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Solomon roared as he charged and Frank stepped to one side, the slap to Solomon's romp loudly echoing as the young man yelped with shock. He turned to face the weevil who still stood upright like he was about to converse about the grass or the flowers today. Frank still wore his white button down shirts and crisply pressed overalls he liked the most. They sort of reminded him of Poppy ya know, Pippy already wearing the same clothes sometimes.

Frank glanced over at the little tyke who sat in a trolley chair Rhys had made for him with his little self shaded by the large canopy. His chubby little legs were pumping with glee as he watched and Frank knew he was enjoying the show. Then he pointed and Frank knew he had to focus.

Solomon went for a slower stalk as Frank watched out the corner of his eye, not moving an inch until Solomon was close enough and he shot forward like a snake, his jaws clamping down on the young man's hair. A top knot is an interesting thing, holds a lot of weight and Frank could easily swing the man off his feet and out of the ring to land at Ianto's feet.

"Ew. Gonna need to wash that later" Ianto said as he motioned Solomon back into the ring. The reluctance on the young man's face was clear as he brushed himself off and jauntily stepped back in, only to scream as the foot inside the ropes was seized and with superhuman strength, Frank tossed him across it and into the hay bales on the other side.

Silence.

"Frank. He was not actually ready for that buddy" Dean said after a few beats "But I guess … Zs don't wait for a signal either so … way to go."

At 15 Solomon was large, about 6 foot and his shoulders were wide and muscled like Kev, his body lean but sinewy as he had worked hard at the communal gym to create a nice physique. However … he was learning fast that there are some muscles you didn't know you even needed … or had.

Frank waited.

"Sol? You want to go again? Or would you prefer me?" Jack asked as if taking pity and the boy nodded with a grateful glance at him.

Sucker.

Jack entered the ring and removed his shirt, flicking it back at Ianto who made a show of catching it and smelling it like a heathen. Jack roared with mirth then ducked the blindside roundhouse, crouching down and coming up to slam his fist into the boy's armpit, rendering his arm useless.

Sol yelled with pain and scuttled back, the shock clear.

"You don't have to be superhuman to kill another man with your bare hands. You only need to know how to achieve this. That was something we back at the academy called a Pit Kiss. Shake it off, the arm will get pins and needles then return with a painful heat." Jack smiled then his face changed as he roared "Come on. A Z just bit your fucking arm off. You have mere minutes before you bleed out then turn. Come on. Use your last few moments to protect. Come on!"

Solomon did the only thing he could in his mind, throwing his head into Jack's chest and propelling him back onto his arse where he lay winded.

"Well done" Ianto said softly "Good. Yes. Sacrifice is sometime all there is left. Only a good solider knows that. Your life may be forfeit but you still have one more grenade."

"Frank" Solomon panted "You … you are awesome man!"

Frank grinned.

"I want next go!" Kitty roared and everyone gaped as she got into the ring with a look of determination.

"Well …OK. Remember Frank, Barty does not get special treatment just because she is a girl. She is not a girl here. She is a warrior. Go get her!" Jack cried and they watched the skinny young woman barely a year older than Solomon grapple with the Weevil who was CLEARLY holding back a little, unable to really hurt her.

Not because she is a girl.

Because he really likes her and knows Dean has a little crush.

Sweet.

He only bloodied her nose and pulled out some of her hair. Nothing to do with a spike of jealously when Dean yelled on HER side of the camp. Nope. Just doing his job as a fake Z. Honestly. But it did feel good.

Tonight she will NOT sit on the other side of Dean and the three musketeers will be together again. Even if Dean is too much a boy to see it, Frank had noticed the way Kitty has been pushing between Dean and Bella lately.

If she wanted a fella, she should chose from her own pool of boys.

Dean was taken.