Alaska stood next to Kansas on one side o the training room floor, gun somehow loaded with lockdown paint rounds that had been modified to resemble the typical plasma ammunition of it. Kansas was holding the hammer in both of his hands, looking a bit unwilling to fight according to his body language: he was gripping the long handle rather tightly, and his head traveled more than it often did, and his foot was bobbing up and back down just slightly, but very quickly. Hawaii and Alabama stood opposite with their weapons ready; Hawaii's sword had had to be covered in the paint to prevent any accidental impalements or any permanent injuries.
"Test Matchup between agents Alaska and Kansas against Alabama and Hawaii," the A.I. of the ship, F.I.L.L.S. said over the speaker, the flat, feminine voice echoing around the training room. Said agents became suddenly attentive, shoulders hunched, knees bent, both gripping the somewhat familiar weapons tightly. Kansas' grip was a bit out of nerves if not excitement, while Alaska's was for the most part out of glee; she didn't get to fight with the others too often, (not that she saw them as enemies or a rivals, but...) and she quite liked to be on the offense every once in a while, and he was prone to being on the defense, a reason he preferred his armor's strong armor-lock ability. And when he wasn't defending or weaving around hits, the attacks he used could be very elaborate, and it was always a bit of fun in general.
"Begin in three..." Alaska aimed her gun at Alabama's visor.
"Two..." Kansas stood oddly stiff, hammer in hands beside her.
"One! Round start!"
As large stone blocks rose from the floor to create the standard lockdown paint assimilation, Alaska bolted at them with her finger on the trigger, though not shooting. Hawaii came at her with his sword extended and his arm drawn back. Alabama had jumped on top o one of the blocks as they rose and fired at Alaska; though she was able to avoid the shots, most of his bullets just barely missed her knees and ankles.
Hawaii's sword came arcing down in front of her face and she jumped over his next stab that had been aimed at her chest along with Hawaii himself, catching hold of his free hand as she came down. He stumbled as he was dragged backwards by her as she landed and she coated the backside of his torso and sword-wielding hand, his left, in lockdown paint. She felt a quick and sharp sting in her shoulder and the side of her neck before both spots went numb; Alabama had gotten a clear couple of shots on her. She quickly slid behind one of the stone blocks as lockdown paint splattered on the ground beside her and hardened; she switched her gun from the arm that had gotten hit to her other. As she made to poke out from her hiding spot, Kansas came hurtling past her and landed on his back, sliding on the smooth floor until he made contact, headfirst, with a block and creating a small crack up it. His hammer went flying and landed with a heavy thud on the floor away from him.
"Ow..." he groaned as he rubbed his head and sat up slowly. He barely had time to dive out of the way of a paint-fusillade that had come from Alabama.
She looked at him, then nodded at the hammer that was lying on the floor. He got up and nodded back to show he understood. He crouched down, preparing to sprint over to it while Alaska made taunting movements, poking her hand out from behind the block and having it narrowly missed by Alabama.
"You ready?" she muttered to Kansas.
"Let's do this shit," he replied.
They jumped from behind the shelter the block had offered, Alaska going first and holding down the trigger while aiming at nothing in particular as she ran sideways after Kansas, mainly serving as a distraction for him.
Alaska ran after him and performed a well-timed jump as Kansas swung down his hammer and was sent flying upward; she activated the magnets in her boots, sticking to the ceiling and following Hawaii's hard-to-predict movements across the floor below her. Alabama took notice of her and started to target her, allowing Kansas and herself to take the chance of his distraction.
She ran on the ceiling until she was positioned just above the cobalt-red armored Spartan below her. She deactivated her boots, falling rapidly toward him. She kicked him and propelled herself back, using his face as an opposite surface.
"Hey." Hawaii's voice said suddenly from behind her. Before she even had a chance to turn around completely, he had punched her across the face and used his hypertrophy with the attack, making her shoot backwards, skidding on the floor as she hit it. From an upside-down angle she saw him bolting at her with his sword. She rolled away as his sword swung down.
She caught a glimpse of Kansas bringing his hammer crashing down behind Alabama, who managed to get a final shot in at Alaska before hitting the training room wall violently and sliding down it, unconscious.
As she made to raise her gun, the fast blur of the neon-pink paint that came from Alabama knocked it out of her hand.
Hawaii caught the gun in his free hand and pointed it at her.
"Ah, fu-" she was cut short by the rapidfire that issued from her gun and her torso and visor became plastered with the bright paint. She fell on her back with a painful thump, her vision completely obscured.
Oh, fucking hell! she screamed inwardly, feeling as though needles were entering the places she'd been shot and almost instantly numbing- it was actually quite a curious sensation to be feeling something and nothing at the same time; nonetheless, what she did feel wasn't very pleasant. Goddamn, my god, that stings like a fucking bitch!
She felt what she assumed was Hawaii's sword scrape harshly across the length of her left leg.
At least I can still see the HUD, she thought with a grin; a pale yellow dot, which signified Kansas, was approaching the dark teal one, Hawaii, that was next to her. Even if she couldn't see what was going on, her motion tracker could depict what was happening - at least, for the most part. The two dots circled eachother for a while, Alaska hearing the taunts of friendly competition in the form of the two said agents' voices. A split-second later, the dots ran to the same point, which was directly at the other; a series of shots volleyed from her plasma rifle.
The loud, dull explosion-like thud of Kansas' hammer came, and she felt herself being sent backwards forcefully. The sound of armor clattering against the floor signaled that Hawaii had also gotten hit, but wasn't out just yet. His boots pounded across the floor, the teal dot moving quickly to the pale yellow, and she heard something light- possibly her gun- being thrown to the ground beside her. The two guys were obviously in close range combat at the moment, so she couldn't exactly tell what was happening.
The unmistakable sound of Kansas' armor-lock occurred before another loud thud of the hammer and a set of armor falling heavily to the floor. She noticed that it was the pale yellow dot fly away, rather than the teal.
After a short pause, F.I.L.L.S' voice came over the speaker: "Round complete. Point awarded to agents Alabama and Hawaii."
She heard the usual team of medics and armor experts that came after a lockdown-paint match bustle through the opening doors.
Fuuuuuuuuck, thought Alaska.