CQC Gym...
Marines worked each other over in close combat, grappling in a manner that resembled the most heated of MMA matches. Those who weren't fighting were either lifting weights or being tended to by Combat Medics.
Except for one man. He wasn't a Marine but wore the fatigues of a Minigunner. He sat in a meditative state, a wooden sword draped across his lap. He wore a balaclava halfway up his head, obscuring his face but letting his hair down over his shoulders. He seemed oblivious to the grunts of the Marines as they trained.
"Sanderson, Wrigley, rotate out." Lieutenant Travis shouted from the sidelines. Two Marines break free from their grapple, exchanging a handshake before they go to lift weights. "Morrison, Ubel, you're up." Two Marines set their free weights aside, stepping out onto the grass. It doesn't take long before the two are trading blows, parrying punches and kicks.
"Come on, old man... I've got your number..." Morrison snarled at Ubel, keeping a high guard. Ubel feinted with his left knee, planting his boot down and bringing his right leg up in a strong sobat kick, contacting Morrison's left forearm. Morrison spins, turning his back to Ubel as he plants his right foot back down, pulling his opposite leg up into a side kick. He contacts with Ubel's left side, putting the man on his face, obviously in pain.
"Whoa, woah, training time out!" Travis calls out, a pair of Combat Medics stepping up. By this time Ubel is sitting on the ground, one hand on his right leg. "You've got power but that famous one two of yours is going to have to be modified."
"I can still do it, sir..." Ubel protests as Morrison's arm is immobilized and set in splints. One of the medics pulls his shirt up and touches his ribs.
"Ooh, yeah, two broken... You're looking at a hospital stay."
"Karma for calling me 'old man.'" Ubel says with a smile as he gets back on his feet, one of the medics directing him to the sidelines. Travis notices Kicheck.
"Can I help you, Marine?" he asks.
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Deimon props himself up in a chair, hand to his neck.
"She's just doing as the Colonel asked her..." he says, trying to take his mind off the pain. "Cut her some slack..."