Two grinned at One’s remark. “Nor would I want you to. I’ll see you there.” The three parted ways and he mused on how it had eluded him that it had been a good while since the last time he was properly assigned to spar with anybody. He was actually looking forward to his match with One, particularly the part where he would be able to remind her how tricky it is to fight with a precog. After a quick stop to his room, he excitedly trotted to the rec room where One would be waiting.
“Oh, hello Five. Hey One, give me a few moments to warm up, ‘kay?”
Without another word Two grabbed the pair of fighting gloves that was provided for the Subjects and strapped them on, flexing his fingers to adjust to the altered rigidity. He stood next to the ring and took several practice swings to warm up his muscles and prepare his mind for the fight. There was little in the way of reliable information regarding One’s tactics and fighting style, labeling all of his previous analyses of her compromised as a result of her Zeusian procedure. He would have to use those as little more than loose guidelines until he managed to comprehend her new fighting style assuming it was different. After a minute of that routine, he approached the center of the ring where One awaited.
“Good luck, One” Two’s voice was sincere. The outcome of the fight didn’t really concern him and was ultimately a smokescreen for him to talk with her despite the cameras. Granted, in order to do that, they would have to start off in earnest and from there he would look for an opportunity to converse mid-spar. Two assumed a ready stance; fists upraised, feet ready to react, but most importantly, eyes ready to read his opponent. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Right jab followed by snap kick.
As envisioned, One’s opening attack was a fast jab which was easily parried. The jab was followed by a kick, which Two ducked under by the slightest margin and darted to her exposed flank to strike with a powerful hook aimed for her kidney. The Zeusian flinched in time to absorb most of the impact of the punch, but there was enough force behind it to encourage One to disengage for a moment.
Left cross, uppercut.
When One reengaged, Two had been ready to deflect the first punch and did so deftly. What he hadn’t expected was the surge of electricity that came with brushing off the punch, stunning him long enough for the uppercut to catch his jaw and force him to take a stagger step back. He brought his hand up to his lip, felt the tenderness, but was glad to see no blood. The fox smiled at his opponent. “Heh, didn’t see that one coming. Well done.”
Two filed that technique under important information and made it a point to dodge her attack rather than deflect them. This time, it was him who took the offensive as he charged forward in a flurry of powerful jabs and kicks that either threatened her to keep her from squaring her stance or actually landing in earnest to keep her on the defensive. Two figured that if he didn’t give her an opportunity to focus on her abilities, she wouldn’t have a chance to effectively bring them to bear against him. To her credit, she managed to block a majority of his punches allowing only a few of them to hit her jaw and ribs. It was the last shot to her ribs that she finally made her move. Once the punch landed, she trapped it beneath her arm. Expecting a traditional counter, Two went to block his opposing side from the attack that would have come had it been any other opponent. Instead, he was met with a jolt of electricity that hit him like a stun gun causing his body to lock and him to fall to his knees. With a flash of insight, he quickly yanked his hand free and rolled away to avoid the blow that was coming for his head. “That’s a new one.” He said, popping back to his feet and shaking his arm to get rid of the tingling sensation that remained.
So far, he was pleased with the control she had over her new abilities. Still somewhat rough around the edges, but it might actually prove handy in keeping the facility powered.