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There was a lot that Leon assisted with in the life labs. the data collection on fear subjects, the data on the newer trainees and possible areas to focus physical training on, tending to the mini animals of the halloween land and not to mention all the physical labor that Clarice insisted he takes care of personally while sipping on juice boxes.

There was always something on his mind since he started. what was the bar that he was trying to reach here in Deus? what was the current limit to his power and how much more could he develop, to strive for? Where could he go from here, after passing up a championship match. There was always the goal to reach where their division leader was now. To be as capable as their superior H. possibly less hormone driven and creepy, but still just as powerful.

But how strong was the older man? How far could he run? How much could he bench press? Was his power limit over 9000? It was never documented. it was a mystery, and it thrilled the intermediate life trainee, to have somewhere to aim for, someone to potentially beat.

But to find that limit, there was always one way to do that, declare a match, a bout, a spar, a fight.

he had to try and get Dr. H to fight against him. he had to wonder if the man would even bother with such a task. given how the division lead carried himself, leon could guess that there was a high chance of a decline, or potentially more tasks being thrown his way due to his "free time being wasted on such trite matters".

But he had to try. There was no need to the nervousness that was creeping up his back as the prized fighter was standing right in front of his leaders door, the frame looked far more lavish that the trainee rooms below, but that was to be expected, except it just seemed like overkill now. The idle thoughts kept delaying the matter and after a deep breath, he gave the door two solid taps with the back of his knuckles.

-Thump thump-

Just as indicated, Leon gave the handle a jostle and swung the door open. For some reason he fully expected something to happen once the door opened, like a half tied up floozy writing on the desk, possibly even a cannon aimed at the door made by acme, ready to blow him away and also into pieces.

Maybe even for Sempai to notice him.

But nothing, nothing other than the good doctor calmly associating with the creature in the room with him. it was so tranquil, the life trainee almost couldn't believe this was deus. This must have been a room that Robert has absolutely no access to. "Sorry to interrupt Sir." Leon said curtly before talking a seat at the desk from before. it was his second time entering this room, he hoped that he would live long enough for a third attempt.

That bird was eating out of his hand, Leon was counting the odds of when the bird would gets its head bitten off, a la Ozzy Osborne style. ok not really, but the dove must have been batshit crazy, while superior worked in Life, it was clear that Death followed close behind the man's footsteps.

"I wanted to talk to you about something." he began, tensely. He had to remember that this just may be the last request of his life.

The awkwardness dissolved in an instant. "While that is indeed a good topic to talk about, lets leave that out of this Sir." Leon said quietly, already feeling the aggravation of said incidents of whatever clothes thief that enjoyed taking his attire. The fact that H was making it clear that he wasn't going to help with that anyways stung deep. "Its about something else."

Leon liked it better when he was in the Doctors good graces. he missed that.

After straightening his back in the seat, he cleared his throat. "Uh no Sir, I just wanted to ask to see what our differences in battle capabilities are." he said sternly.

petrified really.

another audible gulp was heard. "In a spar. you and I." he said without blinking.

"mano a mano."

dear heavens above, he was going to die.

AND THE HUNTER BECAME THE HUNTED. Nidhogg was always going to be an a** at jus tthe right moment in time, freaking brain ninja.

"Well the spar will illustrate it clearly for me, I want to see how far i am away from you sir." Leon managed to find where his masculinity had hidden away to, as well as his testicles. There was no doubt that the Doc was one hell of an imposing figure.

"And I am not a Masochist, I am simply a fighter." he stated boldly and jutted his chin out in defiance. Even if it meant a thrashing, he was not going to cower in front of his possible executioner. Eye to eye, that was what the boxer was told to do in his past life, and that was what he had to rely on today in his new one. "I will do my best to make this thrilling at the very least, don't hold it against me."

he only wished he had a cutman in his corner right now.

At last, Leon got what he wanted.

A challenge, something to strive for, a good fight. a excellent chance to get his a** kicked from one corner of the island to another, call it what you may.

"No sir, that was all." he stated curtly, nodding at the other man as he rose out of the seat and headed for the door, shoulders stiff. "I'll see you then." and closed the door behind him as he walked out with a gentle click.


He promptly braced his back against the door, if only to calm the hell down and give his heart a chance to beat at a much normal and slower pace that the rate of 108 that it was at. nervousness was not the beginning of all the feels that he had. panic and excitement was right up there as well.

He was not going to sleep well that night the brunette figured.
He was dead wrong, slept like a newborn. the next day had arrived with the hazy dawn sunlight, and set the news on twitter about the impromptu bout, not long before trudging his way toward the grounds. His old in-ring trunks and mouthguard seemed fitting for the clash.


Someone had to know how he was potentially going to die, right?