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Anthony somehow knew that would happen. He gripped his rist and began to flex his hand. Something inside of him wanted to yell at the Sergeant... But that wouldn't be too fair.

"Its quite alright Sergeant. Why dont you go get some sleep. We're moving out soon." He said.

Spinning on his heel, he turned and walked back to the 2 officers, still gripping his hand.

"Commander, that Sergeant of yours is a handful..." he said with a grin.

"You want her? Twenty bucks." The Commander grinned mischievously and chuckled.

Cats eyes swung over to who spoke after that embarassing event.
Dansmith, I remember him.
She smiled and waved him over, "Want to give it a try?" she paced a bit, "I promise nothing will break."

Heh, Ashton challenged to a fight by a chick, this should be interesting. Thats of course if he accepts. He had been eager to to his duties, and challenged Warren to game of cards to prove he was able, and now he faced a new challenge, the call of a woman.

Warren noticed James walked in, he had made a not of remembering the man's name after the incident on 79, where Warren pulled him out of the fire fight and Ashton saved his life. He waved the man over, he needed to have a small conversation with him.

"Twenty? Hah, no thanks." Anthony said with a smile, and leaned over the map.

"So, Commander, Captian, Lieutenant, are there any questions or conserns with the plan I just suggested?" he asked.

A battle ring came upon his walking, marines jeering on something, a fight. A sparkle of interest creased his lips as he thumbed him helmet lock. A pleasant hiss sounded air rushing from the air-locked helmet. The ODST was only bestowed with one or two glances, the Master Gunnery Sgt. didn't mind but instead watched with interest.

He wanted to place his bet on one of them, a mental challenge of wages, or maybe with Shelly, if she really cared.

"Huh.." She seemed to stuck, words unable to process as she spoke through the single piece headset that wrapped around his earlobe swinging into his ear. "I wonder who's going to win. I'm going to process there records I think.."

For a AI in some places she was still daft, but of course she was developing. Emma, her 'sister' had vanished years ago. Ripped to pieces by a enemy AI, she was strong and fierce but then Shelly came along, a new little project. A little voice in the back of his head of sort, the AI kept him vivid to his task, and helped him with his many lonely times. It was any nerds friend, but Winter wasn't a normal 'nerd', what the name meant hundreds of years ago. This one stood tall, brown locks flowing over regulated length, but he was a hell-jumper, some little things came with it.

Lee failed to suppress a smile as he saw the holographically represented Sergeant's well-executed wrist-lock, glad to see that at least some other marines still learned from the ancient arts. He himself was a practitioner of many styles, his favorite of which had to be "Jeet Kund Do", or "The Way of the Intercepting Fist", created by the one man that had been considered the best martial artist of all time: Bruce Lee. Having been told all his life that he was in fact one of Bruce's distant relative only to find out that he in fact had nothing to do with the man had been a little bit disappointing, but gave the Captain new perspective on why reaching physical perfection was so important. Not to live up to some distant figure of the past, but so he could be master of his own future.
That a few of the marines were honing their skills was something that Lee was immensely proud of, but a joy that would be overshadowed by the loss of more men during the next operation. Though knowing that Dansmith was a medic, not a martial artist meant that the woman's challenge was slightly unfair. No, Lee wanted to watch a more interesting fight. Noticing another ODST looking from farther away, he remembered the details of the man's file containing a few years of training in Krav Maga. Gunnery Sergeant Smith... Even their ranks matched.
But before Lee could say anything, Dansmith made the innocent decision of going with it as the the Gunny began springing from one leg to the other. And if she was going to be kickboxing, maybe she didn't need her arms. He hit the com to the phys-rec room and spoke into his personal mike:
"Arms behind your back, Sergeant Kaiser. Give Dansmith a chance!"

He turned to see Karr come back into the room, and nodded with agreement as Karr demanded approval for his plan. It was tactically sound, but would be heavily dependent on the performances of those on the field. Nevertheless, it was good.
"Sounds good."

Barely jumping above the low kick, Dansmith breathlessly retorted,
"No help, Captain!!" He dodged left to avoid a solid punch, then tried to evade right. Nope.

His head took a nice punch to the temple, which sent him reeling. He staggered back, barely regaining his faculties and senses quickly enough to parr away a backfist with his palm. He'd only taken rudimentary self-defense, and only as a hobby. The Sergeant, however, seemed to think it a way of life.

"Great..." He muttered to himself, as he backed away from a flurry of round-kicks. He spun in place and connected, quite to his suprise, on her back with a hook-kick. Returning to neutral guard, he began to bounce on his feet. His balance wasn't all there, his head was still spinning.

Still, his a** wasn't kicked. Yet, anyway.