he wouldn't be able to get the man to pay up on those pushups.*
We'll see who's getting pounded after you wind up with your ass halfway across town, Lennox. By the by, you're about a minute early, by my time.
Reply
That much? Shit, should've assumed dimension hopping would mess with the timepieces.
You're welcome to try. *spreads his palms and smirks, eying the other NEST operative* Alright, so what's the rules you want for this? Pinned? Till you tap out?
Reply
*Mention dimension hopping, and the line of Graham's mouth quirks in a subtle twist,* We're in a bloody Twilight Zone. *He clears his throat, his usual good humour working its way back into blue eyes as he crouches to undo the laces on his boots, yanking them off.*
That's a fairly big gap there, Major. Sync them up? And we'll go until one or the other taps out.
Reply
*Will narrows his eyes at the Trooper, Matt is enjoying this way too much all of a...*
*Leg up, balance shot, back to ground. Ouch... Lennox squirms his shoulders trying to backpedal out from under the Brit, despite being on the ground and nearly having the wind knocked from his chest.*
Dammit. >.
Reply
*With a light grunt, Graham jerks on the ankle that he's only barely managed to keep a hold of, firming his grip and dropping himself right into a straight ankle leglock to keep the Ranger from getting away.*
Right.
*And he grins at Will.*
Reply
*He hisses with the pull on his Achilles and taps sharply on Matt's knee holding his thigh in place.*
Ok, ok...
*Slightly grumpy pout back to the grin, then hacks through a few shallow breaths. Damn ribs are going to be pestering him for a few days. Will goes lax in the dirt, hands resting over his gut.*
You win, frickin' ass.
Reply
*The Captain eases up on pressure as soon as he feels the rap on his knee, chuckling quietly - but the sound of Will coughing has his eyes narrowing, giving the Ranger a sideways look. Graham sits up, dropping Will's foot to the ground rather unceremoniously, steadying his breath. His gaze is sharp on the man, hand lingering on Will's ankle with an unvoiced question.*
You can make it up to me the next time we go another round, Lennox.
Reply
Leave a comment