"You sure you're good now? You took quite a hit there Ark…" a purple and green armored man asked, concern written across his face
"I said I was alright North, good may be overdoing it a little" The blue and purple armored Freelancer, Arkansas replied with a little laugh.
North simply shook his head in disbelief, although wearing a small smile. "I'm just trying to make sure you're okay before Carolina sends you into another training match. I don't have to remind you what happened last time…" He trailed off.
Ark winced, recalling the number one, Agent Carolina, putting him in a traning session against Agent Maine. That man was tougher than a tank, sending a barely healed Arkansas back to Recovery One. "No, I'm good for sure this time." He replied, putting his helmet on and sealing it.
North picked up his own helmet and put it on, nodding towards the doctors as the two Freelancers exit the infirmary. "So, feel like grabbing some food from the mess hall with South and I?"
Ark shook his head, "Nah, 'Zona's going up against Florida in the training room I heard. I'm gonna go watch, but we'll meet you two in the mess hall afterwards" he suggested.
Nodding, North agreed. "Sounds like a plan, we'll seeya there." He started walking off to the mess hall, before calling out over his shoulder, "Don't be late!"
Laughing, Ark shouted back, "No guarantee's!" before continuing to walk down to the training rom. The doors hissed open and Ark stepped into the huge circular room. It was unoccupied aside from two freelancers fighting in the center. A man in dark blue armor was going against a woman in black and purple.
Although both still stood, Ark could see the blue one, Agent Florida, taking far more hits than he was able to return. Arizona on the other hand was speeding up her attacks as fatigue set in with Florida.
Blocking a punch with her forearm, 'Zona then shot her fist forward and nailed Florida in the faceplate. He grunted and stumbled backwards, off balance. Taking this opportunity she launched forward with a kick to Florida's legs, bringing him to his knees. Arizona then spun around and let loose with a wicked kick, catching Florida in the helmet and flinging him to the ground with a groan.
Ark walked forward, clapping slowly as 'Zona spun around in confusion at the interruption. Upon seeing Arkansas, she took off her helmet and wiped the sweat off her forehead before glaring daggers at him.
"You're supposed to be in Recovery One for another week…" She growled, annoyed at his antics.