July 31, 2014. Prompt for this was Mat. I need a better title, but hey, it's a whole 200 some odd words more than the last one, so even though it still fell short of my goal, I feel there was some progress. I had a really hard time getting a bunny to spawn for it though. They just weren't cooperating.
She whirled, ducking under the greenshirt's punch and returning one of her own. The greenshirt skipped back, barely avoiding it. A simple front snap kick caught the greenshirt in the gut, causing him to buckle a little and grunt, moving back further.
"Giving up, soldier?"
The greenshirt shook his head, sweat drops flying off his hair. He was tired, but determined to continue. He came in quickly with a reverse roundhouse, missing her as she back flipped out of the way. He followed through with a few punches and another kick, but she blocked each one. Her grin showed teeth, upper lip pulled up on the right side.
The rest of the advanced class was watching, hushed whispers taking bets on the outcome. It wasn't that they were betting on who would win; they all knew the answer to that. They were betting on how much their fellow greenshirt would take before giving up. Odds were in favor of him losing unconsciousness. Their fellow greenshirt really didn't know when to quit. He had asked her if she would go on a date if he won a sparring match against her. She had thrown an amused glance his way and nodded. The rest of them had been surprised their instructor had even agreed to such a thing.
Unbeknownst to them, Snake Eyes was leaning against the doorframe, watching the match amused by both it and the greenshirts. He had come in, mood foul from having to deal with idiots who didn't know squat about survival in a forest. He'd been helping Beachhead evaluate, being part of one team, while Beachhead was part of the other. It had taken them two days to reach their goal, when it should have taken just one and Beachhead's group hadn't done any better. By time they had returned, the greenshirts were cowering in fear, Beachhead was ready to ream their previous trainers and probably would if he ever got his hands on them, survival training was scheduled, and Snake Eyes' patience had long worn thin. He had planned on taking out his annoyance sparring with Tommy, but he was gone and none of the apprentices had put in an appearance, so he'd headed to the dojo to do some katas. Watching Scarlett beat down some greenshirt pup was just as good although he wondered what the idiot did to deserve it.
"You might as well have a sign over your head advertising your next move." The greenshirt scowled at this. "Stop twitching your lips. I know Vipers are stupid, but that's no reason shout out to the world what you're doing."
They continued, the greenshirt getting tossed around the room. It didn't matter if he sped up or came at her with strong attacks. She simply avoided, blocked, or used them against him. He finally got kicked down and didn't get back up, groaning and twitching on the mats.
"Next time you ask, you can fight Snake Eyes." The man in question cracked his knuckles while tilting his head slightly to the left. The other greenshirts all turned and looked at him, eyes wide with shock and some swearing. "Just remember that he's more inclined to stop after beating you into the mats the first time. And you will all be joining us both for some awareness training next week. He's been there since the first punch." The class gave a collective groan.