Author's Note: Written for Day 27 of the 2020 August Fic-A-Day.
A/N: I'm terrible at writing fight scenes, so my apologies in advance. Also, I ran out of time.

The gym turned out to be much smaller than Buffy had hoped, but she could do close quarters, it just wasn't how she would've preferred it. The room had various machines meant for exercise, along with the usual blue gym mats on the floor she was used to seeing.

General Hammond was already there when she arrived with SG-1, as was Dr. Frasier. No one was else was present given how small the room was. Members of the military trained here, shouldn't it be large?

A few minutes later a tall-ish man entered the room, dressing in workout clothes. It was clearly the person General Hammond had chosen for her to spar against. The man was neither tall nor short. His hair was medium brown and his eyes were an average brown. The muscles under his t-short bore testament to how often he worked out, but he was pretty much average and forgettable. Based on his appearance he would've made a good spy as he could've blended in most places.

"Now that everyone's here, let's start." General Hammond announced. "Miss Summers and Captain Michelet, if you would get on the mat?"

The two of them walked onto the mat and did some warm-ups before they declared themselves ready.

"Remember," Hammond warned them, "This is a sparring match, not a real fight."

"Yes, Sir!" the captain dutifully replied.

Buffy just smiled and said, "I promised I wouldn't hurt him too much."

The bald man chose to ignore her comment, but she got weak smiles from Sam and Daniel.

General Hammond started them and Captain Michelet immediately tried for a quick take-town. Buffy stepped to the side and when he moved forward faster than he had expected she kicked him behind the knees and he went down in surprise.

"Nice try, Captain, but I'm not a novice." He gave her a small glare, proving he had thought this would be easy. He most likely saw it as an easy way to impress his commanding officer.

She allowed him to keep trying and just moved out of the way right before he would've made contact. When he got frustrated she moved in close, kicked him behind the knee again, and then 'helped' him go down faster by hitting him over the shoulders. Then she moved out of his reach while he got back up again.

Five minutes after getting him down on the mat for the second time, she caught his hand, forced it behind his back as she held it straight so he had the choice of either kneeling or risk breaking his own arm. "Do you yield?" She was bored, even Riley had been better. Riley had also hidden how upset he was at being beaten by her much better than this.

"No!" She let him up, and they kept it up for another ten minutes. He didn't manage to land a single blow on her, but she kept hitting him. He was going to be bruised, and it wasn't just his ego. At the ten-minute mark, she grabbed his arm, flipped him up over herself, and threw him down. When he landed with a whoosh as the air expelled from his lungs, she was on him right away, securing one of his hands behind his back.

"How about now? Do you yield?"

"Yes, yes! I yield! Get off me!" Well, he wasn't going to be friendly towards her after this. With that ego, he would probably be a major problem in the field. Given the looks he was receiving from their audience, she was certain she wasn't the only one who had come to that conclusion. Hopefully, he was base personnel and not on one of the gate teams Daniel had talked about.

"That's enough, Miss Summers!" The General commanded. She let go of the arms and rose from her half-kneeling position and moved away. Michelet got up as well, trying to catch his breath. The two officers spoke for a minute then the Captain was dismissed.

"Can I spar with Teal'c now?"

"In a few minutes." She smiled happily.

"Were you pulling your punches against Captain Michelet, Miss Summers?

She raised an eyebrow, "Of course. If you're worried about him, it's just some bruising. Nothing worse than if he had been going up against someone his own size."

"How did you manage to lift him over your head?" Sam asked, most likely interested in the technicalities she couldn't explain.

"I told you, I'm a lot stronger than I look. A. Lot." The back and forth continued until Hammond gave his wristwatch a pointed look.

"Teal'c, if you're ready?"

The tall, black alien inclined his head in a positive response. "I am ready, General Hammond."

"Then get on the mat and let's see if Miss Summers is as good as she claims."

Buffy bounced a little on her toes, waiting for him to get ready. When he was on the mat, Hammond gave the okay and they were off.

He started with a few easy moves to see her reaction and she responded in kind, but soon they were both using more force than they would've done with regular people. They also moved faster. It quickly became obvious that he wasn't that much faster than a normal human, but his punches, when they made contact, were definitely more powerful.

They traded blows, sometimes making contact but mostly not. He tried for a take-down a few times but failed. She tried and managed to get him down on one knee on the fourth attempt. She grinned and backed off. She'd found a weakness and had every intention of exploiting it.

Except when she tried to take him down all the way, he grabbed her arms and threw her over his shoulder when she didn't expect it. She was surprised enough that she didn't use the opportunity to kick him once she was behind him. Instead, she flipped in the air and landed on her feet.

Smiling, she told him, "Well done. That was my bad." He merely inclined his head again. They continued, and, just to make a point, she grabbed the much taller and heavier man and flipped him up in the air and over herself. He didn't manage to land as gracefully as she had, but he broke the fall and rolled so he got right back up on his feet. Buffy nodded in approval.

Teal'c reminded her a little of Angel. Neither of them was willing to use more strength than necessary when sparring with her, but at least she got something of a workout. Something told her that when this man saw her in real action he wouldn't be so gentle the next time they sparred. She could wait.

When the match hit the 30-minute mark, Jack yelled "Three minutes!"

Buffy and Teal'c both took it as a challenge and went for it. She knocked him down on both knees but he got up too soon and he threw her away from him. He used more strength this time and she was moving fast towards the wall. Rather than smash into it she turned in the air and ran a few steps sideways on the wall before allowing gravity to guide her back down on the floor.

Taking advantage of the shock, she put on extra speed and flipped him over and down on the ground. Like with Michelet before, she took his arm and bent it behind his back. "Do you yield?"

He struggled and attempted to get her off, but she responded by straightening his arm. With one small hand holding his wrist in a vice grip and the other pushing his elbow to keep it straight, she had a knee in his back, so if he moved to much he ran the risk of breaking the arm. "I yield."

Buffy released the arm and got up before she gave him a hand to help him up. He graciously accepted.

"That was fun, but I would've preferred to have kept going. Some other time, maybe?" The last part was asked a little hopefully. He was a good fighter, strong, and didn't seem to take issue with her gender or size. Those were definite points in his favor.

"I would be honored to spar with you again, Buffy Summers. The Tau'ri are not as strong as the Jaffa, and these practises would be most beneficial."

She gave him a genuine smile. "Thank you, I'm looking forward to it already. But what's a tari?"

"A Tau'ri is a human from the planet your people refer to as Earth."

"Oh, okay, then."

She turned to their audience. "So, did I prove my point, or was it just entertainment?"

"You have proven your point, Miss Summers." General Hammond replied. "We will need to get a better assessment of your abilities at a later point, but for now take a shower and get some dinner. I need to discuss this with those higher up the chain of command."

He nodded to everyone and left. When he was out of earshot, she said to no one in particular. "That was a little anti-climactic."

"I'm sure there's going to be a lot of question later when he's had time to process what he just witnessed," Daniel said. "You'll also have to prove all of your abilities."

Sam laughed a little. "I can't believe you were able to lift Teal'c, let alone throw him."

"That was just to show off a little, but I can lift a small car if I need to and he isn't that heavy."

The conversation continued as Sam followed her over to the showers. The men followed Teal'c.