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This fanfiction article, DT 2021: Diverse Violence, was written by Distant Tide. Please do not edit this fiction without the writer's permission. |
“Think of this as fighting Sergei, maybe you’ll hit—"
Merlin-D032 cut his banter the moment Andra-D054 swung her gloved fist like a catapult.
The male Spartan ducked back, locking his arms into an elbow shield. Despite his honed physique, he still flinched at bone-to-bone impacts. His guard was loose, flimsy.
Andra despite catching air kept her closeness, forced to use longer strides to keep her advantage with the taller opponent. Her next throw pounded Merlin’s left forearm with thunderous vibration. Instead of faltering or consolidating into her assault, he reached into her follow up punch.
Merlin’s right arm led as his weakened left followed, intercepting Andra’s elbow with a sticking grasp. She instinctually made to drag her feet but Merlin had the momentum.
“Merlin! Hey—"
The female Spartan’s torso yanked forward, smacking into Merlin’s side as he dragged her past him. He attempted to walk her down to the ground but she beat him to the step.
Andra over-bounded Merlin’s footwork, dragging him forward instead. The duo tumbled on fighting mat but the chaos didn’t last long. Andra was first on her feet, rolling out of her tumble and back into attack mode.
Instead of trying to jump and throttle her opponent, her feet came down hard smashing the mat where Merlin was mere seconds before.
“Stay still, you idiot!”
Between rolling his face across the sweat-and-dirt-covered mat, Merlin grumbled back. “I don’t wanna.”
Andra faltered a meter from the hardwood floor beneath the mat. Merlin kept rolling. Oh no. Andra knew her mistake now.
“Tag-in please!”
A blonde grinning blur of Roxanne-D107 leaped over Merlin’s rolling form. “No problem! My turn Andra!”
“Crap!”
The two female Boson teammates crashed into the ground as Roxanne leaped into Andra and the fray. The girls bounced along the mat as Andra used the momentum to plant her feet in her best friend’s chest and pushed.
Roxanne flew a little, stumbling and almost rolling off the mat herself but she kept her place with an unbalanced flap of her arms. Andra’s gloves closed fast as she took swipes at Roxanne’s jaw.
The blonde Spartan tapped one punch with a block and deflected off another to move laterally. Clearing space for herself and circling back onto the mat interior, her own fists flew at Andra’s head. Roxanne punched faster than Andra forcing the slighter smaller girl to retreat from her usual assault.
Too fast, Andra retreated under the assault as she revealed her glass cannon nature.
“Tag in,” Andra breathed out. “Please...”
Her reinforcement struck like an assassin, from nowhere. A dark forearm rose from Andra’s retreat and pressed Roxanne’s collar bone with surprising force.
Roxanne grunted in surprise to the seeming out-of-nowhere attack as Daniele-D003 took his place in the fight.
“My turn.”
The Boson team leader stepped into the team medic’s wake pushing her back with consecutive open-palm strikes. Somehow his awkward glove hits left pink marks.
Such was Team Boson training days. Diverse violence.