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-Anna

"How did you do that?!"

For the past hour, the basterd known as Omar watched his arm in disbelief as Molly Heathcliff slammed it down on the tree stump with quickness. She was quite sure she had just broken the boys' confidence but she honestly hadn't meant to. If he hadn't of insulted her gender, she may have been able to leave him alone. With one look at his gloom filled face, she decided to be a little more passive. Especially since the rest of the basterds chose to follow their bear of a sergeant to the center of camp and away from them while their sweetheart commanding officer roamed the woods with a curly haired private.

"It's quite simple trick really. Would you like me to teach it to you for- " She looked over to Sergeant Donny Donowitz sitting on the ground a few feet away wiping off his bat with a rag with the rest of the men and smirked.

"Future reference?"

Omar seemed to understand immediately and began to grin like a small child learning a magic trick. His eyes shone as he slipped off his mud-splattered olive coat. Molly moved the curls out of her face and in doing so realized that beneath his cloak was a seemingly hard body. Impressed was only half of what she was thinking. She repositioned herself, gripped his hand tightly and began moving his hand in different angles before taping the back of his hand with her thumb.

"You see the angle I have your wrist in?" Omar's eyes stayed on the locked wrists as he nodded his head firmly.

"Good, this angle does not matter one bit. You know why? We don't push with our hands, we use our arms. Only, nobody said anything about not using our fingers did they?"

She briefly saw a smile on the young man's face as he let out a small chuckle.

"No, they did not."

She nodded her head once before staring into his eyes long enough to figure out that his eyes were more a dark brown than a real shade of hazel. They did not speak for a while and the only sounds were the loud conversations of a few basterds. She stroked the knuckle of his index finger with her thumb and maneuvered it around the flexor tendon of his thumb. She heard him take a sharp breathe and the sides of her mouth turned upwards.

"The tendons of your index and thumb are the strongest on your hand since you use them quite often I'm guessing. So, you use them by gently squeezing around the base of your opponents thumb or you if you're on the other side you squeeze the base of the other fingers together. Doing that weakens the hand, therefore weakening the arm."

She began applying pressure to the base of his thumb, never breaking eye contact. Omar got the idea and began squeezing her fingers slightly. Then she slowly began bringing his arm down and his eyebrows arched.

"Ah, ah, ah Omar. Keep a hold of my fingers, do not let me bring you down." Omar nodded slightly and held on tight to her fingers as he slowly brought his arm up.

"Good man. Now the most important part is to do it quickly. Not everyone is going to give you time to arrange your hold or bring your arm back up, so you do it quickly. Like so."

Molly brought his arm down quickly but did not let it hit the stump.

"Quickness love. That's what matters. Fingers and quickness. Let's try it again, shall we?"

She set her arm up normally and Omar took it firmly, making sure to have a hold of her fingers as she taught him.

"Hold, hold, GO."

Within a second, Molly's arm hit the splintering wood and she gasped. She took his hand again and got in position. Once again her hand hit the stump and continued to hit the stump for the next seven times as she kept yelling out "AGAIN." By the eight slam, they were both smiling widely. She hit Omar's shoulder and chuckled.

"Fantastic Omar, you've done it!"

"Thanks, lieutenant. Shit, if you had any fighting tricks, I'd really be able to tear Donny a new one."

"Really? Well, I happen to know quite a few of those as well."

Omar crossed his arms and stared at her curiously.

"I highly doubt it."

Molly stood up immediately and took a ribbon from her satchel to tie her hair back. She knew very well that Private Ulmer was only an inch or two above her but she was certain she could take him. She undid the top half of her grey jump suit to reveal a black vest and her naked shoulders. If she was going to teach the young man a few moves, she only hoped she wouldn't die of exhaustion brought on by the heat. She did not even need to look up to know that Omar and a few other basterds that were looking their way were trailing the outline of her bosom. As soon as she tied the top of the jumpsuit around her waist, she advanced in on him while stretching her arms upwards and jogging in place. Finally she put her hands up in front of her slightly closed and grinned.

"Come on then Omar. Up for another lesson?"

Omar sighed and slid a hand through his hair, slicking it back with his sweat. Finally, he pulled up the sleeves of his shirt and steadily brought up his fists.

"Okay lieutenant, but if I hurt you I'm totally pardoned right?"

"If you hit me Private Ulmer."

Omar moved in within three footsteps and tried to send a left hit to Molly's right shoulder but the lieutenant turned sideways and it slipped down her arm. His full side being vulnerable, Molly was easily able to take a hold of his arm and duck underneath it. Within a second she had his arm twisted behind his back and his legs spread.

"I don't think this is hitting anybody Omar; want to try a little harder?"

Molly briefly let go of his hand only a moment before he turned around and swung at her head. She caught his wrist and went below his arm, grabbing a hold of his neck with her other hand before flipping him over her back. There was a loud thump on the ground followed by an inhuman like groan. On the ground before her lay Omar on his back with a pained look on his face. She knelt beside him and offered an arm only to have him pull it towards himself and have her on the dirt and him above her. She suddenly thought of Archie and of how they used to spend hours in the same position, kissing and holding each other closely. Long before things got complicated. I hope he hasn't gotten himself into too much trouble, she thought.

"Was that hard enough?" Molly was pulled from her thoughts and laughed quite loud this time as she snaked her leg under one of his.

"Stone hard private. Only,-" Heathcliff hooked her foot onto the back of his heel and used his body as leverage to pull herself over him. She pinned his calves down with her chins and his arms to his chest.

"It was not exactly diamond hard."

There was an eruption of laughs and shouts from the watching basterds and it caught the lieutenants attention. Molly's smile seemed to be contagious since Omar was beaming at her and had stopped trying to fight her. She put her palms on the ground and eased off of him, wiped the dirt off of her knees and stood up straight before giving her opponent an arm up.

"You could use a little more groundwork but that aside you're very good." Omar merely smacked her shoulder and shook his head.

"No, you are amazing. Really." This only made Molly smile even wider. Suddenly a particularly bright blue eyed soldier came forward waving an arm.

"Me next!"

It was as though somebody had said 'Free money' as Sakowitz, Kagan, Zimmerman began closing in around her for their chance at a fight. She put her arms out in front of her and whistled loudly.

"I will not fight any of you, is that clear? I was merely showing Omar a few moves and that was it and I know it may not sound fair but I would rather not injure any of you since I happen to play rough."

"What if I play rough too?"

Lieutenant Heathcliff looked away from Omar and was surprised to find no one other than Donny Donowitz himself coming towards her with his precious baseball bat above his shoulder. His long legs closing in some distance with only two steps.

"Well surely you play rough sergeant but I would not fight you simply because that would be animal cruelty my dear and I do frown upon it."

Laughter filled the area and Molly was content. He put his bat behind his head which not only stretched his arms but showcased his biceps in a way that made her sure he was trying too hard. His dark chest hair was extremely visible and a large smirk was on his lips and the lieutenant could not help but wonder why.

"You're scared aren't you? Scared of seeing how you'd do against a real man."

"A real man? Well, unless Private Ulmer was secretly a woman, I'd say I did very well against a real man." She winked at Omar and saw a slow sly smile appear on his face.

Sergeant Donowitz lowered his bat to his side and moved closer before leaning in towards Molly so that he towered over her, his round necklaces were in her face. She could practically smell the sweat on his chest and could see each of his well-defined muscles. He seemed to look less like an animal and more put together, as she would like to say, when he was serious. His voice was deep and she could feel his warm breathe on her forehead. Although nobody could hear it, she gasped.

"How well do you think you can do against me?"

So he likes a challenge? Molly thought. She straightened her back and crossed her arms just before looking up into his deep and intimidating brown eyes.

"Against you? Well, I'm no valiant prince but I think I can tame a beast, no matter the size."

"Utivich, hold my bat."

At those words, Donny handed his weapon to the bright blue eyed soldier she had noticed before and began backing away from her. Something in the back of Molly's mind knew she should not have let sarcasm get the better of her but she couldn't help it. His arrogance was astounding and she felt a strange pull towards him. Perhaps it was the fact that he was much taller and seemingly full of muscle but somehow, she didn't think that could be it. Besides, she was not one to turn down a challenge. As she double checked her hair and tied her boots and the arms of her jumpsuit tighter around her, her opponent was cracking his joints and removing his many large necklaces except for one with a small pendant embezzled in his chest hair. The basterds slowly formed a half circle, began to whistle and excited words ran between them as Molly put her hands up half closed and cracked her neck.

"Are you ready then dear?"

Donny pulled down his suspenders and let them hang loosely by the side of his thighs as he put up his dukes.

"Let's go sweetheart."