"Advantage, Texas." The voice chimed. Again. For the fiftieth time. The woman in pitch black armor chortled and crowed at her own badassery. "Damn straight. Who's next?"
Puerto Rico stepped forward but I stopped her. "Sis. Don't. You have had enough ass whoopings today. Texas needs a fresh fight." I looked at Tex frim beneath the angular plate of my Hayabusa armor. I could have sword our eyes met from underneath our visors. "Or am I wrong?"
"Not at all, Guam. I've yet to even see you fight." She mused. "Want me to go easy on you?"
I scoffed. "Ever think there's a reason for you not seeing me training, Tex?" I took a stance and prepared to fight, not even bothering to draw the fine-edged armir slicing blade strapped to my back. At least not yet.
With a chime the fight commenced in a flurry of blows. Much to everyone's dismay except Puerto Rico's I held my own again Tex, blocking and Parrying with almost coldly calculated efficiency against her angry heavy thudding blows. But it wasn't enough. The bout was over as Tex forced me to my knees. I smirked under my helmet as the sweat dripped from my blood-colored hair. As she went to land the final blow, I sweapt my blade from its sheathe and sweapt her off balance. The sound that came next was music to my ears as I resheathed my blade.
"Advatange, Guam."