Hi. Okay, I am very bored and being harassed by SOMEONE to write more, so here is the next one in very quick succession. AND FOR SHITS SAKE SOMEONE REVIEW THIS THING I AM GOING TO SULK AND NOT POST ANYTHING FOR AT LEAST SEVENTEEN WEEKS OR SOMETHING RIDICULOUS LIKE THAT. AND I REALLY MEAN IT. DO NOT TEST ME.
Hannah brushed a damp strand of hair off her forehead. Stepping down from the treadmill, she grabbed the flimsy plastic bottle from the designated holder. Cupcake watched her carefully from edge of the room with interest. She turned away from the machines, facing the occupied sparring mat instead.
"Why did Sulu say I don't give you enough credit?" Cupcake asked abruptly. Hannah looked at him, and laughed. Sulu and the ensign he'd been training left the mat.
"Wanna find out?" She gestured to the, now empty mat, an easy, confident grin spreading across her face. Cupcake, the fool that he was, readily agreed. Sulu glanced over to them as Hannah removed her shoes and placed them at the edge. Her bare feet spreading out to grip the dark blue disturbingly sticky, but still cool material.
"You have a death wish." He said to Cupcake, looking at him as if he were slightly insane.
Cupcake settled into a standard fighting stance, cockily wondering what all the fuss was about. She was just a girl and a rather small, pathetic one at that. Small, light and easy to throw across from a mat. This fight was going to end quickly, and he'd wipe that smug little smirk off her face when he made her eat the mat. Stupid little girl.
"Ready?" Hannah asked arrogantly grinning at him. "I won't judge you for backing out. Actually that's a lie. I so will, but you can if you want."
That bitch didn't know what was coming for her. Cupcake gritted his teeth and nodded at her to just fucking begin already.
Hannah stood on the mat, not bothering to move into the stance yet. She never saw the point, in reality you were never in the right stance waiting for the morons to launch themselves at you, you moved into it. Like how Cupcake charged at her. Hannah immediately dropped, sliding away and to the side. A well placed punch brought Cupcake to his knees. Hannah kicked him in the ribs with a round-house kick as he turned. She didn't quite pull her leg back fast enough, because the winded, but otherwise fine, Cupcake clamped a meaty hand around her bare ankle and tugged.
Kirk walked into the Gym as Hannah's foot was pulled from beneath her. She thumped down heavily on top of the mat, chest rising and falling rapidly under the bright rest training vest.
"You're letting her spar against him?" He demanded of Sulu. The ensign next to Sulu grinned.
"I think she'll beat him in five minutes. He thinks three." He laughed. Sulu barely spared either of them a glance, his eyes fixed on the fight in front of him.
"She'll beat him with ease." Sulu assured him. "Don't worry about her."
Hannah flipped back to her feet, after kneeing Cupcake in the face. Her flip had a bonus of kicking Cupcake under the chin and snapping his head back. He swung a few punches wildly, but they all missed as Hannah easily evaded the sloppy fighting. She easily darted between them and jabbed at his stomach. In a desperate attempt to her arm back, Cupcake snatched at Hannah's upper arm. She gripped his wrist back and brought both feet up, using the grip as a fulcrum. With her arm locked, she pushed back on Cupcake's chest with all her might, sending him sprawling backwards, her still standing on top of him.
Kirk watched with surprise at the huge Security Guard lying exhausted on the floor with Hannah stood on top of him, an arm raised threatening to punch as she asked sweetly.
"Submit?"
Kirk could barely hear the submission that Cupcake croaked out. he caught Hannah's eye as she gently hopped off his chest and sauntered off the mat. She smiled at him, not even out of breath.
"Morning." She chirped. "God I am outta shape, should have been able to beat him a lot faster than that."
Kirk laughed.
"I would not call that out of shape." He remarked, the same time that Sulu raised an eyebrow.
"2 minutes 37 seconds isn't exactly slow." He drawled.
"I would, To both. You did not see me before." She replied, spinning to turn to Sulu. "Can I train with you?"
Kirk didn't think he'd ever seen that flash of fear dart into Sulu's eyes before.
"Ask him or Spock to, I like having bones that AREN'T shattered beyond repair." Sulu backed away slowly. The ensign laughed as Hannah turned to Kirk raising an eyebrow hopefully.
"You are so screwed Dude." The ensign cackled.